Tears Turned Butterflies

Yes, yes, yes … we have reached a very interesting point and it is necessary to reveal a few more secrets I left out from you… sorry I kept you in suspense but trust me it is all for a good cause. First, let me tell you about this Druid of the Great North. This man has lived at least six lives back to back and is going on his seventh. The wealth of knowledge he has accumulated over his shoulder is paramount let alone the wisdom he possesses in all matters of morals, justice and prophesy.

His most dreadful foe, the witch of prejudice, had already cost him six of his lives and now he is determined at to capture her forever for now is his last chance. In his search for justice, he had been searching for the right opportunity to deploy his prowess. Then one day he came upon the Queen and the Pirate…

It was at this juncture that the Great Druid of the North sent for the Pelican Ignatius who was as we know a philosopher, but also a keen astronomer. The Druid had been lacking concentration those days because great cosmic disturbances were interfering with his telepathic abilities. He wanted to know the cause and to find way to solve the problem.

Pelican Ignatius knew quite well the cause, but he was afraid to tell the Druid straight for he feared the Druid would harm the pirate. “Allow me Great Druid to explain the reason,” said the pelican. “I know very well the person who is behind these galactic phenomena, but promise me not to harm him because he is my dearest friend”
“But why would you like to protect such vandal who is disrupting my ability to think”. “The reason is that he is innocent and does not know that he is affecting you,” the pelican explained. “My friend has found a treasure so immense that his heart is sending signals so potent every time he looks at particular set of stars, a group of three. And that is why every time he looks at them he attracts to himself enormous galactic powers from which he channels his emotions to the stars and disrupts your ability to communicate.”
“Hummm…” murmured the druid, and then said “and in doing so he has indirectly called on me to his attention!” Then he realized that there was deeper meaning behind this coincidence, he became pensive and then demanded.

The Crystal Ball

She heard the devastating news of how the pirate had been captured and her small friends slain. “Oh most tragic fate” … her body trembled and eyes swept ….”why so much cruelty” tonight of all night, that she waited for so long she hurt with all her dreams shattered…. “Oh my pirate why you died”

Crying on her balcony in total despair the queen earnestly prayed and cried desperately…. Her supplication so sincere that the clouds made way to let the stars shine thru… so cheerless her soul that her grounds guardian owls sent in unison harmonics buhuuu to soothe her pain.…

Beeding heart (cm:apr-09)
My heart bleeds I cannot stop
Is too late to hold your hands
Is too late to wish you mine
For without you I will now die
Our love soars high
Beyond the starry skies

Up away the skies so high, stars pulsed their lights so calm, a ray hope shone her way …. As she looked above, she realized shone the star she dreamed the night the pirate read her message in the sky! So mysterious was its warmth she new so well it shone both ways reflected on the star thru the crevice on the wall.

The Witch of Prejudice

WHEN, suddenly the skies darkened; surrounding the land in deafening thunders that echoed fiercely in belching explosions… At the epicenter was the witch of prejudice siphoning dark clouds that descended towards her in whirly furry. At her flanks were her contingents of goblins performing grotesque diabolic rituals of abominable depravation.

At the darkest moment, the witch dispatched her goblins and scores of furious three headed flesh-eating hounds to capture the pirate.
Most of the welcoming entourage fled but a few fell pray to the vicious hounds that tore their flesh viciously. The witch on a well-staged ploy lured Eaglehook to fall into a trap as he tried to rescue a piglet from being devoured by three-headed aberration. Exactly as he stepped on the hidden trap, a heavy net snatched him from the ground and gobbled him upwards leaving him hanging like a giant fig from a tree….

HAAHAHHAHAHAHAH HA shrieked the witch in cruel laughter; “damnation I shall take revenge!” she spewed in anger.
Our pirate was dragged by tens of goblins that locked him in a dungeon.
As he waited in the damp and dark cell, he resisted his surrender. Entrenched in his fearless valor he defied the witch to fight him… “I may loose my body but not my soul” . As he mulled his great escape a mysterious a warm ray of light percolated through a crack on the heavy rock wall - Graced by a sublime revelation the pirate fell to his knees and cried, “It is you my dear queen that comes to calm my heart”

Ray of hope (cm Apr/09)
Queen of my desires
Shield my heart with love
My body stand to guard
What foes seek to annihilate

A fissure on the wall
Darkness gone away
A ray of hope so bright
Percolates my heart

