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At the other side of the ocean

At other side of the ocean what is there?
greenery, freshness peace,
a road without impediments to walk by,
a hope of light allows us to embrace
the most beautiful dreams you dare to have.

At the other side of the ocean what is there?
sadness, uncertainty, necessities,
they are deprived of the most elemental things, food, medications, hopes and liberty.

At the other side of the ocean, 
a wide separates us.
It holds secrets of lives that never made it,
their dreams drowned and died in search of liberty.

Oh! my raft brothers, I feel so sad!
So many lives have been lost,
they could never arrive to the free land,
to the other side of the ocean,
to the seashores. 

From the book "At the other side of the ocean".

 

Bello
(Beautiful)

Bello! Infinitely Bello – As a calmed, green ocean. Brave, as the tempestuous ocean itself. Bello! He offered gallantries with every awakening, encouraging, sharing his love, and his wisdom with others in his path. He always saved the tenderness of a kiss, and a warm embrace for his gal. I remember many instances of our life - But one occasion had come alive. An evening we spent at Julian, seated on a mountain peak, the sky, a veil of shining stars for scenery. The stars seemed so close that I felt I could leap to touch them. The evening was cool although it was summer time. He covered my shoulders with a shawl, it was not enough, then he covered my body with his to keep me warm. Bello! Infinitely Bello – As a flowering garden on springtime. But the road that he traveled had a set of double doors at the end. Curiously enough, he entered alone one day, because alone we are born. He never returned! Now his body is laid to rest covered by snow each winter, waiting for resurrection day far away from me. 10 Time! It is your best friend and your worst enemy as well – It passes by merciless, leaving a flavor of bittersweet memories. OH! Silly me, again I was taking a ride through my memories, remembering things of my past. While doing so, I discovered that I own a treasure, a chest filled with priceless memories. You know? The chest is not for sale. You would not care to buy my troubles anyways. You would not care to walk the path I walked so long ago. There were many things that I don’t care to share... Inside the same old chest from where these beautiful memories had come alive today. Oh! Bello, infinitely Bello - A love, that was mine once. Now it is tucked away forever in my memory.

From the book "At the other side of the ocean". 

 

Coffee for Two

Seated outside on the swing this morning, sipping my first cup of espresso coffee, I thought of him. When was the last time we had a cup of coffee together? Are memories fading? Or do I prefer not to open the pages of a book that took me so long to close? He was not a coffee drinker or so he said when we first met, but he got accustomed to having a demitasse of espresso with me every morning, before we rushed to work on separate ways. No – I don’t care too much for coffee, I recall, telling me another day. But he never lost the occasion to prepare Turkish coffee when his friends came over to converse. One Christmas evening – He had been working at the emergency room twenty-four hours straight. Came home with a small gift and excused himself – I am sorry, I could not go shopping to choose a gift for you. But I have found something neat in the hospital gift shop when I took a short break... It was a black coffee mug hand painted with a red passion flower and a dainty hummingbird. Inside the cup a small coffee package “Hazelnut” my favorite flavor. Coffee for two in a single mug I asked? He smiled placing the gift in my hands. I conserve that old mug, up to this day. He did not care for coffee or so he said – But we sipped many cups together, every morning before we went to work.

From the book "At the other side of the ocean". 

 

The Dance

Through all stages of my life I have danced. During difficult times and through good ones too - I danced through all my chapters from a very young age. In my early childhood I danced Ballet. I grew up, and I was not allowed to dance it anymore. (The tutus were too short) and father said no, no. When I was a teenager I danced Tango. When my father saw me, it came to a halt. I recall what he said: “If I ever catch you dancing to that rhythm again A convent will be your new living place”. Oh! Poor Mother she was to be blamed. Quickly I stopped and learned the Rock and Roll- But that type of dance so crazy and wild... He also said NO, NO. When my father saw me he virtually died “You can’t do that”! For sure you will get a heart attack. But I have danced through all the stages in my life In difficult times and also the good times. I danced the Waltz, slow danced and the cha-cha-cha, The Hip-Hop, the Twist, and whatever else came along my way. it helped me to keep in shape. Father is gone – I am very old. But I will keep on dancing Until the day I’m gone.

From the book "At the other side of the ocean". 

