Dicen

Dicen que una foto
vale mil palabras.
Pero ni mil fotos
pueden reemplazar
a dos pequeñas palabras:
” t e    q u i e r o.”
Pero tú eres pintor
y yo soy la poeta.
Ambos artistas
pero la forma de expresar
es tan distinta
que nos hacen falta
tanto letras como colores.
Y al final, no tenemos
ni un dibujo
ni un poema.
Solo un caos de lenguaje
sangrado encima de un lienzo
que, según mi punto de vista,
mejor habría quedado en blanco.
Pues, ¿qué es lo que vale
una palabra, entonces?
Bueno.
Como todo el arte
la belleza se define por
el observador.

[21-October-2007]

You Are Here

You are here.

At this bus stop
on this street
in this city
within the borders of a state
that belongs to a great nation
on a particular land mass
floating above the waters of this planet.
A planet that hangs precariously
in the still space of a galaxy
moving recklessly through a giant universe
beyond which you could not even begin to imagine.

But as your mind wanders
and zooms in
then pans out
and tries to picture life
at every possible angle,
do not lose sight of the simplest of truthes:
YOU
ARE
HERE.

Fotolog

You get to see my life
one picture at a time.
Where have I been?
What have I done?
How did I capture the moment?

But what’s in between
the picture and the person?
How many moments
passed by without a flash?
I try my best
to chronicle my life through this lens.
But at some point
you have to put down the camera
and live.

So what do you know of me, really?
You see the moments when
I was willing to stop living for an instant
and let you in.
But the rest is mine.
Only mine.

Only I know where I’ve been.