A fissure on the wall
Sadness crushed so hard
A ray of joy so bright
foes cannot destroy

Now with reassurances that the Queen held his soul safely on her care, he was fearless and confident to destroy his foes and join his queen. A peak into his heart would reveal the true colors of his invincible nature and devotion for his queen:

Fly to burn (cm Apr/09)
For a taste of your black magic
Wicked witch let me succumb;
And be devoured by the rats
That infest in your filthy dungeon.
You have captured me in good time;
Go ahead and let me die
For the flesh that you have caught
Lives a the spirit of a moth
Thwart your plan is my delight
Spin and gyre round your lamp
Wings in smoke I drop my poison
To implode your wicked soul.

silly fairy song

Indeed the pirate was able to deceive everyone as detective Dream-Catcher had predicted; but with one difference: he was not with the queen of all desires! He had been snatched by his archrival foe the zealot witch of prejudice, and was about to cast a spell on him and turn him into a stuffed raven! …

I know, my friendly reader… you would prefer to skip to the part where the pirate and her majesty finally kiss, get cozy, etc.. However, let us be patient and carry on a step at a time! We must find out why and how he got into this horrendous predicament.

As we know this far, the pirate has true feeling for the queen, But there was another important reason to meet her: She had in her possession his right eye, and he wanted it back at all cost.

How he lost his eye is a matter of another tale, but suffice to say that he had lost it on quarrel over some scantly dressed ladies in a saloon. It is said that in the middle of the confusion an elf came and popped his eye out with a spoon and runaway with it. Shady business don’t you think? Well, let’s not get side tracked and return to our story…

We left Eaglehook as he slumbered under the scorching heat on top his ship’s deck on the verge of extinction. Inexplicably the winds picked up and inflated the ships sails to push them deeper into the high seas. Legend says that his spirit took charge of the ship while he laid there in as state of oblivion. By some miraculous providence, the ship took him all the way to her majesties shores. …A sparkling cool spray woke him up; it was our delicate Dewdrop fairy gently sending magic drops his way.

Remarkably, he woke up without signs of weariness and in full of vigor… “Where am I” he demanded… “

“You have reached our queens shores gallant pirate”, exclaimed the fairy; “I have orders to take you to her castle”. He was cautious to hear those words and reminiscing on the scorching heat when he thought he had died, he became even more skeptical of his whereabouts. "How did I get here?" "Who sailed my ship?" Full of questions but without answers they were joined by more fairies Tinkerbelle, Frawn, Silvermist among a dozen others who came from all directions hovering in frolic maneuvers around his head…

“Enough you silly ladies…” he ordered, “Hurry up and take me to her palace!” He got up shaking off the dust from his long journey and feeling grumpy and in disbelieve, followed the flying ladies. The fairies did not seem to care about his mood and coarse manners and were dancing all around him while he shook them off like annoying bugs. Chanting silly songs with boisterous and dissonant soprano voices - the fairies drove him crazy:

silly fairy song (cm Apr/09)
Songs of joy we celebrate
Trumpets, bells ‘n fireworks
Colored perfumed butterflies ‘
Ladybugs ‘n fireflies

Rabbits, birds ‘n monkeys feast
Pudding, cakes ‘n jellybeans
pirate is bathed and shaven clean!
Fragrant ready for thee queen!


To add to the confusion various animals and bugs joined the welcoming entourage frolicking and laughing frantically. This could not be real he thought, what a nightmare, complained the pirate; I rather perish in quicksand!

"I am a one eyed pirate - a feared buccaneer not a namby-pamby prince with a fancy cape and a sissy feathered hat…I must be in the wrong story", he worried! "Urrrg…" he cursed and spat… his only solace was that he would reach his beloved queen soon. "This should be my last frustration;" he thought as he filled his heart with her sculptured figure, his lost eye and persevered.

The queen has disappeared!

Distinguished reader, allow me to introduce myself. I am detective Dream-Catcher of the Seagull Intelligence Agency (SIA) in charge of the anti-fraud task force of the seven seas. I have been called to investigate the disappearance of her majesty the queen of all desires!

Some time ago, we were very moved to learn that Eaglehook the pirate had passed away for a most noble cause and in honor of our queen.

I felt nostalgic of his demise. Looking back into his trajectory, I secretly admired but never condoned his ability to sail the seas snatching treasures, enchanting women and collecting them as porcelain dolls, just to cast them overboard when he got tired of playing with them.

