October 25, 2014

they call her the ghost of the harbor.  she is the great beauty.

the flamingo  has come here to rest.  she is the great beauty.

the ghost's light passes over my face.  the light is the great beauty.

flamingoes and a saint have come to visit me.  the sky is the great beauty.

this is the great beauty.  

October 23, 2014

promise me that we will stay together till the end.

October 22, 2014

when i was a young boy, i ran through the woods.  almost every day.

approaching houses, the white sheets were taken with the wind.

i ran through the night.  i talked to the moon.

i imagined one mother praying for me at home.

i imagined another one waiting for me in the grass.

October 20, 2014

it was another time.  when i was was thirty, working my hands in the fields,  two girls saw
a vision of the virgin mary.

i never saw her.  maybe she was behind me.  i thought at the time that if i didn't see her,
she was never there.  not for me.  but i remember that i believed in the girls.

October 19, 2014

October 18, 2014

hold the picture by the edges.  there is too much to see.

hold the ground.  it is your ground.  even if you have fallen.

hold the head of your comrade.  they need to know you care.

hold your gloved hand.  you have protected it from the cold.

hold the wall.  you are reaching up.  you are optimistic.

hold your love.  hold their head.  hair.  just the weight is enough.

hold the donkey's head.   feel it breathe.  think. 

October 15, 2014

i could hardly see out the window.  it was foggy.  the car had stopped.

there were a few warblers on the ground.

a red fox that jumped in the middle of his run.

i stayed there all night.

it was in the middle of a forest.  it was hard to see a point to it.