DISGUISE:

People say
You are losing disguises
but I´ve never seen them.
Have you cried enough
to make the crowds
believe in your ghosts?

You are actually

sucking from a mirror
all those images
the sultry pages
of chains and horror
so we pretend to buy
You´re The Messiah
The One supposed to be.

You do say
“I have no faith in those crowds”
You use them
To lift yourself to the clouds,
You´d rather face the facts
Can´t you see
You don´t know
What it takes to be free?

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You are a disguise in disguise
Can´t break free, can´t realize:
What a death in life.

Written on February the 15th, 1988, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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THE VERY SHIT OF IT ALL:

The Monster inside the person

the dark side you never show
the impulse that explodes
when Anger takes on.
The piece of Trash that turns to Ash
your deepest thoughts, your brain itself
and sinks them down the well
to override them, empty minded.

The Expressionless face

Expressing so much
SHIT
Expressing desires of
FURY
Ever since you were a
KID
The side of yours
Destroying all the
GOOD
Making you fall:
THAT´S

“THE VERY SHIT OF IT ALL.”

Written on October the 13th, 1988, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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THE TOTAL WAVE

Could I find myself safe

If the world is an edge
That cuts your immunity,
Purs you right on the verge
Of the total insecurity?

YES,

As a part of
The “TOTAL WAVE”
Which we are
All part of.

Written on July the 18th, 1989 in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009 in Panama City, Panama

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THE PARTY MUST GO ON:

Tables with drinks,

Smoke,
Bolivian powder elsewhere,
People dancing,
Multiform heads moving,
Weariness taking on you,
Lights giving everybody
Artificial shapes,
Like semi-real characters
Taken out from a fiction book.
But the party,
It´s got to go on
And you,
You got to let yourself
Go with the flood,
No matter how much
you glut yourself
Out of it:
THE PARTY MUST GO ON.

Originally written in prose, in September 15th, 1989, in Santiago de Veraguas. Arranged

for verse on April 23rd, 2003 in Panama City.

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PSEUDO – KING:

ACT I.

A king with a crown

So easy to be found.

The delirious one who

Pretends to be served
The desperate obe who
Longs to be observed.

An individual much too obsessed

Falling, wrapped into hysteria
A SUBJECT:
Pretensions over materia.
NO OBJECT:
Collective Non-criteria.

A Pseudo-King,
Neo-Complex: Posessed.
All around him
Completely stressed.

ACT II.

A Genuine King
Comes to scene
Who really knows
What He means.

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 A death air blows
Around the crown´d king
All his obsessions, destroyed;
His pretensions, annoyed.

Propriety, sobriety
Won over insanity,
Genuine shown what´s false
- It´s not about a crown. -

Written on November 11, 1989, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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SUNSET
(THE SKIN CUT):

Like a deep skin cut,

It opens, stretches
All of your body sketches
In a pain of sin, but
It shows you are really alive,
Your living flood
Runs in a tide of blood
As you fuse with a steely knife.

I feel a deep cut in my skin

Everytime I see this fireball
Surrender to the dark
In a fall
Such a fall of lust
Waking up sin

Its golden glamour

Turns into a red of war
And suddenly
Its aggressive roar
Turns into
A saddened dark-grey colour.

And my tissues are cut

One by one
And my flood
it pumps out

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 but
My life is shown
In a mix of sin and light.

Written on March the 3rd, and the 20th, 1990, in Panama City, Panama
Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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DEHUMANIZED
(COMFORT):

Wrapped
inside walls,
Trapped
under malls.
Comfort drowns
your human nature,
you become a creature
The offspring of pawns,
serving
your own device,
deserving
a tide of vice.
A cloud of cold
hides the Truth,
under the foot
of the untold:
FACE THE SUN,
HAVE SOME FUN,
as a creature
proud
of his HUMAN NATURE.

Written on April 28th, 1990, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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THE TOKEN
(UNION):

A love in itself
So deeply found
When you find yourself
With your feet
On the ground
And still with that heat
In your heart
Widely unwound,
Love without borders
Sex without orders,
When love means life
There is not a lie
When sex means union
Of passion and respect,
The Big Flame,
The Huge Neon Token
Will never be broken
By the dirt-materia effect
The so rue prostitution
The so cruel desilution
The arrival of the tragic
The breaking of the magic
That everyone deserves
But
If it´s willing to preserve
It
So

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Keep the fire burning
In the early morning
Of the Cosmic Union.

