Tú eres la tierra fértil en donde siembra mi imaginación, en momentos de ocio, la semilla de un éxtasis sin fin. Mis visiones de ti, remembranzas y esperanzas, se convierten ante mis ojos en un árbol donde no deja de trepar mi amor vagabundo.

501, Myrtle Beach, Carolina del Sur
7 de agosto 2012

Respuesta al comentario de ANGIE CP

No me molesta. Yo hago lo mismo. En cuanto a tus observaciones, no se trata de un lapso de tiempo. Se trata de un cambio de sentimientos, de la insistencia en forzarse a recordar un amor perdido al recuerdo de un amor... si alguna vez lo fue realmente.

Myrtle Beach, Carolina del Sur
12 Agosto 2011





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Terra

I will tread lightly and cherish the fertile soil beneath my bare feet. I will go down on one knee and reach down to tenderly caress the earth with the palm of my hand. I will lift it to my nose to inhale its essence. It is now part of me and will forever remain so. Only God can say if this holy ground is my promised land. Its scent lingers as I travel onward, gently calling like a timid bobwhite in spring. As the saliva starts to run inundating my tongue and teeth, I realize that I'm homesick and that it is calling me home.

11 August 2011
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

La reprimida

There's so much to say.


So many feelings to feel.


I wish I could open up your heart and walk around, as if it were a museum or an office building after closing time to explore the unnoticed, unopened mop closets and the dusty back rooms where there are more spider's webs than memories.


11 August 2011
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina








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Destiny, Freud and Zen

Even a blind nut finds a squirrel.

Burgess, South Carolina, USA
Freudian slip by Jeremy Poling?
12 June 2011




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The Road to Catasauqua

Leaving the unremarkable restaurant, I face the leaden Pennsylvania sky.

It fills me with a pretty sadness.

One that I don’t want to let go of.

A sadness that I want to hold close to my chest like a dying child.

That I want to kiss on the forehead.

That I want to bathe in my tears until they overflow and drip from my white fingers.

But all that was a dream.

I look down; the child is there no longer.

It’s been dead and buried for months.

I look at the steel drops that fall to my hands, like mother’s milk, from the sooty storm clouds.

I watch them as they wipe away the last traces of the crust of white salt.

On the road from Bethlehem to Catasauqua, Pennsylvania, USA
14 June 2011 (translated from the Spanish)







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Camino a Catasauqua

Al salir del restaurante mediocre, me enfrento al cielo de plomo de Pensilvania.

Me infunde una tristeza linda.

Una que no quiero soltar.

Una tristeza que quiero acurrucar en el pecho como una criatura moribunda.

Que quiero besar en la frente.

Que quiero bañar de lágrimas hasta rebosar, hasta que goteen de las puntas de mis blancos dedos.

Pero todo eso fue un sueño.

Miro hacia abajo; la criatura ya no está ahí.

Lleva meses de muerta y sepultada.

Miro las gotas de acero que caen en mis manos, cual leche materna, de los nubarrones de hollín.

Las contemplo mientras limpian el último vestigio de la costra de blanca sal.

De camino entre Bethlehem y Catasauqua, Pensilvania, EEUU

14 junio 2011

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Muse

It takes but a spark to kindle the woodland of a creative mind into a blaze, a great forest fire. But not one which destroys the trees. Each rises again to stand Phoenix-like until the next spark of inspiration.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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Her

Across the room she speaks to me with her eyes
Her scent kisses the deepest part of my soul
She is the air I breathe, and a little part of me dies
When the sun sets in her eyes
And the little dove flies
And I have nothing to hold

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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Ants

