All Meaning is Negotaited…
August 30th, 2007
market scenes…
overcast and cloudy in 68 degrees,
and the rain washed the lollop rolling trees with black bark
there’s the smell when you see the stars glow big and bright
and the moon searches the sun
underneath a pillowed cloud on a rocky mountainside
if I could seal it in a kiss and place it on poem,
put a stamp on it and mail it, I would
My cup is a waxy paper envelope
And the perfect disorganization of this country
reminds me of my own,
I want to run up to my grandma
and tell her of all the colors that look like the Colombian flag
Everything changes and people stay the same
Even from afar my heart is pained
I look at him trolling for a new scent,
he wouldn’t appreciate me anyways
He is no better than what I had before,
than all the mistakes I’ve done
The pig winks back at me
all meaning and is negotitiated,
love is just reinterpreted
And no mistake I’ve done can be erased by moving places,
just by changing heart…
The pig looks great flying on a hook.
September 2nd, 2007 at 6:02 am
in our place, that pig-head would not last for a day because mostmen roast it and eat it as appetizers either with beer or wine. when cooked we call it “Crispy Ulo” or crispy head. while the little dried fish we call it “Dilis” or anchovies in english speaking countries. we eat it as a viand or just an appetizer. as usual, the poem is amazing and very deep. I just hope the head would not wink haha. Godbless!
September 16th, 2007 at 8:43 am
That ‘winking’ head just caught our attention! Very deep and touching what you have to say throughout a latinamerican reality. Most important you’ve chosen to say it with a poem, indeed.
A pig-head like that one won’t last much minutes in my country. Believe me!
September 20th, 2007 at 1:21 am
lol! I should have named this one Carnivores speak up! Wonderful, guys!