chiloe

vacas en el campo
tranquilo, tranquilo.
comen y respiran, solamente viven
los arboles
verde, verde, verde
covers the earth like a blanket
painted with orange
painted with yellow
immense space
under a blue sky, without clouds
a small river laughs
dances past the trees
whispers secrets to me
secrets about the earth
secrets about history
secrets about chile

a vast blue body
rocking back and forth
a baby in the gentle arms
of the sea
rise and fall
the waves pull away from the boat
call me away, toward the horizon
drops fall from the cloudy sky
welcomed by the gray waves
a sea lion surfaces
in the water
a face appears to say hello,
smiles, then dives down again.

islands, mysterious
small and large together
wink at me across the glittering blue
the hojas verdes
wave at me from
the mass of trees
"come, come to my mysterious island,
and i'll tell you my secrets."
on shore, the houses
laugh at me
with their faces of different colors
so vibrant, so brilliant
so alive.
the windows blink,
glittering in the sun.

fields of gold,
intricate plants, chacaiy
are the priceless treasure of the island
this treasure is hidden,
and you must make a journey to find it
it is inland,
growing for all to see,
but you must open your eyes
to find this treasure
physically, yes, but more,
really, mentally and emotionally.
open your eyes to see what you can find.
los campesinos guard it,
with their broken wooden fences,
but if you look for the gate,
you can pass through
you can find it.

a vast expanse of sky and green
the hills roll away forever
running into the horizon full force
green energy reaching up toward the sky
reaching, reaching
the clouds touch down for a moment
one moment
to kiss, lightly, the
green leaves of the green
trees on the green hills.
then the clouds roll away with the hills
rolling away
into the horizon

17.9.03

puerto montt

busses pass by,
the snow-capped peak in the background,
my hair feels shocks of electricity,
my mind drifts to what lies in the days ahead.
I also think about what has passed behind me.
the wool warms my head,
fighting off the constant rain
the mountain calls my name,
I can hear it through the wool
I can hear it through the fog on the lake
I answer hungrily,
with my eyes as I squint
through the water spots on my glasses.
I answer with my chest,
I am coming.
The view through the camera lens
cannot hope to capture what I can see.

16.9.03

chocolate

me tomo del brazo,
y dijo
que mi boca
mi beso
es como chocolate
mis mejillas estaban
rosados
y me rei
pero el dijo que
cada vez come
chocolate,
recuerde.

2.9.03

la voz

la cadencia de la voz
una cancion
por cierto, chileno

las montanas
de las casas
miran al mar

los colores
sonrien
al puerto rico, azul

los pelicanos
levantan
con la corriente
de la marea

y caen
debajo del puente

es una cancion
que la conocen
los perros

duermen debajo
los arboles

7.30.03

woman

I am woman.
I am strength.
I can be nothing less.

I am woman from my core to my skin.
I can be nothing less.

My heart is a woman's heart,
My mind a woman's mind,
My body a woman's body.

When I speak, it is a woman's voice,
The speech of a woman.

When I think, it is a woman's thought,
It can be no other.

When I move, I make a woman's move.
From my core to my skin,
I am woman.

5.8.03

drug

you let lust
       govern your actions

an addict for
       the drug

get the hook-up
      wait on the corner

sacrifice it all
      sacrifice me

hurry up
      tighten the tourniquet

hurry up
      get dressed
      with the lights on

don't forget
      lock the door
      after she leaves

4.4.03

awake

the blush on my neck
fades
like the blush in my heart

the small red petals
creep up

then retreat
fall back

the smile fades
from my lips

along with the
yearning for closeness

my rose
hued thoughts for you

romanticism
a dreamworld

I am awake

4.3.03