 

Melting Bones

A burning desire as a raging fire that goes with me as a mighty shadow, wherever I go day or night, it is turning my bones into pulp... I can find him in my daily routine. I cannot shake it away from my life, from my thoughts. He is always with me! Is He a sortilege or a dream mixed up with only a bit of reality? It is difficult to sort apart one from the other! He kisses me sweetly at dawn, while I attempt to feed Lily my white, big, Angora cat. We begin the day together, fixing for breakfast, scramble eggs, refried beans, French bread with butter and Mexican tortillas. Espresso coffee for me, apple juice or lemonade for him. I am a caffeine freak; He would not touch it... It seems so strange right? And we kiss and hug each other very early in the morning exactly at 5:00 a.m. before he goes to work. When the suburbs starts to wake-up, and people are going about their daily routine, I am already awake but not from a dream that lasts all day. In reality, he, is probably already at work, unaware of my thoughts and I simply write these verses born from a burning desire to have what I have not, that it is making my bones feel like pulp.

From the book "Melting Bones".

 

Simply I Love You

Remember honey... The first time you set eyes on me and me on you? You were seated behind your desk, proper, serious, respectful. I was the new Admin. Clerk, You were a Housing Assistant then. Oh my love, it has rained so much since that day! Remember Babe? You were a married man. Me? Just engaged, about to tie the knot as well. I got married and went to Desert Storm ... Time went by... Upon my return, to be exact in 1991 I did not know, but you had separated from your wife and as for me, my marriage was over as well. You practically hunted me down, day after day. I did not want to go out with you, I have to say. But I guess persistence was the trick! Now, I am telling the story, we are still together today. You kept on flirting with me, I have to say, but the way you looked at me, the things you told me that made me blush, set the course of our life that day. Summer time came, You invited me out again. I took my risks with no regrets... I was so shy, and yes, you ignited the spark. So much took place back in those days, a rocky relationship I thought at first... On our first date, you parked the “Bug” close to the bay, and we kissed each other again and again. Melting Bones 10 While doing so, we discovered a beautiful cross set up high upon a mountain nearby. The empty cross was a sign for me that I should accept you forever in my life. We tried together to find that cross and when we did, by then I thought it is a sign of approval from God above. My love, eternal love, I want to share with you today that you were the first man that I really loved. If I should mention sex as well Babe, you made me quiver until this day. I guess our love was sealed in Puerto Vallarta lying next to each other on the white sand – The shadows of the night, the big light moon, the shooting stars! I whispered a wish: “For you to be mine”. Julianna was conceived in that romantic night and my wish was granted, how blessed am I! To have you for always sweetheart. I became your friend, and also your wife and you my lover forever mine.

*For my daughter Janett and her husband today my son Gary (Their love story).

From the book "Melting Bones".

 

Falling Star

I painted my dreams... Painted what I saw and for painting the truth and for painting my desires they confiscated my brushes, my paintings and canvases. They carried me to a jail to brainwash me. There, in the dark cell I painted with black coals on the moldy walls stained with mildew, stained with red blood, the pain and the suffering of those of my brethren who were in captivity. With my bloody fingers on the walls of my cell I painted open locks and broken chains. I painted seagulls flying, painted voices in the wind of Cubans who shouted: “End the suffering”. I painted a free Cuba with the blood of my fingers.

*It is my dream to see my Island free.

*Houston Poetry Fest University of Houston, TX Winner Poem Juried Poet 2012 *Casa Cuba Houston, TX The Crystal Award (Spanish version) 2012

From the book "Melting Bones".

 

The Moon Is?

The moon is made of Swiss cheese according to some children’s imagination. The moon that we all revere was unreachable in ancient times. In this era of enlightenment, technology and knowledge, the moon continues to be food for a poet’s pen, thirsty to deciphers ideas and thoughts. In India, a child was born in a marginal neighborhood, His toys were whatever he could find in his surroundings. But he grew up with a dream as many of us do. He saw the moon in his own way. Today, he is a sculptor, a genius in his art. Pots and pans, knives, colanders, silverware, canteens and all sort of instruments necessary in the kitchen use gave him the inspiration for his Master Piece today, displayed at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. He gathered all these utensils with diligence, put it together with style, with heart and imagination, He, made all the utensils to shine as a mirror. The final product, an art piece, a Master Piece, an Indian Moon. Viewed all the components from his childhood, things that made him happy and he created his own moon. I leave this Master Piece to your imagination. To me, it is his dream that became a reality to shine forever.

*Work based on art of Asia (contemporary) Sculptor: Suboth Gupta, (untitled, 2008) Materials used: Stainless steel The Museum of Fine Arts Houston, TX

From the book "Melting Bones".

 

Lord

Today, you spoke to me through my grandson Josh. Caressing my face, He embraced me in a long affectionate silence. Looking at me in the eyes, without saying anything else He said: “Grandmother everything will be fine you will see”. Lord, today you spoke to me through the wind and the silence that I had the opportunity to enjoy peacefully, after Josh’s hug. I was able to realize (In spite of the difficult news that I have received that day) You are in my life and always talk to me...

