las manos de mi padre

father's hands
caked with dirt,
maps with tiny roads of blood
from splinters and metal edges,
burned in the sun,
frozen in the warehouse,
scented with:

tomates,
calabazas (squash),
pepinos (cucumbers),
sandías (watermelons),
mangos,
jalapeños,
aguacates (avocados),
berenjenas (eggplant),
melones,
cerezas (cherries),
limones,
uvas (grapes),
 

and other produce you and I have eaten without knowing by whose hand we have been fed

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Gracias!

Ricardo

woman/mujer

desert flower

root

earth

are you

woman

aguave water

cloud, bird of hope

my guiding star

along the dark road
through the mad city

may they never take away

your light, your fervor, your splendor

you are all heavenly bodies

the universe itself

and i

a mere moon

but with an iron heart

ready for battle

my queen

you are salvation

and i your Lazarus

still deaf, mute, blind, senseless

only you can make me believe

in the beyond

springtime to all winters

life to death

are you

woman

 

flor del desierto

raíz

tierra

eres tú

mujer

agua del aguave

nube, ave esperanza

mi estrella guía

por la carretera obscura
a través la cuidad lunática

que nunca te quiten tu luz, tu ardor, tu fulgor

eres todos los cuerpos celestiales

el universo mismo

y yo

un simple satelite

pero con el corazón de hierro

dispuesto a toda batalla

mi reina

eres salvación

y yo tu Lázaro

aún sordo, mudo, ciego, inconsiente

solo tu me haces creer

en el mas allá

primavera a todo invierno

vida a la muerte

eres tú

mujer

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