The wind blows in album sheets

The face
emaciated
expands arc
lips
up
view
front
and inward.
Retouching
happiness
has been flaking
and fallen.


A tied
arm
dresses
black and white
is all that survives
of their indissoluble union.



Image of an image,
accumulated dust
the disguise of a life
he never belonged.


Carnival
witch
hidden in the dark
masks and blindfolds
have flown
another time.


Friends
embraced
with glasses
in handsfree
share held
the only space
now joins them.

Other poems on the album

Lightning
blinds
for eternity
brief
of paper. 

In the background
landscape,
Here the table,
the sailor suit,
the wreck of his childhood.


Looks
the banister
with tissue
in the high hand.
Already
barely be distinguished
is not the sea
which carries it.


Obscured
in caps and gowns,
I guess not
the light
of knowledge.


Disguised
Neptune
trident
hippocampus
scales
as a suit
sinks
on observation
of its square limit
unevenly around the fire.
 

Remains
open-mouthed
tense facial muscles
exalted
in a silent speech
we hear
seeing.

Poems of a forgotten book

Vuelo (1973)

Extensive prairies

virgin

pointed by lightning

bright

even flat

is reduced

a rectangle

trapped

Between Pages

of a book.



 

Gray buildings

open to loneliness

fog

with indefinite shadows

those who did not stay.

 

Long,

Like her dress,

without worrying

step

given

or following

low

static

a ladder

missing

like her.

 

Dance

tango,

see

the camera.

Attempt

forever

movements

impossible.

Returns

Fall to the depths
from hell
is easy.

Only be dropped
its steep stairs
Circulars
giving precise curves
in each round bell
herald of a bottom
that never comes.
 

Return
That one is hard.
Out of the den
with broken legs,
wingless
is serious
which makes you think
inconvenience of that fall,
the impossibility of the task,
on the rise
as the only way
of redemption
almost denied
even by hope.

Haiku

I clean my sorrows

into the sea of your eyes.

While they are away.

Three Haiku

In the high mountains,
the clouds are recumbent.
Wind is sleeping.

Today are no clouds.
Only a intense blue

soul rejoices.

 

This is a calm day
thick, dark clouds far away
all worldly turmoil.

Four way of haiku poems

The ocean insists
Abbe every stone.
The perfect  union .


Falls into the groove.
From there will come a day.
flower miracle .
 

 

The sun tended
at the fresh grass.
Carpet of light.


Dew drops.
There is in each petal
a sea of mirrors.