His arrogance at times so disgusting, that on occasions I wished I could have drowned him, but never had the courage and ended throwing lifesavers on his rescue. I became sympathetic of him, when I thought that he would come to the realization that he was hiding his real reasons to escape; that he was only faking his merciless desire to loot… evading his own conscience. I thought he knew very well that he would inevitably begin to accept his own mortality and seek salvation.

After many years on his track, I learned to respect his vivid yet perverted intellect. We all know that he had entered an irrevocable state of physical decay caused by long years of unrestrained behavior and lurid morality.

Let me warn you dear reader: our allegedly defunct friend was too smart to exit before his most feared ghost took possession of him: the dimming of his soul ahead of his heart. The only tragedy that would preclude his own redemption. So why would Eaglehook anticipate his death with most his mental faculties intact?

I became so suspicious that launched a full-scale investigation to recover his ship and his body …. NOTHING has been found! There are no traces of him anywhere! He has simply fooled us all again. This story about him waiting for his queen in heaven and guiding her to him when her time comes is a fabrication!

My dear reader, please reason with me… he is a hairy handed, red-blooded PIRATE, a fearless buccaneer and a master of deception! He has snatched the queen of all desires before our very eyes! He has simply maneuvered our attention to think him dead while he is enjoying a most worldly and passionate encounter with her majesty in persona; and to top of it all she is a willing companion! A sacrilege!

Here is the SCOOP; most reliable sources from the SIA have intercepted love verses written in his own handwriting and dated as early as today! He is ALIVE and very much in LOVE with the queen… yes, I said in LOVE …

It is mind bogging that our “mucho-macho” filibuster is capable of such sublime feelings. Moreover, for us to be deprived form our queen of all desires; and her willingness to allow herself to be lured by this despicable creature hurt us so deep.

Knowing the pirate as I do, he will not throw her overboard as he did with his collection. They have now teamed up to take control of the seven seas! An epic chase of incomparable wit has just begun! Prepare yourselves!

Here is the evidence:

Touché
Touché! You caught me off guard!
I am humbled before you fair lady –
You take this round; I felt your clout,
Admire your style to fence me off so boldly!

I meant no harm and that is true
But also true that play I do
With words and swords as pirates do;
But why should I deceive to play alone
When is more fun to play with you?

Swoosh, wooosh … kaabush..
I shall disappear behind my words; don’t fear!
Deceive you not, but reappear
To make you feel the magic.

Our season:
The turns of Nature showed
When ripened times converge
Is now, as always been
Most certainly our season

Swimming in sync
She: “… And today I swam in the morning as it rained and each drop on my face made me feel so alive and wishing you were there to share.”
He: “ … Consider I was with you there in every stroke, and every drop that fell on you the Dew Drop Ferry made for you …

 

Incubation: (the flight of the eagles)
You have incubated much too long sweetheart for our heat has turned to fire!

It is time to clutch you tight
Ardently around my arms
Break that shell to come alive
To fly with me like an eagle

Why the message in the sky (Part 2)

AAfter reading from the stars, our pirate prepares to embark on his most glorious quest.
He was only certain of two things. First, that by an irrefutable revelation, the night he gazed at the stars from the crows nest, that his muse had read and understood “why the message in the sky”. The second fact he held in his possession, was that she was out there somewhere beyond the point of no return…

YES, yes, yes… my friendly reader I need to explain: The point of no return is that point that if crossed, will never return you to your point of origin… indeed a very foolish endeavor. However, you know how pirates are so greedy, especially if the boot is the queen of all desires; yes! her majesty in person! … And all for himself, of course… his most inspiring muse the essence of perfection!
Oh yes, I forgot to mention, he does not even know her name! Well between you and I let us call her Rapunzel of the seas.
It has been said that she has long golden hair and shuns all her pretenders…how can our sea drifter be so obtuse!

“You are a madman,” laughed drunken buccaneers as they saw him set sail “You will go blind in the scorching sun and become mad before you drown to the center of the earth!”

But he knew what he was doing with resolute conviction he departed…“I don’t need my eyes because I can see it in my heart!” he barked in anger!