Written on September 10, 1990, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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BREAK-OUT
(THROUGH):

Acknowledgements to Walt Whitman and Jim Morrison

The all-time fire

The never ending flame
The never ceasing desire
To overcome doing the same
Makes the man “manner”
Inside his humanity
Rising within the banner
Of amazing prosperity
Procreating change
Renewing the orders
Becoming the strange
Into breaking of borders.

Written on October the 2nd, 1990, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

DIE – DREAM:

Dreaming
We live,
On a dream
We die.

Written on October the 3rd, 1990, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

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STILL (4 U):

I try to reach for somewhere

between heaven and hell,
Polarized souls,
Devils and Angels,
Selling a way, a life, a goal,
We are in
Some kind of sold-out
wishing well,
Souls, next of kin,
Frozen yells
A horror
To be in.

Politic world, antagonic ideas

flying in everyone´s brains
panic, so near
Carnage and blood:
The Freedom stain.
Mankind on the verge of
“ne sais quoi”,
Idealist souls suffer
An Abelian death
An unheard cry.

Lust haunts us
Love misses life
The seeds of greed
We cannot see

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They sow doubt
Blind without faith,
Anxious of tragedy
War cannot wait.

Striving
Halfway between
Lust and affection
We die
Victims of SHOW BIZ

What kind of reflection

Is this?

On this way to go
Somewhere
I have found
I must stop
And remain still

The day is in agony

And the night
Shall be long.

Written on December the 15th, 1990, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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JUST CRAZE:

People lonely, people waiting

People living down in rating
A secret side never shown
Could somehow explain why
They ever remain alone
Just another try
Until their dream be satisfied
- their craziness justified -

Written on December 23, 1990, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009 in Panama City, Panama

This text is linked to “An illustration”

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(ARMONIA)
THE REAR TIDE:

All I ever wanted

In this mutant life
Is just a few things
That I´d just describe
As the very simple ones,
Those, like wings,
Take me higher,
Above the fleshy fear
To be alive
- and dead –
Would you mind
Finding out
Those very simple things
I have always looked for?
Would you mind
Tryin´ hard
Just simply singin´
The song I always longed for?
HEARING
FEARING
This grinding fear
That shuts me up
Everytime I look for somewhere
Attempting to stir this desire
To look for you Armonia
Femme Without a face
Without a name

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Will my silence be eternal?
In this violent life
Scene drowned by the tide
Of war, hunger, knowledgelessness,
A cannibal reality
Where we long for love
While our Genesis is
In agony
This tremblong nature
I call: ARMONIA.
And still children die
In our “N” worlds
So
Would you mind at all
Trying to please me
With those very simple things?
All I ever need
That Golden Wing
Beyond our forces, remorses,
Would you mind loving me
In this chaotic life?
Because WE ARE TIDE
In the rear wind.

Written on January 20th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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ART OF DEATH:

Rising, decreasing
Winds moving clouds
Excited, they´re bleeding
In the soothing crowd
The flood starts to mix,
The blood grabs the fix,
And a bright red,
Holy and living colour
Makes vivid honour:
ART AND LIGHT ARE SET.

Red clouds, black and blue sky,

Dead crowd back to the night.
Death is set
Like Life
Blindness and Light.
Blue, white
And life in dead persons.

Written on January the 25th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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THE FLIGHT
(RELEASE):

Flying
Everywhere
Spying
Somewhere
In your
Very inner
Corners
Guilt pours
From your deeper
Borders.
Corrosion
Of affection
Affecting
My memories
Explosion
Of infections
Reflecting
My cowardice,
Compulsively
Obsessed,
Running vicious
Circles
Round and round
Explosively
Posessed
By a mysterious
Whistle

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Can´t get unwound:
The whistlung of my very own
Desperate by alienation
Squeezes my brain to recover
It before I´m very gone
Just like feeding a SoulMind
In starvation
Fly, try before it´s over.

