La Paz XXVI

3.11.11

Board a bus and wave.

Myself and my suitcase are

fuller than ever!

-(traveling again :) )

The wind and her friends:

the flower and the cactus

In the end-just one.

-(afternoon storm on the steep slopes of La Paz, viewed from conglomerated rock.)

The sky watches us

and we watch this celestial

in mutual fear.

-(from a mountain climber)

La Paz XXIV-XXV

3.9.11

She wails-our ears close

I open my eyes and see

a shadow of tears.

3.10.11

La despedida:

La luna nos besa y

flores nos abrazan

La Paz XXIII

3.8.11

Morning birds sing as

the clock bell chimes. Without doubt

dawn is upon us.

Flowers dead speak of

resurrection. A large stone

reveals truth.

La Paz XVIII-XXII

3.7.11

A waltz in the sky

Come down from your star singing

and cloud strumming dreams.

3.6.11

I`m unlike a stone-

I fear. And door`s unanswered

and lights left turn off.

3.5.11

Tender blooms ravished

from a kind and humble earth

left alone and week.

3.4.11

Wail! the Saxophone

and the slender guitar, Sing!

but the trumpet cries.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST BROTHER IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!

La Paz XVII

3.3.11

The bridge between your

street and mine is full of haste

music and chocolate.

La Paz XVI

Illusions of smoke

in a very real breeze meet

my mind in between.

La Paz XIV-XV

2.28.11

Buildings turn to stone

through a day dreamer´s window

and roads into streams

3.1.11

From flowers and trees

to black ink and lined paper

And later a flame.