Months later on a blind course:

By now his vision almost gone and the charts were useless!
No signs of hope anywhere, and the dreadful point was twice behind. The rats were dead, all was silent except cracking sounds of snapping pointed splinters sticking up from scalding decks; and flat sounds of blisters bursting from his back. Grasping in hot air he painfully exuded last his drop of courage:

Oh sterile sea,
A lonely man and torrid heat
Arrhythmic specters dance afar
Twirls of horrid convolutions
Guts, flesh and fishbone spumes
Goblins, demons take possession
Scorched skin the heat sinks deep
In nauseating vertigo he spins
On his fall to condemnation

A shield of faith wraps his soul
Right on time for his protection
As the fall slings in reverses direction
His soul hovers high in vast suspension
Sweet odes are heard and rainbows seen
Yet alone he comes to understand
That his spirit is sailing free
And now settled in her heart
He is the message in the sky

Why the message in the sky

The pirate has been ill; his bones hurt. He is back though; lets find out what he is up to now.
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Our trusty pirate is fed up of mulling on his troubles and has risen to grab a lost treasure; a true love he thought foregone like the path of a fallen star.

He hastily summons his old friend the pelican to take a message across the many seas. However, as he is about to seal the envelope he apologizes to his envoy and tells him that on second thoughts a message so direct would sound pretentious and infinitely trite.

The friendly bird then suggests to drop a bottle on her beach… he disproves to say that such an action would misconstrue a vulgar call for random craze; that a lady of her class would disdainfully refuse.

Looking for an answer, he finds himself on top of the crows nest balancing the tides; with one hand on the mast and the other pointing at the stars, he bursts in great elation:

I have felt her lasting flame
Unaware I cherished for so long
Colors spread to ignite the hearth
Soothing warmth of light so true
Sweet deaf odes shall play for you
Invisible rainbows make you smile
Precious verses encoded in the stars
Stands to reason but not in words
When your soul finds my heart
I will take you aboard my ship
And together you’ll understand
Why the message in the sky.

Tempestad

Publish Post

Cruzando nubes cargadas que aplastan el mar, navega el bucanero. Presiente que seguido los acordes de relámpagos furiosos que crujen cada ves mas alto a cualquier momento caerá el temporal.

Sereno agarrado al timón, mastica sus pensamientos preguntándose ¿si será la secuela de malos tiempos las que marchitan a los sentimientos? ¿o serán los recuerdos, esas efímeras esperanzas frágiles, los que le harán retornar al viejo muelle de partida? …instintivamente sin que él lo pueda evitar ni fantasear.

Traga un golpe de ron… divaga de las corrientes hasta que un trueno lo alerta de los peligros venideros…

Tranquilo coge el timón y en línea directa al rompiente espera…

Tempestad

Círculos que hunden recuerdos

Retumban tambores reviente de truenos

Puñetes cruzados, el oleaje golpea con ganas

Zambullo de proa, suda chorreada cubierta salada

Cruje de casco torcido, endereza a roncos sus penas

Soberbio requinta, maldice y con furia se estira

Chupa un hondo surco la popa

Que revuelca arrancadas nostalgias vivas.

Se despide solemne en penas

Se aleja densa embriagante estela

Remolinos centrípetos las hunde tragándoselas al olvido

Náufragos flotan recuerdos

de regreso al punto de partida

Se va el viento borrando las nubes

Entre palos rajados, caídos y velas rasgadas,

Cuelgan sogas que en nudos evitan rebalsen sollozos

Que si gotean añore regrese y centinela se instale;

Dulce melancolía ... que sin ti el círculo no completaría.

Tokyo - January 2009 - Enero 2009

I am giving the pirate a little rest today because I have decided to publish slide-show movie with pictures I have

taken on my current trip to Tokyo; where I am taking a little break visiting my daughter, her mom, and grandmother.

I have taken time-off in preparation of a scheduled surgery to remove a herniated cervical disc later in February at the Lion’s Gate Hospital in North Vancouver. For those of you who prefer a spicier medical term the procedure is called an anterior cervical discectomy.

I hope you enjoy the show; I feature in a couple frames wearing a headmaster collar.

I sketched the little verse below a few years ago and I like it… in a certain way is a good description of myself… chasing the golden pot at the end of a rainbow.

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He puesto al pirata de descanso hoy porque decidí publicar una película fotográfica de escenas que acabo de tomar en Tokio donde me encuentro de visita a mi hija, su mama y abuela.

Estoy en breves vacaciones preparándome para una cirugía marcada para finales de febrero cuando me retiran un disco herniado de la cervical en el Lion's Gate Hospital de North Vancouver. Para los que prefieren una sazón médica, el procedimiento se llama

disectomía cervical anterior.

Espero que les guste el show; yo aparezco en dos tomas usando un collar soporte.