Written on April, 7, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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AN ILLUSTRATION:

We use to misconceive and judge persons too much. Sometimes we don´t know
where everything comes from. Those people we call mad, gone, etc., are seen as “pariahs”
of reasoning. But they´re Reason at its best. Have you ever thought that these people could
have had a much closer encounter with RAW REALITY than we ever could imagine? And
it´s turned out to be SO depressing, hopeless, so strong for our fragility – their fragility –
that they´ve preferred, KNOWING IT THE WAY IT IS, to ignore it and build a world of
their own , their very own microcosmos, expanded or shortened to their very restless
fantasies and desires – even achieving that so desirable –
FREEDOM
Nah?
THINK ABOUT IT ---

Written on May, 26, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 26, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

This text is linked to “Just craze”

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GLASSES:

Eyes behind the glass

Of transmuted purity
I see no security
On this heartless by-pass.

Written on May the 30th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on July 17, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

AQUAE:

This water I´m watching

Watching its fall
This water is nothing
Nothing but all.

Written on June 21st, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on April 27, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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THE WIND PENDULUM

Just like the still breeze,

condensed and dense,
intense and tense,
all the spirits freeze,
all the bodies melt down in heat,
the old stories
have found no beat
to tell reality
from mere fantasy.

And shaking the eternal disease

for this aching, no final ease,
just unchainingless glances of fancy free:
Lust meaningful dances pleasing me
(pleasing thee).

When the hurricane stops still

the bodies wake up,
the souls go ill,
the final make up for the kill.

Written on June 27, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

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MY VERSE
(Word of Hand)

My fingers trap
the essence
of the mustard seed,
Got inside my hand the map
to make my deeds,
(And) the words almighty
presence,
so small and so tall.
As I write I can change
my world, your world,
for better, for worse,
make it all strange.
Got in my fingers
the eyes of the universe:
IT´S MY VERSE.

Written on July 14th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

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SWEPT AWAY:

Acknowledgements to R.E.M.

Money found me laughing

Money found me weeping
That´s nothing but
The wrath in
The evil world of sweeping.

Written on July the 30th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

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A LOVE STORY:

Acknowledgements to Jim Morrison and Ian McCulloch

Lie that breaks and teases

Love split into pieces
But she always misses
The sugarlike kisses

Shared under unconscious nights

Of stars, ecstasy and light

Poetry, life, they got it right

Until they were drowned by fire:
Fights of Ego and triviliaty
Hiding under masks their reality:

Their magnetism carried within

Fatality
Of two fates made to be mixed in
Vitality.

Written on September the 4th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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ELECTION DAY:

Skies in motion,
Clouds come and go, push and give,
My eyes, they have no notion
About the battle between nature
and its thieves.

In a motionless, yet unstill state

I wait for the drops to fall, to break
the glasses,
The shock of forces released, a faith,
A certain belief, The Mob, the awakening
of the Masses.

Passed by with no perception

Of the spectacle of the flesh
and matter,
There´s a Chosen One, “The Election”
It is straight to the Emerging One
to break the sketch and the pattern,
In the Mass, HE is all they want.

Written on October the 5th, 1991, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

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HOUSES OF THE HOLY:

Acknowledgements to Arthur Rimbaud and Led Zeppelin

A song to be sung
An endless tree
A key, a writ,
A House where to live.
A House of the Holy
A House of the Poets
Where concrete dreams
Are more than our hunger

And this desperation of man

To find eternal life.

Written originally in French on October 5th, and 7th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on the month of June, 2005, in Panama City, Panama

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PHOENIX:

Special dedication to Nicole M. Pottier

Lights turn to ashes

nothing tangible remains
but the sign and the memory
something glorious and magnificent
altering my banality,
the mysterious and magical
confidenciality within
the secret of the released Souls,
What will it be?

