Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

 

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 STUMBLED INTO MY DREAM

I recognized her face

when she stumbled

into my dream.  Just

another day, flowers

in her curly hair.

“Don’t stare.  It’s not

polite,” she said.

I tried to stroke her hair

with my sleepy hand.

“Don’t stare at me,”

she said again.

The blue spring sky

turned black.  The

flower in her hair wilted.

We were both in tears.

“You must not stare,”

she said.  “I really must

go in a little while.”

I waved goodbye to her.

My heart was in my throat.

LOVE SONG

The best thing I learned in school

was not the birds, the bees, or the trees.

I could care less of rain, the sun, or snow.

The best thing I learned was your name.

I read thousands of pages.

I took all kinds of tests and quizzes.

But the only thing that made my blood

rush was when I heard your name.

Images of landscapes did

not move me.  Tales of warriors

and kings did not mean much to me.

What mattered most was saying your name.

BRIEF DAYDREAM

His head is spinning

over memories and

chances now lost to him.

He feels miserable

and thinks how his life

lacks joy and eloquence.

He daydreams here

and he is young once

again.  The brief daydream

makes him smile.  It saves

him from madness and

the cruelty of time.

He remembers love

lost.  The chance that is

gone now.   He closes his

eyes.  He allows himself

to fall asleep to

give his dizzy head rest.

DON’T TAKE AWAY YOUR LOVE

I could take a day off

eating, take my plate away. 

But don’t take away your love.

I’ll bring you a rose

or any flower of your choosing.

I’ll place it in water.

Nothing brings me more joy

than the joy you bring me.

I was born to love you.

I would struggle without you.

My eyes would go blind.

Having you gone,

would make the earth end.

Your laughter fills up my heart.

It makes me long for you.

It opens up my heart.

It makes my life worth living.

In the darkest hour

your presence is all I need.

If you were gone,

my reasons for living

would be none.  In the street

I would laugh like a madman

with my hands in the air

like a lost soul.

I would walk to the sea

fresh out of laughter.

Into the foamy waters

I would go.  The sea would

take me in, without laughter,

without a flower,

without a rose.

It would be my graveyard.

Late at night

the moon would shine down

at my twisted fate.