From the book "Conversando con Él - Conversing with Him".

 

Señor

Señor, hoy me hablaste a través de mi nieto Josh, acariciando mi rostro, me abrazó en un silencio largo y cariñoso. Mirándome a los ojos sin decir nada más me dijo: “Abuela todo estará bien, ya verás”. Señor, hoy me hablaste a través del viento y el silencio que tuve la oportunidad de disfrutar tranquilamente, después del abrazo de Josh; pude darme cuenta (a pesar de la difícil noticia que recibí ese día) que estas en mi vida y siempre me hablarás... 

From the book "Conversando con Él - Conversing with Him".

 

Thankfulness

Today, I am thanking you my Lord from the ashes of this cancer eliminated. I am grateful that even today that I write after this martyrdom I know that you are with me. I have been treated by a group of angels, all of them, dressed as doctors, nurses, surgeons, assistants, anesthesiologists and the secretaries of different clinics and hospitals In which I have been treated. I felt secured in this long journey. I have no doubts about my recovery. I know that of all the angels the professor is you. You prepared each of them for this occasion And so, from the ashes of this cancer, I give thanks to all of them And I thank you my Lord.

From the book "Conversando con Él - Conversing with Him".

 

Agradecimiento

Hoy te hablo señor desde las cenizas de un cáncer erradicado. Quiero agradecerte que aun hoy que te escribo después de este martirio sé que estás conmigo. He sido tratada por un grupo de ángeles, que tú escogiste, todos ellos, vestidos de doctores, enfermeros, cirujanos, ayudantes, anestesiologistas, y el secretariado de las diferentes clínicas y hospitales en las cuales he sido atendida. Con todos por igual, a través de tu amor me he sentido segura en este largo camino. No tuve dudas de mi recuperación. Sé que de todos los ángeles eres el profesor preparaste a cada uno de ellos para esta ocasión. Y por eso, desde las cenizas de este cáncer, le doy gracias a todos ellos, te doy gracias Señor.

From the book "Conversando con Él - Conversing with Him".

 

My Sunset Rain

Insistent, the rain was beating on my window and insistent my eyes devoured your words. Written with ink or blood? I don't know, suddenly I felt your soul ripped apart on the white pages. And I felt you were sobbing on my shoulder and I could do nothing about it, a silence closed your throat. Insistent, the rain was beating on my window and a mad desire to hear your voice also climbed up my throat. I called you, knowing that you will not respond, I left you a message, which I knew you’d not listen too I was staring to the paper, reading your soul more than your words, and a strange tenderness stirred my skin while insistent, the rain was beating on my window.

From the book "El amor que calla - The silent love".

 

Lluvia De Mi Atardecer

Insistente la lluvia golpeaba en mi ventana e insistente mi vista devoraba tus palabras... ¿Escritas con tinta o con sangre? No lo sé, de pronto sentí tu alma desgarrarse en las páginas blancas. Y sentí tus sollozos en mi hombro y yo sin poder hacer nada, el silencio cerraba tu garganta... La lluvia insistente golpeaba en mi ventana y unas ansias locas de escuchar tu voz también subió por mi garganta. Te llamé, sabiendo que no responderías, te dejé un mensaje, que sabía tampoco escucharías. Me quedé con la vista fija en el papel, leyendo tu alma más que tus palabras, y una ternura extraña conmovió mi piel mientras insistente la lluvia golpeaba mi ventana.

From the book "El amor que calla - The silent love".

 

Crystal clear night

Crystal cleat night
nightingales singing,
the stars are twinkling
I feel inner peace.

The stars shine on the firmament
like tiny diamonds.
I hear a tick, tat, tick, tat,
and it's not the clock.

It's his heart
that beats cheerfully,
while verse after,
he shares his love affairs with me.

My heart is renewed
listening to his heart,
bells ring on the wind
song and verses.
My adoration!

Beautiful June night
that united us both,
and that is from the Universe
a gift from God.

From the book "Noche Cristalina - Cystal Clear Night".


 

 

Noche Cristalina

Noche Cristalina
cantares de ruiseñores
las estrellas titilan,
siento paz interior ...

Brillan en el firmamento
diminutos diamantes,
se escucha un tic, tac, tic, tac
y no es el reloj.

Es su corazón
que late alegremente,
mientras versos tras versos,
comparte comigo,
sus cuitas de amor.

Mi corazón se renueva
al escuchar el suyo,
tañen campanas al viento,
canciones y versos
!mi adoración!

Bella noche de junio
que nos une a los dos
y que es  del Universo
un regalo de Dios.

From the book "Noche Cristalina - Cystal Clear Night".