Written originally in French on October 5th, and 7th, 1991, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on the month of June, 2005, in Panama City, Panama

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PRISON:

The queen inside her cage

Is stroke upon her endless rage
Of putrid suburbs evaporating
And sullen resistance survival

Crystal devours that amazing

World of aristocratic ostracism
She gets rid of each and every
criticism
Unbelievably shameless her wings
Wrap nothing but

Her never expressed desires

Never-satisfied appetites

And in her soul it´s like a cut

In her wound there burns
A deep fire
In an astonishing painful rite

She might seem perfect, clean and cute

A nice queen for everyone

The masses they´re only used

Weary, greyish people
Hungry ones Living under no roof
In the common misery town

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But they´re the genuine expression
Of what the princess lacks
At its best
At her worst
True feelings
And the balls to change the world

Let´s go, make a revolution.

Written on June 26, October 23 and 25, 1991, in Panama City, Panama
Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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FALSE APPEARANCE:

Drunk
Drowned
Like a microscopic fly
Inside a megascopic glass
Of whisky
The whole fluid
Sinks into my anatomy
And some eyes are watchin´ me

Clearly
Nearly

I got a nightmare everytime

I imagine about the ways
To make you know
I am not the quiet lamb
You used to play with

I seldom feel a hero

Suddenly got fear of
The things you will tell me
When you see the real face
I got for you

Take me out And I will spill

All this fluid right into your face
And my sting I will dig

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Right on the verge
Of the edge
Of your heart
Inside our hopelessness.

Written on December 23, 1991, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on the years 2003, 2005 and 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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TREASURE:

Inside a dark dark box

The darkest box I´ve ever seen,
You hide that sweet tasting spice:
The Spice of Life.

All you do is showing your conformity

in a world of material ferocity.

Turn the box to pieces!

Spread the sweet disease
of the Aquarius Era,
Thousands of Souls breakin´ the unease
of conventionalism
and non-sense
existence.

Written on January 7, 1992, in Panama City, Panama

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EVOLVE TO SOLVE:

It was in a quiet place

not like the town where you used to live
but in that stillness, still strange
there beats the heart of the greatest convulsion,
a logical contradiction
but nobody can see
a shit
Suddenly the forces keepers of the order,
the dead religious manifestations,
the lords of each and everything,
the opium of the masses,
they wake up much too violently
´cause the order they kept isn´t it anymore
and the blood as well as the rain
and the fire in this land
are the only ones that will
wash the stains of this reasonless
order, kept under no concept.

So, everybody die now!

To resurrect and to be born again.

Written on April 8, 1992, in Panama City, Panama.

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MATRICIDE:

In the soil
Something boils
Hot, dying oil
Centre of Earth
Heart of the Mother
We´re killing mercilessly

By degrees
By decree

Fear fulfilling endelessly

A part of another
Tender herd
Of sacrifice-going sons

The Suicide Generation

WE
DON´T
WANT
TO
LIVE
FOR EVER.

Written on May the 3rd, 1992, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

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W.B.T.L.
(REFLECTION):

Dedicated in special to “El Lago del Ingenio” (*) in the Sugar Cane County, Santiago de
Veraguas, Panama

Lake
Of the crossing snakes
Of Hermes and Mercury.
The stars are reflected
Like pieces of jewelry
On the blue crystal water.
The sacred weeds of
Yellow and purple and
Red flowers
Wild ones Real ones
Fall like towers
In the shore´s sand.
And your spirit watches
Your simple flesh
Feeling at home
For the first time
In years.
The moon lets the
White and green
Clouds pass by
And an orange halo
Sends its fertilizing rays
On the sleeping land.
Your inner forces

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 Wake up!
And
The Voice of God
Reflected on the lake
Of the crossing snakes
Becomes
YOU.

Written on November 16, 1992, in Panama City, Panama

(*) A lake used by the Sugar Refining Company, called “Ingenio La Victoria”, which later
became a touristic spot

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IN A MANNER OF PRAYING:

Acknowledgement to Saúl Hernández (Caifanes)

Slow
Savage

As You

And your movements

Of Goddess

Love, Life and Death

To be born again

It´s the stream of

Mountain air
Into the cave containing
Each and every thing

It´s YOU

The monument of
Your sweet mystery

You are the Mountain

I am the pilgrim
Eager to breathe your breeze

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 To die and to be
Born again

Written on December 19, 1992, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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BLACK SPOT IN THE SUN:

