Haiku 13

postal de madrid

em cima da mesa

lembrando a viagem

Poem 36

We saw

The polish nuns on the (their) way to Santiago

A memory of an old civil war

Sushi bar stretch limos

Rock art and a lighthouse

Seagulls and strong waves

Upon a wide sargasso sea

Sunflowers, cornfields

We saw

Cyclist running by

A line of green tilled houses

The long tube line

And a band playing at the other end

We saw

The rocket train on rusty tracks

Surrounded by weeds

And the football fans round the stadium

Dressed in scarves and jerseys

Honking and screaming,

Taking the mall

Poem 35

and forever it was going to be

the unsettledness of youth

at each four hours the silence is broken

look at it now, james whose to say

it will all end this way

deep brown eyes so wide

unearth change, rest the fuzzy phase

behind, exasperating was left

tiring whims from the past

malleable

at each four hours the silence is broken

like if amid chaos and confusion,

creativeness arised

12”  love  letters ascounded

dreams within a dream

one offers the answer to the other

oversaturation.

is an exercise in patience

i know, i know, should be asleep

Poem 34

splendiferous effort

too long, too short

too small, too tall

it is dark inside

no hearing, no reason

clumsy senses,

it is dark inside

should had turned west,

east,you took, then left

of the right

like a ping-pong ball

bouncing back and forward

sometimes you hit the net

no hearing, no reason

clumsy senses

absent faith

dripping, dripping,

it is dark inside

those familiar faces

across the glass

you do not recognise them

trying to reach,

trying to touch, you fail

to see you

inside it is dark

your silent mind

so loud,

aching and breaking

invisible in your shell

in plain view you hide

no hearing, no reason

clumsy senses,

crab walk in the rain

dripping, dripping,

it is dark inside

Poem 33

Once upon a time

It was all too important

The clouds pass, the wind blows

Ten plus ten it tells zero

Reset the tape, replay the dream

Change the image of a memory

In turn, place the white lillies

Upon the old night table

A salty pie, not so good, is it?

Slowly, return those ancient grips

Let the sweet summery breeze

Bring front lost wonder

The path of orchids to the way of Santiago

Where does it lead, the time of gaze

Sunflowers, corn, carrots

Passing under the dark tunnel

Until clear sight of the playground

Rush, rush, rush, the train is late

Weed, flowers, water, three and a quarter

Once outside, drive fast

And go back to the warmness