POEM Life Awakening

Life awakening.

Unwinding clouds lifting.

Fading voices early rising.

Little birds nesting,

Fluttering and singing.

My cats stretching.

In the valley bellow, dogs are barking.

The smoke goes up uncoiling.

The smell of wet earth

At dawn still staying.

Sunlight the shadows hiding.

The spring resurgence winning

To the sleepy winter.

In my soul

Hope again rising.

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I remember the days of bread

I remember the days of baking bread. Mom busy kneading Loaves for a month. Delicious muffins smelling of anise! I remember that mom sat me up on the bunks full of wheat. Drawn crossed squares Where we played at three in a row. I remember the rain outside Pitter-pattered on the slate roof top. My hot and dry feet inside my clogs, Wet when splashing puddles. What I mostly remember It's the smell of freshly baked brown bread, The softness of Mom's worn apron, and Her sweat running down from her forehead. Spanish version: Recuerdo los días del pan

Adagio

No space, No time, From the light screen Your eyes staring at mine. Your unspoken words my being reach, Promising musical notes My whole soul bewitched. From beyond the Oceans The pleasant Adagio sounds Sweet, blue, amorous… Nothing more ephimerous Could enfold me so tight, During day and night. Madrid, 1, March, 2008

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