Jose F Rosado

Remember when I flew?
Sill-wet-wings wide against the sky,
Riding my own thermals,
Born of the heat of passion
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Full of hubris, I once thought
I could determine the way.
Born to rule, to be the hero,
I set out to war one day.
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Chocolate on your lips
And a razor in your hand
You walk away on bare feet
Leaving bloody footprints
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I
I never
I never thought
I never thought that I would
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As a child
Lost in the woods
Of my own accord
I wandered
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The journey begins in earnest,
Away from the wayward light,
Into dark corners,
And dark secrets,
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Who are you there, on the other side?
At times I hear your faint scratching,
your movements across the thin wall.
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In the fleeting moment of a memory,
You live your life.
At the end all you have is the memory –
The exhale –
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She sits by the river
With her toes breaking the water
And she wonders at the current
And the paths where it may lead her
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Stand at the edge of a cliff
And watch the cloud approaching.
Anticipate its embrace
Loaded with moisture and dew.
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(recitado al estilo de Luis Carbonell)


Oyeme nina tu me tienes, loco con el veniva
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We look for love in another,
Seeking the one who loves,
… who’s within.
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Pido que algo perdure.
El aliento de mi amor, dirijido a los que ame.
Una palabra en la memoria de alguno que me escucho.
Una imagen vaga en la mente de uno de los que me vio viniendo
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There comes a time in your life
Where you grasp desperately
To time;
Dig your heels,
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Como se desliza el agua
Entre las orillas del rio
Rompiendoze contra las piedras
Sin queja, llanto, o gemido.
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Gently in the night
Come to me,
Weaving among dreams and memories,
Breaths through veils,
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Esta noche voy de fiesta
Como todo un Cordobés,
Con traje negro de pana
Y botas nuevas en los pies.
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Floto
En las aguas negras de la noche
Sobre sueños y memorias,
Ambiciones y temores,
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Feel what fuses and what forms
In the hours of the shadow.
Timeless shapes and shapeless thoughts
Up, from endless caverns rising.
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A brushstroke on the lake
Made by dying leaves
In autumn;
Sinking to its depths,
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