Depredador

Sobre la mesa  el queso espera  paciente por el ratón. Convenientemente, el dueño de casa le ha hecho un corte que le dejó un vacío de fauces abiertas. 

Necio

Soy el agua que se filtra en la roca.

La arena del reloj que grano a grano

marca la hora de la despedida.

La hora de decir: se acabó esta mascarada.

No seré la lengua macerada por los dientes

que cercenan las palabras,

y nos dejan un silencio de humo.

No seré. No seré.

El ladrillo

Por los años que lo quiso, bordó un pedazo de manta. Por las contadísimas veces que le hizo el amor sin hacerla sentir una ramera, se esmeró en las puntadas de colores. Cuando terminó el bordado cubrió con delicadez de artista el ladrillo con el que luego le partió la cabeza en dos al desgraciado.

La fiebre del mundial

Y tu a quien le echas porras?

Everything comes from an egg

Every animal starts life as an egg, but only birds have evolved to enclose their egg in a hard shell, to stock it with massive amounts of nutrients, and to guard, incubate, and cradle it in a nest.Many interesting stories lie below the stunning surfaces of eggs and nests. Each egg becomes a package of often enormous size relative to the mother, and laying it is the equivalent of a birthing event. There is a tradeoff between producing more than a dozen eggs per "clutch" (the number of eggs laid or incubated at a single time), as in most rails, quails, and ducks, and laying just one egg, as in the extreme case of the kiwi. As with vertebrate neonates, there is another tradeoff between the developmental stage of the young hatched from the egg and its size, though some birds with large clutches have young that can run some after hatching. The egg requires continual parental care until a second birthing when it hatches. Birds whose young are unable to walk, run or fly shortly after hatching must prepare an often elaborate nest before the eggs are laid. Although many animals build nests, nowhere in the animal kingdom have both egg construction and nest building evolved to produce such lavish, beautiful, and diverse creations as among bird species.

Excerpt by Bernd Heinrich Harvard University Press

Sahara

Sahara

Hay minutos que son el Sahara
en un reloj de arena,
y el mundo parece un velero que se hunde.
Entonces soy el bufón de risa rota
que entretiene al rey de la excusas.
Hay rosas creciendo en las paredes
son alimento de salamandras poseídas
de ímpetus fatales.
Y siento la soledad de las islas,
el desasosiego de pájaro
que muere sin conocer el sur.
Ya no quedan noches para fecundar,
ni rastros del color de tu mirada.
Grano a grano se consume,
la arena del Sahara.

Letras de la frontera

Desafiando a la tormenta. Tal vez porque estan tan locos como yo, tal vez porque no tenian otra mejor cosa que hacer, tal vez porque han hecho de la literatura la perfecta concubina. Ayer viernes 12 de septiembre recibimos en esta ciudad de San Antonio, TX a cinco amigos, cinco magnificos escritores.

EE Cummings

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Love Letter

August 15, 1846

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports... When you are old, I want you to recall those hours; I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

G. Flaubert

Llamando a misa

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