Think about it. Millions of ants can work together to achieve a single purpose, and it's all two humans can do to do the same. Why? It may have something to do with the ant's self-image, or lack thereof. Soldier ants of South America have been known to ford rivers! Some of the ants, though, must give the ultimate sacrifice, their lives, so the group may find food. It is this lack of selfishness and alertness to the collective that helps ants to survive in a world of creatures much greater in size than themselves. In humans - the dominant species of that world - we see stuggles not only between countries, but between countrymen, and no less, between persons of the same heritage, of the same locality, and, at times, inside the family circle. Imagine how much different man's technological achievements might be if he were more ant-like. I'm not suggesting that we all become drones with one brain, but let's strive to have understanding, so that, as Solomon said, it can cool our anger. If we do thus and exude love and, as the ants, put the congregation - local and worldwide - and our brothers before ourselves on our priority list, we will have a little taste of what the coming new world will be like, and we will reap inner peace until that time.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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I whisper softly through the night of love, life, tears and fears. Whether they're what is noble and right, their morality is untold by years. For I sing an ancient song in a strong, young voice. Whether it beckons free or balks wrong, the fire goes from head to hand without a choice, exuding light and flame with both zeal and shame. Everyday I reach and touch our collective humanity and return to find I've lost my taste for sanity. My eyes grow stubborn and my pen grows rough. I've said a little piece; that ought to be enough.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998





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Eye of the Needle

Skeletons like walk-in closets.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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Obsession

If you were wine, I'd be drunk all the time. If you were the sea, I'd surely drown.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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Life

To look is one thing.
To see what you look at is another.
To understand what you see is a third.
To learn from what you understand is still something else.
To act on what you learn is all that matters.


Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998

Fire and Money

Like fire, money itself if neither good nor evil. It is neutral. Its character is determined by the eye of the perceiver, the hand of the user.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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Love

Only true love knows when to let someone go, when give them wings so they can fly, and watch them ride the wind until they find themselves. Only the deepest love loves a person how they need to be loved when it's not how they want to be loved.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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The Man and the Bird

One Summer day, as he was walking in a park, a homeless man found a beautiful bird. It looked exotic, like something from the deep jungle. To his surprise and delight, this beautiful creature climbed right up and perched on his shoulder. "You must've escaped from someone's house," he says. The bird liked the man, even though he didn't have a house... or much else for that matter. The man prized this lovely little treasure he'd found and never let her out of his sight... well, maybe just once on the beach one night. Each day they got to be closer and closer friends. The bird would fly here or there and the man would follow. The man would go here or there and the bird would follow. There could never have been a better pair, perfect partners from the start. Then, the icy cold winds of Winter began to blow, that strange season of frozen loneliness and cold darkness that we all have to go through to reach the warm breezes and renewed freshness and energy of Spring. The bird was too young and could not wait out the Winter. It was born for the sunny days and warm ray of the Summer. But she couldn't leave her friend all alone. So, she tried to hang tough. Until one day, she couldn't keep going anymore. She fell nearly faint in the man's arms. She always felt so safe there. As the man saw the pain and cold in her eyes, he knew what he had to do. He said to her, "You'll never survive here. You aren't ready for the harsh Winter. You'll surely die. You go south for the Winter. Now fly! And return next year when you're strong and wise." The little bird refused. She swore she would never leave him. She would've rather stayed with him and died. But the man loved the bird more than she loved herself, more than anyone could love anything. There was only one thing he could do. He pushed the bird away and forced her to do what would save her life. The bird did fly and it did live on. The homeless man cried all Winter long and prayed constantly for the warm Spring breeze to bring his little bird back to his arms.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
To Deanna Herrera
2000




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Where the Road Begins

If you are looking to your past to find happiness, you must find it and be happy.

If you are looking at the present to find happiness, you must find it and be happy.

If you are hoping in the future to find happiness, find it in the past and the present.

Happiness paves your walkway. But who notices the sidewalk until it's gone?

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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Denial

We smiled faintly like casual acquaintances to conceal our undying love.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998

The Immortals

The wind blows the clouds across the ever-changing sky.
The sun sets; seasons change; great men die.
Little do the blind souls know that some who walk at their side,
Will linger on forever, perfect and prospering, as in the Earth they do reside.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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