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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 1

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A Log of poetry and life in the last 12 years of the 20th Century. Poems written by author Edilberto Gonzalez-Trejos (Panama, 1971) between 1988 and 1999. A poetic log of the last days of the 20th Century. "I got 21st Century breathing down my neck" MORRISSEY

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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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