For you, Muse born in 1969, of Arab name and French surname

You are like a black spot in the sun

Where the sun is the whole thing
I want from life

Its splendour, the light of lights

That sometimes
Pretends to blind me
To look inside you

You are the little spot

The undescribable mystery
I can´t figure out

I try to get into you and

All of a sudden I get lost

But this spot ties me

Attracts me

And until I´m completely blind

For the outside
And able to look inside
YOU

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Then
I´ll find the key to open your soul
Forever

Written on February 23, 1993, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on the year 2003 and on July 18, 2009, Panama City, Panama

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AWAKING UP
(The Transition):

Mastering the forces of nature

On each and every creature
I stand at the dusk
Of my prior stormy lives

Awaiting at the dawn

Of the spring I almost see
There´s a door opening for me
And my old skin is leaving me
With no cover
Like a snake which skin
Starts to grow all over.

Then my Being is turned

Upside down,
Like a deep wound
I can´t get unwound
Before I reach the door.

I open my heart
So the sun can burn
All the thorns
Causing my sorrow

This is when I feel

I have released
The last trace of darkness:

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Morning coming
And
I feel at Home
At last

Written on March 21st, 1993, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on the years 2005, 2007 and 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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CAVE DIVING:

Acknowledgements to the Aussie divers, Rasa and Apas, Lords of Water

Mid-day diving
In crystal clear waters
Deep into the Reign
Of Neptune and Lunara

Submarine forests All around us

A thousand meters below the surface
And everything is so still, clear and pure

That our eyes and senses

Are blinded by the light

Annoyed by the stillness

Where the sun and the sky
Pass through the Cosmic Water

Exploring like children

Among the wonders
Of each and every Reign

Now we´re out of the waters

Back on the ground
Wishing the sea to turn still

Thus turning our conflictive waves

Back to the original days

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Of peace and purity

Written on November 6, 1993, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on the years 2003, 2005 and 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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WOMAN MOTHER GODDESS
(Vimatcos):

Ever since
The world is the world
And beautiness
Is expressed
I am positive and certain
That you express yourself
In this Fest of Creation

As a Goddess

Out of so much
Beautiness
We see you
Yet you seem
So unreal to us!

Even when we fall

Down on our knees
Before everything
That is unreal.

Eyes for the gutter

Heart for the glitter

This is why
You are declared
Invisible and unexpressed

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Yet for me, humbly humbled
You are visible
And fully expressed

Originally written in Spanish on July the 1st and the 6th, 1994, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on February the 2nd, 1999, in Panama City, Panama
Reviewed in the years 2007 and 2009 in Panama City, Panama

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DELIBERATION:

Acknowledgements to Stephane Mallarmé

Deliberation
On the Rocky Beach
High on untamable blue waves
The sea wind brings me

The shiny stardust

My eyes
Beaming under a black-grey
Cloudy sky,
Unable to see the stars

These eyes
Open themselves
To the experience of existence

Even though
I´m unable
To see the stars
The blowing sea wind
Makes me

Breath them
touch them
feel them

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This stardust
Within its shine
Has got all of the wisdom
I ever needed for myself
TONIGHT
Right here, right now

Written on October 22, 1994, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on the years 2003, 2007 and 2009

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THAÎS

Acknowledgements to Jules Massenet

Let me
completely
stir myself out,
until a big
and empty hole
allows me to BE.

Written on May, 1995, in Panama City, Panama

APERTUS:

As I mould
My life-sketch
My views start
To stretch
And the pressure
Within
Is sinking into
The Absolute
lack of resistance.

Written on September the 1st, 1995, in Panama City, Panama

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SPEAK OR SPELL:

For you, The Favorite Muse for 15 years (1987-2002) Muse born in 1975. It was heavenly
while you were there.

There were times

When I woke up
With my mind made up
And a burning flame
In my heart,
Eager to reach you
With all these things
Which I never spoke of
To you,
My all-time love.

And if it´s about speaking

Or about spelling,
My heart day by day
In your eyes
Has been dwelling
For my soul has always
Been seeking
For the sign of at-one-ment.

How could I tell you

Everything
By saying nothing?

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You are the mirror
Of my fears,
The shining star that
Lights my way
But I helplessly go astray
Because of my terror
To have you near.

