Mis ojos apagan entre renglones de descanso
Punto, coma, punto seguido
parentesis
Te extraño
Cierro parentesis
Quiero besarte
Aun recuerdo como entre instantes fuimos eternos
Nuestros besos achicados eran puntos
suspensivos,
de un corazon a guiones
Fuimos dialogo entre un escenario embestido
Te recite poesia a miradas y coqueta miraste
Mia, me miraste
Tuya, te mire
Nos miramos
Recuerdo tacto correteado a miedos queriendo,
arrancar
Despojame de estas penas
Burguesas y yo tan pobre te ofrezco sonrisas de oro
tal vez
amarillentos por cafe
Adormecidos ojos moca
Estan dormidos
que nadie se atreva a despertarlos
Otoño ausente, verano infante
Comienzo escribiendote
No hay un punto interprete
Rebelion profana,
vuelveme cancion
Para cantarle cada que de ella y yo
Adormecido corazon
Yo por ti,
estoy
Adormecido
hark
is that
a thought...
yes..
once more
it
is
there,
slowly
it
calls to me..
to
reflect,
to
consider..
perhaps
to inspire...
...maybe
inspired by clip of Ravel Pavane Infante
If I were an angel, I'd grant
the Asian infant freedom
and a halcyon wind,
infuse the Native American
papoose with ancestral pride,
give the African baby nuru,
the light of understanding,
a potent shield in a harsh world,
and bring the Hispanic infante
respect and peace of heart.
If I were an angel, I'd kiss
[with my eyes] the Jewish babe
whose soul from heaven knows
all things* and efface memory,
visit the Caucasian at birth
with the gift of grace
and a sense of moral reason
which comes only from God,
and to all the rest—newly born—
the wisdom of Solomon
and literary promise,
that the brotherhood of man
might match
the balance of nature.
*This belief requires the babe’s
memory be erased at birth.
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