Stringing words into made-up songs was just something I did as a child, to keep myself entertained. I thought I was escaping the ordinary “every day”. Actually, it was my way to access and express my truth.

I enjoyed the sweet short verses that I memorized and recited on mother’s and father’s day, a chance to put a private little show. I was drawn to a pencil and a piece of paper. A way to connect with something mysterious and fascinating; the voice of the muse, the excitement of sudden inspiration.

My own poems were initially inspired by the idea of “being” a poet. By the way they were able to connect to something greater than themselves. Like a song you hear on the radio, you wonder how could it be describing what you are feeling and experiencing, as if it came from pages ripped out of your own diary.

Poets find the courage to reach deep down, open their hearts, be vulnerable for all. From a hopeless romantic, to a rationalist with a touch of optimism, these poets and their words have seen me through.

Sonatina

“El jardín puebla el triunfo de los pavos reales.
Parlanchina, la dueña dice cosas banales,
y vestido de rojo piruetea el bufón.
La princesa no ríe, la princesa no siente;
la princesa persigue por el cielo de Oriente
la libélula vaga de una vaga ilusión.”

Ruben Dario

A sonatina is a small sonata, a composition for an instrumental soloist. It is the lonesome song of the princess waiting to be rescued, waiting for the ideal of love. This modernist poem is tailored made for someone prone to bouts of melancholy, daydreams as a coping mechanism, and who is passive in nature.

Volveran Las Oscuras Golondrinas

Pero aquéllas que el vuelo refrenaban
tu hermosura y mi dicha a contemplar,
aquéllas que aprendieron nuestros nombres…
ésas …. ¡no volverán !

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

The swallow, sometimes a symbol of hope and the successful return from a long journey. It may also represent, freedom, love and affection. But Becquer’s swallows are dark, which might mean, love was not return, love cannot be force, a heart is free to love and still go away. This poem is perfect for those who are inclined toward nostalgia. Longing to go back to the past, hold on to any piece of it that remains and trying to prolong the ultimate goodbye.

El Poema De La Despedida

Este cariño triste, y apasionado, y loco,
me lo sembré en el alma para quererte a ti.
No sé si te amé mucho… no sé si te amé poco;
pero sí sé que nunca volveré a amar así.

Jose Angel Buesa

When I first read this poem, I knew that I would have to give it to someone eventually, and I did. I had to say goodbye, when I thought not everything was lost. But once another’s heart has turned, the best thing you can do is to let go. This poem  is for those who see things in black and white, half empty or half full. Those who have a knack to drone in a glass of water. It might bring solace to someone going through a breakup. It will give you company in your time to grief.

Caminante no hay Camino

Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.

Antonio Machado

This short poem contain the universal wisdom of the present moment, the here and now. The road you travel is made by every step you take. The moment you are living. The past becomes nothing more than a lingering memory. The things you believe in, the choices you make are what create your path. Choose wisely.

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