You get me back

Suddenly I was back, sitting in the little wooden desk
Looking out the window, in between the multicoloured glass
Surrounded by the severe look of old medicine books
In my eyes, the expectation; in the air, that peculiar smell

I start rolling the little handles that lift the sheets of glass
It opens the outside, invites it in with a blow, a whisper of the wind
And I can sense it, the dust on the thick, dark-green leaves of the orange tree flies,
Just like magic sparkle does in dreams, but fades away, disappears

I look up, in between the shady spots of trees, and the sky looks grey
The wind brings far from the distance that smell, the one of hope, it’s wet, it’s sweet
Just as an orchestra prepares its gear, tiny unforgotten sounds fill the air
My eyes widen, my mind opens, it’s the moment, I make it mine.

I drop my little yellow pencil down, as the chopped pieces pierce my notebook’s pages
The numbers, geography and principles of grammar are no longer in my mind.
I need to be part of it; I escape my jail, I stand in that patch of man-made land.
And the wind brings news of change, a long-due promise, the one of life.

The signals are imminent; the wind is now strong and makes ghostly sounds
The clouds race fiercely in the sky, as I look up, eager for more, thirsty…
My mother runs from room to room, closing windows, turning mirrors around
The old routine of anticipated moments starts, like a bizarre dance

As the time click-clocks, in a slow, steady pace, I know it’s here
The moment that I wished to taste, the one that it’s as rare as six months are for a child
Then my mother shouts from a window, demanding me back inside… a drop falls,
It hits my cheek, and it feels cold, and just like that, it sets itself immortal in my mind.

Tierra herida

Dicen que el tiempo borra heridas
Cubre huellas y caminos
Dicen que las décadas secan gajos de memorias
Y que el dolor, por más que duela, el tiempo lo apacigua

Pero hoy, te miro y te desconozco
Cambiaste tu semblante tibio y sereno por un alma corrompida
Hoy te apodan con nombre de pistolas
Y a tus costillas se burlan con frases desconocidas.

Hoy, tú ya no eres lo que eras, lo que viví y antes conocía
Hoy, se han cambiado los campos por cenizas,
Solo se oye la voz de tu llanto quedo y la avaricia
Con la ráfaga del diablo, firman tu desdicha

Hoy ya no eres mi tierra buena, de corazones blancos
Tierra de cocos, loros, domingos de plaza y sonrisas
El ayer parece desvanecer entre memorias confusas
Hoy mi tierra llora, y no es de lluvia, es de una herida

Lo que eras, lo que fuiste, de lo que me enamoré terminó
Y no sé si cantarte un obituario, o un deseo
Pero hoy, te miro y con dolor mi alma llora
Por que hoy, te están matando, mi tierra de palmeras, mi Colima.

Just like blood

What I like, is what I have already seen
I never expected to make it this way, it was life
Am I the one to blame? Perhaps…
But the “who” I am now, is what I chose to be

The mistakes, the shadows…
The shinning victories, the love…
This is all my inheritance to life
The simple verses of my thoughts

When you walk forward, you create
When you create, you unfold
Unfolding my possibilities brought me pain
But the pain made me a man, killing the poet

The poet brought me pleasure
The pleasure brought me freedom
The freedom brought me love
And the love trapped my soul

After the war was fought, I took a moment…
I thought about the battles, the combats
And chose to contemplate my graveyard
Shutting myself down, to alleviate the sorrows

But then I forgot, that as everyone knows,
After every storm, the calm awaits
But I kept my eyes shut, the hope was gone
I left my inspiration locked, inside the rock

And the lights got shut down
The curtains drown
As the flame slowly froze
But my hope, was kept alive…

… And now, it’s time to write.

For T.

Welcome back

The sweet tones of a mellow song
The unexpected words of an unheard poem
The mild smells drifting from the wood
Inside of all that you hide, and in an instant, you’re back

You trap me, you fill my insides with a warm buzz
My nose feels an itch, and my heart shrinks
And without a warning, you take me away
Back to my memories, my roots, my forgotten dreams

It takes just an instant, but you get me back
Reality shifts, and suddenly, I’m gone
The back seat of a compact car, cruising on a cold morning
The family trips, the thrill of a childhood life.

With no more than just my memories, I carry on
What I felt, I feel no more, and I can barely bring it back
What I sensed is now a cloud…
But those notes, words and smells, set me straight

Nostalgia, you! The sneakiest of the senses
The one that reminds us that as long as we have a mind
We will have our past, tattooed to our souls
And in an instant, and without warning, you take us back.

Accidents Happen

The steady sound of breathing in and out grows
There are no labels, no rules, it’s just a moment…
And suddenly, unavoidably, an accidental touch
It sparks the tic-tac of my heart, fast, strong
It simply feels, an instant that has tattooed my soul.

In front is me, my silent thoughts,
Behind is what I made of you, in an instant, in a touch.

Ay!

Ay! como me dolio dejarte
Olvidado tras el caminar del tiempo
Perdido entre momentos ya vividos
Enterrado bajo el rencor de las memorias

Ay! como me dolio olvidarte
Convirtiendo mi soledad en miedo
Escuchando el susurro del silencio
Arrancandote de mi alma a mordidas

Ay! como me dolio perderte
Transformando mi vida en pesadillas
Entre sollosos de un alma temerosa
matando mi inocencia con locura.

Ay! como me dolio enterrarte
Bajo escombros de suenos destrozados
Me secaste las llagas ya sin sangre
Y el tiempo de la mano te ha borrado.

Gone

In one of those days, those that make you feel like the world is charging a load of Karma on you, I decided to take a walk, alone, and take my thoughts for a stroll.

As I was contemplating the orange looking streets of Halifax, burning like fire, with the intense rays of an agonizing sun in the verge of dusk, I could feel it.

In an instant, almost unperceivable, the air blew cold; I could only imagine the world around me announcing in sublime simplicity that summer was gone.

I stood there, thrilled by the privilege of witnessing one of nature’s true whispers; I felt alive, I felt life running through my fingers softly and chilly.

And right there, almost instinctively, I gave one of those deep sighs, breathing deeply, feeling the cool air of a new born fall fill up my lungs.

My eyes were closed, and the darkness became red, as I realized that the sun escaping in between branches of trees and buildings was kissing my face.

And this is how I welcomed fall, and offered a nostalgic farewell to summer, the simplest and most delightful way. The way I learned to live life from inside the rubble of my soul.

Just like that, I kept on walking. The instant vanished slowly in the back of my mind, as the noises of cars, bicycle bells, and scattered voices, commenced to fill the real world.

Summer is gone, I said in an audible thought, as a couple standing next to me heard my words, they smiled back and I knew they also got the message… Gone.