contradictions

Today I read this :
"I learned early that the richness of life is found in adventure. Adventure calls on all the faculties of mind and spirit. It develops self-reliance and independence. Life then teems with excitement. But man is not ready for adventure unless he is rid of fear. For fear confines him and limits his scope. He stays tethered by strings of doubt and indecision and has only a small an narrow world to explore." —WILLIAM O. DOUGLAS, Of Men and Mountains

A la poesia
Sabor de octubre en tus hombros
de abril tu mano da olor
Reflejo de cien espejos
tu cuerpo
Noche en las flautas
mi voz
Tus passos fueron caminos de musica
La danzo la espiral envuelta en hojasde horas
Desnuda liberacion
La cifra de tu estatura,
la de la ola que alzo tu peso
de tiempo intacto
Mi brazosutilmente la cino
En medio de la espigas y
a tu mirada estivalafile
la hoz que alia al dia
la cosecha sideral
Trigo esbelto a fondo azul cae
al brillo de la hoz.
grano de oro a fondo negro
aviento con uncosmico temblor
Sembrar en el campo aereo
crecer alto a flor sutil
sudo la tierra y el paso
a ocaso delroja cedia al gris
nivelo su ancha caricia
la mano sobre el trigal
todas e identicas:
una!
desnuda la voz
libre dio a cantar
Sabor de octubre en tu hombros
de abril tu mano da olor
espejo de cien espejos
mi cuerpo anochecera en tu voz

(carlos pellicer- un escritor contemporaneos, deMexiko)

feed me

There was something very interesting in the way she walked toward her office. While she reached for the key to unlock the door, I had a vision of her little children waiting to be fed.
I never really understood until then. She was doing something crucial.
She is doing something crucial.
Every day.

the blue moon night

The man, with a deep voice and a blue moon tattoo, walked in.
His eyes were looking under the skin, burning the surface.
I felt the smell of leaves on fire.

His old guitar was full of stories.

Years.

He was polite not like he learned to be, but like he had born with it.

...Soon he was walking away in the undefined direction, dragging my thoughts over the parks.

just..

past. future.present. one step forward, two backward.
I read something today... In those lines i found some old tears, sighs and dead-dreams, which by the way begin to smell (not so good).
In the end I found one small revelation.

I almost felt a rain drops falling in a big city far away... I saw roofs, wet and red.. I saw gray sky and me, myself, fading away with every sound of her steps, coming closer- or running away. (i don't know precisely in which direction since i presume that she had never left)
After few min I was invisible, like never real.. Just one drop on the concrete while sun keeps on drying my life away.
I was the drop. She was the Sun.

Drop can cure, Sun can burn.
I was a cure, a medicine and a way out. While being under the black light, with his sun far away, he felt thirsty of whatever. I was falling through the sky in a search for an ocean. All I found was his stomach, to straiten in.