El bosquejo de verso abajo lo prepare algunos años atrás…. Describe de cierta forma como soy… persiguiendo tesoros dorados al final del arco iris.

Sunrise and the road ahead.

On my feet down the beach,
My old worn sandals follow me.
The sun is so immense
A whole day to spare,
And a rainbow to walk under.
Never reaching the end
Same old sandals trailed my way
Following that rainbow

Potpourri - Pirata en Abstinencia

El Pirata recuerda sus tesoros

Abstinencia del Marinero

El silencio de la escotilla cerrada

Que separa la brisa y encierra un deseo dejado

Sin poder dormir arrimado en su lecho

Acogido a una ilusión

Presiente el enlace calido de sus labios.

Ansiosa llama prepara el destino

Destrozado entre paciencia y la esperaza

Decidió por la paciencia

Navegará y sabrá cuando…

El Galeón

Nave de amor pirata

Fondeo en bahía frente a la playa

De la orilla al navío el mar oculta abismos

La resaca empuja y jala

Remos resueltos avanzan al encuentro

De regreso al galeón imponente infla sus velas

Mientras la cobija de popa alumbra

El botín de su larga espera

Un Dulce Despertar

Esa noche se despertó buscando

Salpicando… con calor y en fuego

Complicita almohada no acusará

El sueño en vida un consuelo

Y la vida de veras un sueño

Recuerdos la buscan con ansia

Sollozos al despertar.

Para lograr un beso que otros mares verá.

Hacia ella navegan sus sueños

Con qué versos nuevos lo arrullará.

Amor de contrabando…

Una nave de amor pirata, de palo alto rastrea los mares en busca de aventuras..

De la orilla la doncella recoge una botella y sin que nadie la viera retira la misiva intrigada. … “Esta noche asómate a la playa y veras salir la luna como un sol nocturno. Mira lejos que divisaras mi navío con bandera ¡calavera!,
Fondearé mi ancla frente a tu playa y ordenaré te recojan para llevarte en crucero.
Zarparemos sin sospechas y en silencio se inflaran las velas. No me temas soy navegante experto; te llevare por mares escarpados, te llenare de amores que jamás encontraras. De regreso te devuelvo antes de la aurora… no me llores, por que soy del mar y regreso con la marea...

Maquillada espera temerosa

Nave de amor pirata

El palo alto cruza la luna

...

"!Corsario!" - suspira, "mi vida y consuelo

Tu nave de veras un sueño

Sin te..te-temor tiemblo
te busco con ansia

En sollozos mi despertar sin ti."

Gaia ¿Por que llora la justicia?

Los códigos del sentimiento no se rigen ni por vastos pensamientos ni con las leyes del saber. Más bien ellos brotan del alma, son invisibles a los ojos, se rinden a la conciencia y solo lo entiende el corazón.

Absurdo seria si el alma del bueno reflejara solo la quietud su conciencia limpia… y la del malo solo el alboroto de la misma. La vida no es en blanco y negro… al contrario, un calidoscopio de colores de matices de muchísimas texturas e infinidad de grises.

La justicia sufre, con el alma dura llena de dolor... Valiente decide ciega e imparcial aun que le duela enormemente tomar del veneno de los dioses por no curarse con los remedios de los ángeles caídos...

Agradezco a la madre tierra

Por poder haber llegado a tiempo

Por sembrar el sentir en mí conciencia

Por recibir tu soplo,

¡Oh Gaia, pienso y luego soy!

Give Peace a Chance.

"All we are saying is give peace a chance" - John Lennon


This is my first posting in English. I have started my blog on the first day of this year. I don’t have a concrete idea of where I am heading so it is fair to say that at the moment I am drifting with the tides.

Deep inside of me however, there is a character unlike the funny caricature of the pirate I have chosen to represent me in my blogger profile. This person feels more like “Santiago” the protagonist that features in Ernest Hemingway’s novel “The Old Man and the Sea” – perhaps there is a Merlin out there waiting for me that will measure my character… That is what I want to find out.

Unlike the lyric posts that I made in Spanish, this one is VIOLENT, it is about people killing people… it is a bout a senseless insanity that spreads like a plague … Do you have any thought as to how to end this madness? Please share them with me with one condition: DO NOT TAKE SIDES THAT KILL because all sides (that kill) are equally wrong.


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Jan 06 - '09

I brought Gabriela's comment here to the front to emphasize her answer with a picture...

