lunes, 27 de julio de 2009

Heart to stay



By: Angel Valles


My summertime dream:
your kisses flying in wonderland,
you´ll see what chivalry means
when love drops along these lines.

I love from you
your pretty smile
and that thing you do
every once in a while.

You lighten my senses
my sweet southern girl
and that little tenderness
brings my heart to stay.

sábado, 4 de julio de 2009

A true love of mine

By: Angel Valles

Our windy park still remains
all along your eating apple's evenings
hanging around and then disappearing
without a simple promise to ask about.

That evening breeze is back to me
and it got me missing the same old things
that pretty much time and time before
were only written by the moonlight.

Sometimes,
we used to play the game of fools.
Me, by being your caressing angel
and letting you be my full time dream.
In nights like tonight
when there is no need for words...
Just say a very tiny "hello"
and after a while, after a couple of smiles
just drop by my side, a sudden "good bye".

Sweetest rider. Girl of mine.
Can't you feel the wind tonight
blowing stars all around you?

You are like my oldest memory of rain.
I'm taking you in, to my heart, where love stands
tight to me... A true love of mine.

sábado, 13 de junio de 2009

Deep inside...

By: Angel Valles



I have come
from a land of completeness.
Missing every single face.
Wondering about snowflakes.
Upon the windows of my eyes.
Upon tiny grass from yesterday.

I have just arrived
to this loneliness of mine.
Searching last in Michigan
while running out of time.

Deep inside my trembling face
each lasting night.
Every freezing day
I am more or less the same.

Growing older,
still the same
and I know well...

sábado, 9 de mayo de 2009

Just in time



By: Angel Valles C.


Just in time
her quiescent gaze
jealously lodges
a sudden prize
upon a tiny
whining site
and do charade
to the world outside.

Autumn season
commands
sweet surrender
to her shaking hands
little girl,
sparkling light of mine.

So tenderly her lullaby
little sparrow,
little piece of surprise
back,
back to your nest again...

sábado, 25 de abril de 2009

A Charm invest a face


By: Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

XXVIII


A CHARM invests a face
Imperfectly beheld,—
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,—
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.

lunes, 13 de abril de 2009

Till life do us apart


By: Angel Valles C.


I know it´s here. It´s almost round,
that something in my life
still long to be found...

If I ever be so lucky to have someone to stand by
please come soon, come deeply and come slow
as in the evening of my life, easy comes the snow.

If that someone has a heart with no scars to show
let her just be. Let her come free
while the stormy clouds roll across the highest hill.

If that someone has a love to share with me
somewhere else but here...
Hope she is ready to neglect certain things.

(Because if you just happen to see me
with all these words trying to survive
please stay... Till life do us apart)

viernes, 20 de marzo de 2009

Little Karen dreams of trains...

By: Angel Valles C.


<

In a musty, pretty old home
somewhere in Tulsa, Oklahoma
little Karen is counting dreams
instead of jumping sheeps...

Rainy nights and sunny days
with nothing else to share
but true love and emptiness,
hanging windows on her face.

-Wanna bid a quarter or a dime?
And little Karen is counting stars…
-Yeap! I just wanna a kiss, girl of mine!
And little Karen dreams of trains…

Nobody believes when she says:

-Mom, Dad! Cross my heart I hear a train...
-Don’t mind! (that’s what they all say)
-She’s just a little pretty girl
acting kinda strange...

miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2009

Little Louie

By: Angel Valles C.



What’s up, little Louie?
-My pocket leads to thy Topps cards.
-Chicago state of mind jolly boy!
-Thou art a rising star on an open field
long to be number one...

Sort of skimpy. (I knew it for a while)
Thou and those south side ball fans
for the moments great, prime device.
Venezuelan blaze! Oh, pleasant tenant
by the split of silver...

Sweet the wind it seems
in a thousand throats, on a thousand hopes
and flying like any young man’s dream
there thou go
no protocol...

jueves, 12 de marzo de 2009

Part Four: Time and Eternity

BY: EMILY DICKINSON

XII

I LIKE a look of agony,
Because I know it ’s true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.

domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009

DUST OF SNOW

BY: ROBERT FROST

THE WAY A CROW
SHOOK DOWN ON ME
THE DUST OF SNOW
FROM A HEMLOCK TREE
HAS GIVEN MY HEART
A CHANGE OF MOOD
AND SAVE SOME PART
OF A DAY I HAD RUED.

jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009

Drifting away

By: Angel Valles C.


Drifting away
to my secret unfailing well,
I do confess
what about being alone
down tangent edge comes to be.

It feels strange, hard to renege
but what a thankful journey
from a broken twisted heart
to sail on oceanic sunlight flares.

A life long debris collector
has more eyes to reap upon

if I could only drift and keep...

miércoles, 25 de febrero de 2009

The State of Superior

By: Angel Valles C.


A little pray
shuffles in
and lattice air
for the month of April.
On its full behalf
a Cherokee still
hoarfrosted smile
as mount Ripley is revealed:
Upper Michigan again...


State of Superior,
gitche gumee,
chippewa on down
your soul at ease
is watered yet
by the deepest pain,
by the harshly gale...