Little light

Little light that carry on

put me in a boat of good and makes me follow

let me sudden be deposit in a tray of clay 

to make my thoughts even in my heart and playfull in my soul

let me be

not used to 

not trouble 

just be there 

let me be amazed again by the agony of the night and the excitement of the sunset 

embrace me with the rays of my father light in a limitless count and take me to a path of days where I cannot talk or say

and be born again in the middle of a garden lost in the middle of a garden

in the middle of a garden 

Little light that carry on please allowed me to avoid incongruence and paint in me the stripe that follow after the sunshine 

then let me run after the perfume of a dragon fly 

let me fly and touch the clouds over the ones I once dreamed to be this one 

so I can remember the centuries to come

Let me stay in a verb where the condolences keep in the door step of my last house and my voice can not reach the hypocrisy of their sound and the anomaly of their notes 

I want to be in you 

I want to recall my name

the one you promise will stay till the tilt of life

where are you ?! 

Little light that carry on please don't detach from me this trust 

don't delay in me the way 

and bring me after here to another here where I am less 

and yet I can be more.

(to my beautiful Thomas)

by The Shortfellow

New York City

23/09/15 

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Little light

Little light that carry on

put me in a boat of good and makes me follow,

Let me sudden be deposit in a tray of clay 

to make my thoughts even,

in my heart and playful in my soul,

Let me be

not used to 

not trouble 

just be there, 

Let me be amazed again,

by the agony of the night and the excitement of the sunset,

 

Embrace me with the rays of my father light in a limitless count and take me to a path of days where I cannot talk or say

and be born again in the middle of a garden lost in the middle of a garden,

In the middle of a garden 

little light that carry on please allowed me to avoid incongruence

and paint in me the stripe that follows after the sunshine 

then let me run

after the perfume of a dragonfly 

let me fly and touch the clouds

Over the ones

I once dreamed to be this one, 

so I can remember the centuries to come,

Let me stay in a verb where the condolences keep in the doorstep of my last house

and my voice can not reach the hypocrisy of their sound

neither the anomaly of their notes,

 

I want to be in you 

I want to recall my name

the one you promised will stay till the tilt of life,

Where are you ?! 

Little light that carry on please don't detach from me this trust 

don't delay in me the way 

and bring me after here to another here where I am less 

and yet I can be more.

(still to my beautiful Thomas)

by The Shortfellow, New York State, 

21/11/21

Tristeza

Llueve

el miedo se huele en todas partes

las cosas y formas orgánicas

se aceleran y revientan sin sentido en contra de las vallas formadas cinco décadas atrás

la historia de la noche singular se escribe sobre las montañas que no se ven 

el viento noblemente advierte

incandescente se siente el mirara de los ancestros sobre los que no entienden y es que han dado tanto tiempo para ello

pero bien 

acá del otro lado de la penumbra 

ya también se ven las sombras de lo que no a pasado 

esta tan oscuro

que no hace falta recordar la luz 

a través de los coros adentrados en las calles

la melodía insaciable de lo brutal es inalterable

el cariño ajeno se mantiene ajeno y 

duele 

Nueva York se quema adolescente y siniestra bajo las palabras de Lorca 

y se vuelve al mismo tiempo

andrógina y vil

inmensurable en odio y aconteciere que hoy en la tristeza 

hay lenguas de necesidad y también de tropiezo que la marean y destrozan desquiciadas y amables

terriblemente humanas 

tan salvajes para este siglo 

que no hay error 

que no hay testigos 

que no hay dolor 

nada

mas que artículos sin glucosa 

y cobijas a la moda

no hay nada 

tanto que pareciera que jamas hubo

y eso es tan obvio que ya no molesta. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

Esta vez

Esta vez

noche 

se acaba el juego

o empieza

algo cercanamente a la distancia

se termina 

y corrige sin riesgo 

las cosas que vagamente se decian

hay un truco 

imperfectamente hecho

y estilisticamente creado para ser perfecto

alterado acaso por la inocencia

de quien lo crea 

de quien lo inserta

acalorado el sentimiento que lo forma

y pavorosamente nuclear quien

lo tira

y asi en volumen

atormentadamente la memoria.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

12/09/15

Life and devotion

I watched the other day how the clouds were gathering together against each other 

pressing continuously towards the ground  

beautifully frightening 

I was taken by the view and reminded me of a movie, the geometry of my thinking was level with my devotion for life

there was a point when I Was death 

I was told the dying face was way back when I was born 

then I proceed with my morning run 

this was one of the last summer days of 2015. An extraordinary summer.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

11/09/15

Exit signs and evening

Again here

in a place and time

congratulating speed 

resultant of a parade

in a field stretched from many corners 

I am here

and I repeat completion

the recording light is projected

a path is open to another path

the sequence is enlarge to a larger gear

and I am describing 

pursued all the entrances 

only to achieve the exit sign

there is traffic 

I wait

Some parts of the ground are cover with grass

other no longer grow it 

I am cautious and delusional

I am here

and things are still accompanying me 

everything is still

a powerful light is burning a few steps away

is getting dark 

breeze is deliciously perceived 

I am walking curiously...

by The Shortfellow

New York City

12/09/15

Part 1

I was in this stroll of life

where 

and the trip of journey 

was some how the

and I Was explained the

tip top trip of night and

some how the curious key of me

and the sadness trial of a

guy crossing the tiny line of

the train track and

so lucid the spectrum of 

and the nice size of it 

I don't want to be yours 

these ! 

I don't and I will try to 

this is the lighter side of it

you may be embrace right now

and I may be embrace with

no longer the summer hold to

and always this part of noun said

I am over it man

I am dialoguing to myself by

I am just trying to embrace also the

and finally here it comes the real puff

the real push of 

in a sounding dragon like 

thousand sentences of wisdom and 

I am here 

I am here 

I am here plus

the feeling of a "not at all"

trying no to use the

always the failing part of...

by The Shortfellow

New York City

25/08/15