And if by following
My heart
I open myself to your
Charms
What kind of harm
Would be there?
It will be just the start
Of the blooming of my
True Being.

For it has been

Only now
That I left myself
Be consumed by this flame
That bears your name,
My fears have fled
They can´t be seen
This blind man can
See clearly now,

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I had to let you know
My all-time Love.

Written on November 20, 23 and 28, 1996, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on the years 1998, 1999, and 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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MENTAL CANVAS:

An idle custody
Of an idle mind
Comes to find an empty universe

And no verse can fill

A blind vision of life

If the mind is not set

With a right yet mighty
Full colour viewer
He who lives on complaints
Shall never paint
Life

Turning
This empty black canvas
Into a White Table

The able man-of-arts´

Work of Fable:
A Fabulous World.

Written on December the 30th, 1996, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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BACKYARD:

Bullshit in my backyard
Cowhide in my brain
Reflex down and backwards
Am I going insane?

At the threshold of my bakyard

I see the Will-o´-the-wisp
I hold back three yards
Until I´m caught in bliss.

And I set all of my deadmen

Over the pile of firewood
They burn: a dolmen of good omen
I´m born again to see the truth.

Once they fade away all of my deadmen

I don´r have anything anymore
I am the empty soil the basement
Of the New House the new door

TO ETERNITY

Written on October 13, 1997, in Panama City, Panama

Reviewed on the years 2005 and 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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CONVERGING POINT:

Special dedication to Carlos A. Bonilla P. (1971-1997), a True Brother of the Ages

According to each one´s point of view

One is the self-evident point
It is the point of conversion
Where there converge all-together
All those who diverge
In their evolution.

From each one´s individual view

Each one has its particular vision
Such a mission, it´s extended
In its projection
In full ignition
From the very point where it´s exploded.

The souls are the light

The world receiving them, the Prism
The bodies, multicolour reflections
Of the soul arriving to the world.
It is not a profound mystery
It is the magic of life
From which you unveil its cloak
As soon as you explore it.

Originally written in Spanish on October 21, 1997, in Panama City, Panama

Translated into English on November the 1st, 1998, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

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KOSMOSURF:
I was standing
on a curved
Moonlight ray,
high, far and away,
on an absurd
understanding
of forces
beyond definition,
a Life´s munch
a Lime punch
o´ fire in ignition
oh, Poor Faith…
- Clouds in motion,
furs rather blue
wrap me ´til
I´m set still
and dive into
a deep Pan-Ocean
where I swim
down and down
´Til I see a Golden
Shrine
and I swing
round and round
´Til I see the Sun
Shine.

Written on November 24, and 25, 1997, in Panama City, Panama.

Special dedication to Patrick Calinescu (Petre Calin)

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LIGHT AND DEEP:

My life extends itself before me

So simple, so clear
As much as a mountain creek
Running straight and sheer
Nothing stops it,
The thirsty life waters here

Now I throw myself

Before that life
And I have to deprive
Myself from everything
To float accordingly
So life doesn´t throw me
Back into the shore

Complication is the mud

That´s washed away
In the flow down

The Land opens lovely

At the passing of my
Firm yet subtle flowing
I descend from the heights
But I am not hurried
By the wonderful promise
To be one with the ocean
Faintly visible before me

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At this point
At the expense of the sun
I go up to the sky
Once again
So in some other
Place and time
From another mountain
I can come down

Alomg with the wind

My river stream
Increased completely
Each time more
Force and Love in Control.

Originally written in Spanish on January the 3rd, 1998 and May 15, 1998, in Santiago de
Veraguas and Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on October 8, 1998, in Panama City, Panama

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THE ACCEPTABLE DAY:

I´m born everyday

I pass away every night
I use to forget about yesterday
I don´t worry about tomorrow.

My life´s the eternal today

Moving like a flying
And flaming chariot as it is
Elevated upon human rage.

If each today is a rise-up

And I close it in hi-fi
It works for me to die and to be born
I don´t need nor yesterday neither tomorrow.

Originally written in Spanish on February 19, 1998, in Panama City, Panama

Translated into English on October the 8th, 1998, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

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FOR A SILENT POETESS:
Inspired by and dedicated to My Genie (Jeannie)

Silence is golden
silence is sacred
for if it`s broken
the doors are open
for violence and hatred.

