1/3/14 1/3/14

Hesitation has it all

Hesitation has it allNot to drive and make that callHesitation has it allNot to text to cause a messHesitate not to do wrong

1/3/14 1/3/14

I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see her

I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see herI followed her, I knock her doorBut I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see herI sent her a rose, but there areThose opposedAnd I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see her

1/3/14 1/3/14

Silly roses and red noses

Silly love songs for a solitary manSilly flowers for a solitary friendSilly roses and red nosesAnd tears as rain unrestrained

1/2/14 1/2/14

As a song flows along

Not even flowersEmpower our loveNot even songsNow can take us along

1/2/14 1/2/14

We began to sync

IreneFrom New OrleansHer tambourineMy gypsy ring

1/1/14 1/1/14

Un son de palpitares

Si se fue el año tan veloz y tan precozSolo queda en mi tu voz y solo vosUn sol las nubes y como tu subesA mi mente desde el mismo corazón

12/31/13 12/31/13

What then?

I remember when she was my friendShe just wants meTo break the rules I can’t

12/30/13 12/30/13

An August summer day

Already in the castleTwo boys and a girl hair of goldIt’s an august summer dayAnd the baby is born

12/26/13 12/26/13

Justo encima de Ricardo

En Hollywood Puerto Rico PalpitaEl jibarito habita en Souveniles de Puerto ricoPan sobao, bacalaoY mi libro a un costadoMi poema en un cuadroJusto encima de RicardoY boricuas desfilandoY todo lo van comprando

12/26/13 12/26/13

I don’t know why

Some people don’t careTo care and to be fairThey think, in lifeThey’re done paying any fareTo God, thank notTheir cash they trashIn bars, cigars and DUI’sI don’t know why

12/26/13 12/26/13

I never minimize

I can write something not brightI can write something wiseI never minimizeThe rats or the mice

12/26/13 12/26/13

“Responsable” es la enseñanza

Mañana puede ser tardeY eso ardeGran cobardeLas rosas tienen espinasSerán muy dolorosas minasLa vida no es compradaLa muerte es una patada

12/25/13 12/25/13

Siete árboles

Siete árboles plantadosEn un rincónAunque solos, muy solosRefugio sonA aves de paso, a un peatón¿Por qué no haberlos plantado?En otro patrónDel dueño son