‘a threestep transformation’
March 22nd, 2006
By Archived Story
i once went to a family restaurant
because i missed, and felt alone.
i went to catch the feeling of a kid
in-between the tables a carousel (alive).
i sat and drank and watched it spin,
never with the courage for a ride
antes de morir yo quiero
echar mis versos del alma,
con los pobres de la tierra
quiero mi suerte echar
morire de cara al sol
one time came down the mountain, i saw,
an ancient moon
with the voice of god and mother earth
spilling from her womb
and it whispered–
(carry on)
