Monday, January 28, 2013

The weeping of Santa Maria

Santa Maria cries.
Oh painful tears
What now?
The whole world at the sight of Santa Maria
Also puts on the black veil
Silent hills in the distance
Embrace her in fright
before the lips muted from songs

Santa Maria cries with no consolation
the acid cloud that wilted her flowers
the feverish heat sowing this pain

Santa Maria is crying the children
Cries the parents, cries the girls
The empty rooms
The gap
Sobbing in choir so many mothers Marias

A black stiletto lays on the scorched ground
witnessed the rush of Cinderella in reverse
Picks, axes, broke the wall
trying to appease the thirst flames
a hole torn from despair, crossing
to the side of the winged ones

Santa Maria weeps
Her happy children now heroes
sadden with marble memories

Yesterday Santa Maria rejoiced
with those who rejoice
Today Santa Maria weeps
with those who weep

Santa Maria weeps

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

It's time

Time to sweep the dust
to remove the sumptuous dress from the closet
time to jump on the ashes of the extinguished fire
and throw away the old sorrows that no longer fit
It's time
to look in peace at the image in the mirror
not to stare at the wrinkles and white hairs
but at the life this passed time has represented
It's time to count the blessings
to plow new fields
to sow the good seed
to forget winter was ever here
By the warmth of the morning light caressing your dreams
It's time to dream so high
that only clouds are visible from above
Time to hope your dream is kept between soft Auroras
on paths made of cotton
It's time to let out your voice
in song
to undress from the wounds, the lusts
Time to walk so light that flying
It's time to stop at the beauty of the little grass flowers
to observe the ants
time to not count the stars
all part of the same sky
at the reach of your hands
It's time to laugh with the simplicity of a child
with the immaturity of a heart in love
time to pace your steps
at the compass of the piano
time to spin in pleasures of joy
time to embrace your Marys
to lie on your mom's lap
and feel the protection of your father
It's time to remember the pure springs
to forget the bottles confining life
time to unleash the genius
to thank the wise the silence
time to rebirth from dust
to sprout and bloom from ashes to the new
and to thank all it taught you what ended