Poetry is art
deep from your heart
the expression of life
taking you up to the skies.

My love and my Life

have been surrendered
to your Silent Poetry;
In your Altar I`m rendered
like a pilgrim in the country
where his longing is satisfied.

Your silence speaks so loud

I am walking on the clouds
You are a most beautiful poem
shaped on Eyes of Fire
charging all of my wires
In your arms I feel at home.

Written on November the 1st, 1998, halfway between Aguadulce and Santiago de Veraguas,
Panama

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A LANDSCAPE:

A cloud tail
Embracing the Colossus
A 10,000 feet mountain,
Mountain air caresses
Our faces
The sun traces
Light rays of light

Black ground
Life fluorishing
All around
These people so rich
These people so humble
So simply they live
A Divine blessing
At this pointed hill (*).

Written on January the 5th, 1999, in David, Chiriquí, Panama

(*) Cerro Punta, a town in the mountains of Chiriquí, Panamá.

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IN THE GARDEN OF BARÚ:

Inspired by my hikes in the slopes of “Volcán Barú” (Barú Volcano”) in the province of
Chiriquí, Panama

Wild flowers, weed flowers

Seeds at my feet
Invisible geniuses
Of the Earth,
Sorcerers of Colour,
Transform those seeds
In Violet, Mustard,
Fucsia, Christian-brown
- Assisian Woods –
Chinese green, Swedish yellow,
Smells of Eden
Sacred Wild Gardens.

Aristocratic Sun
Democratic Breeze
Absolutist Clouds
A Crystal balance
That astonishes me
Completely
Speechless and conceptless
Absolutely
Open to be filled
With this Divine Balm.

Written on January 7, 1999, in David, Chiriquí, Panama

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HOLY PAGAN

Pagan window,
divine courtain.

What`s the difference

when you see the essence
of all the landscape
such a weaving web?

You uncover the external

in order to see the eternal,
the wall is tumbled down,
the window is breaking down;
You keep the courtain
for yourself
like a divine fence
for the expansion
of a design
for a Reign
ruled by the Ideal of Perfection...

Written originally in Spanish on January 7, 1999, in David, Chiriquí, Panama

Translated into English on January, 17, 1999, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama
Edited on June 5th, 2005, in Panama City, Panama

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WEB, WIND & GRASS:

A spider´s web
Dancing over Bach´s Wachet Auf

A still sunset
Closing on Beethoven´s 6th

A pastoral, peaceful
Wind
Keeping traces of
Graceful herons

The ground opens herself

To the seeds of grass
Like a book
To the neverending
Wonder of life

And it goes on
And on and on…

Written on January the 12th, in David, Chiriquí, Panama

Reviewed on June 2005, March and July 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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SIGNS:

Suspensive periods
In my heartbeat…

Comma
holding my breath,

CAPS on my brain

No sign around
My emotions
Just a white line
To pour my soul´s
Rain of roses and thorns

I say GO!

Written on January 17, 1999, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

Reviewed on the years 2005, 2007 and 2009, in Panama City, Panama

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COFFEE & BEAN HILL:

Inspired in the highlands of Chiriquí, Panama

A song is sung
Between minibushes of bean
Two year old´s tunes
Like a dance of elves
Beating around the bushes

Down the hill

The sun shines bright
Mighty water streams
Come down the hill
To lovely embrace
The rafty river

Up the hill
Centennial oaks, maples,
Eucalyptus, pines,
Rich gross woods
Covering generously
With a motherly shade

A beautiful ring
Of little red dots
Between green leaves
Coffee bushes,
Dewful, delicate,
Begging for a poem

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To delight us in the morning.

Mahler and Debbussy

Are little elves
Covered with yellow flowers
On their heads
Singing a Coral Arabesque
Which gives birth
To a Paradise
Presently at our sight.

Written on January 17, 1999, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

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ATTACK:

Attack
Is the lack of the spark
Of the love from above
And the light from inside

Written on January the 30th, 1999, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama

SHIFT:

Shift is a gift
That lifts you
When you´re
Set adrift.

Written on February 10, 1999, in Panama City, Panama

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