Who cares

Who cares?

El misterio
de los sentidos
moving through tracks
moving through

tunnel
of the seven truths
live be feel love
cry smile
all together
prairie of bridges
and all.

bad company
left its graffiti
n' all
whole roof of a warehouse
n' pyramids of Egypt
n' thoughts
in n' seconds
who cares?
we live on
until whenever

two simplistic of a view?
so what?
That! That's what
not exactly, but...
who cares?

it's what we have
whatever it is
that we believe ourselves
to be
Roberto Isaza
February 27 2006

Conteplacion

Conteplacion
de un atardecer

viendo sol unico
desvaneciendo
desvanecer

ray by ray
our lives swirl
inside
burning the retina
the green after-image
just another picture
now orange
now red
of sinking sun
drinking NY harbor
lady Lib. on the look out!
Battery Park
on our tails

seagull trailing
in our wake
as a back-ground
Ellis Island

the eclipse
of a life
between me
and the light

sun lighting
liberty's torch
the wind in the hair
the cold its teeth
reflection
of light within it

the light making replicas
on the glass
of disphased human lives

it is all free flow
what comes to be
my life
and yours
so simple

here it is
we are
so what?


seagull light my day
sunlight spread my wings


night save my soul
forever
day bring me light
bring me light .

alone in the harbor
a seagull
background of sky
water, stone
of flying creatures
of light

rocking of the boat
the shadows moving
back and forth.


Roberto Isaza
February 27, 2006

El pasado es bonito

El pasado es bonito
(forrado de futuro)

Hugo Plazas
uuuufffffff,
tiempos immemorables
tiempos justos,
compartidos,
gozosos,
gozados.

"A naide
le gusta
que lo jodan",
y punto...
punto?

Sonrisas compartidas,
sorpresas del cada dia.
En memorias, paquetes del tiempo,
habitamos
hasta que puff*!
Ya no estamos
y los paquetes quedan
indelebles del tiempo.

Lo que existio
en ese tiempo
ni el mas macho
puede borrar.

El pasado es bonito
forrado de futuro.

(c) Roberto Isaza
Febrero 3, 2006