Keep to the road

pepsi cap jingles on linoleum floor as it falls from a glass bottle in the afternoon cyber cafe,

I can feel how wonderous life is

from the rusty glass sunny windows and autumn breeze over the computer screens,

raspberry plastic juice bag and crunchy rice chocolate

to keep my belly full on a morning of wind and reality,

always on the move but I sit still here, embracing how life moves by,

at times it´s too slow

to even feel,

so I hope to keep to the road…

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Sole Desire

poetry is all;

all my soul and melancholy

seduced by sweet nostalgia and lullaby memory of fuzzy golden home like dream with soft blinking stars like miniature suns filling my summer skin with night warmth, oh

all I desire

is to write.

walk, and inhale, hope for lust and angels, seek countless words,

find myself back in the same corners of world,

always dusty with recollection the way antique wood penetrates senses like past life or milonga,

the deep rust of remembrance eternally kindling my soul’s song,

no–I have no other plan

but to write.

-will never change-

is all I know of existence;

the words which procede witness

and emerge in the depths of our ribs.

‘Don’t fear the reaper’ I need to be free!

I will smile, and be free.

Free of death–

Which will come when it is ready.

I have broken through

lifelong years of worry

small, indoors it kept me,

away from the sun,

from God,

from electric love,

from tasting free air,

from truly breathing in

music and the night.

I will fly on the wind and jump from cliffs,

like rain, 

unhaunted by humanly affliction.

Come down with me–

down to our South,

Heaven amidst wild land,

Bolivia is calling,

Santiago is yelling,

Lima is yearning,

Buenos Aires is throbbing

with my heartbeat

coursing through the land,

I will be there soon…