Gabriela wrote: "All I know is: an eye for an eye... and we'll all become blind. Apparently and sadly, this is happening. And as I see it, it's all pointless. January 5, 2009 5:36 PM"

Adiós a la Soledad: visita a un chupe de mariscos

A la soledad la degusté dentro de un sancochado de chupe. Los protagonistas entre camarones, almejas, calamares y pulpos todos suspendidos en grueso cocido, entreverados y totalmente vulnerables: algunos calatos, otros descuartizados a pedazos, desmembrados sin brazos ni antenas!

Atrapados dentro de un calderón, que a pesar que en compañía eran igualmente indocumentados, e inútiles entre ellos.

Flotan victimas de fuerzas externas - empantanados por todos lados sin medios de expresión, moción a no ser tan solo sentirse un pedazo.

Trozos que solo son capaces de sentir el malestar del entorno que cambia a cada momento que pasa la cuchara de palo; que tal cual un remo, los empuja, jalan y arrastran en giros – cuajados sucumben mareados con vértigo en caldo espeso,... Unos se ubican aplastados achicharrándose al fondo ardiente, y otros con suerte a flote burbujeando en vapores - ilusionados ser afortunados.

Inequívocamente pasan de olla al plato hondo, que por medio de una cuchara y tras larga metamorfosis reversa acaban por perder cualquier característica propia – purgados a hedientos acueductos no les queda otra que diluirse al olvido.

Por eso, para no quedar ensopado asumamos nuestras responsabilidades sin echarle la culpa al cucharón, ni a la pura leche que no llego, ni por haber caído en trampa ajena y vendido en abarrotes de mercado.

Colorín colorado, este cuento se ha acabado

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Los invito a visitar en YouTube a Gastón Acurio lo mejor en gastronomía criolla

Chupentanga en alto mar - Recuerdos del Llaoca.

Preludio: fueron tiempos de excesos - cambie la cruz por la espada y me transforme en corsario, marinero cara dura; banal charlatanería y sin llegar a conclusión alguna paso algo por el estilo:

Léxico:
"chupentanga" - palabra que invente que significa embriagarse.
"Llaoca" - quiere decir Callao - puerto principal del Perú
"chalacas" son guapas hembras que habitan el puerto del Callao -
"abirrinchado" es olor fuerte a latrina - hedor a orin impregnado en el ambiente

Cuerpo:
Armado con dientes de tiburón y con brazos de pulpo
Atiborro de cebiches, ron con anticuchos.
Todas las noches el corsario pinta sueños
chalacas desplumadas escondidas en bodega.

Navega por mares lejanos a donde fuera.
Sus tesoros protegidos en las bóvedas.
Empuña el timón contra el empuje de corrientes peligrosas
El mástil de palo duro en péndulo resiste al jale de la quilla
Cada cresta amenaza arrancar la proa que él valiente incrusta
Rompe olas.

Confundido por los años ya va tuerto el bucanero
Tufo de ron, hedor de colchón abirrinchado duerme placentero
Día tras día orina fuera de borda e infla sus velas
Buscando viento en popa a donde fuera
Con resaca y eructado vinagrera
Ordena poner mas carbón
A todo vapor ronca la caldera.

Afanado en dividir lo que a pesar de agregado es indivisible
Fatigo las tuberías excretando pestilente lodo por sus bridas
Atorado, reventado floto nauseabundo de asco a la deriva
Dolorido, rajado y buscando salvavidas

Un amor vegetal

Preludio: Si tienes un secreto cuéntaselo a un árbol.
Escape nocturno evadiendo tempestad
Refugio de una taberna oscura
Elixires variados apaciguaron mi alboroto.

Cuerpo:
Curado... antes que el limbo reivindicase a la aurora,
Tropecé con el tronco de un esbelto cerezo.
La mire y sentí su angustia.
Cabeza incrustada en la tierra...
Extremidades abiertas de par en par
Dirigidas hacia un cielo despintado y gélido.

Antes que me viera la luna escondida en nubes,
Me acerque al encuentro invertido de su cintura.
Capullos atrapados en pasión rogando...
Desesperada aguardando el ardor que libera,
Los que a la primavera espera.

Recetado pero ayunado me apure en socorrerla...
Sus delicadas ramitas acariciaron mi cabellera...
Y envuelto en la fragancia de sus tallos,
Cargados botones de flor exaltados y fogosos...
Salió la luna que nos pillo!
Ruborizada y delicadamente
Volvió a esconderse para dejarnos solos...