birds of prey

image property of Miguel Lasa

all of them birds
of prey, guilty of hunger
needing to feed their babies
who will become hunters;

precise and elegant
in their attacks, eyeing
their preys from height
they hit and soar silently;

they keep their prized
possesion in their beaks
and on their way to the nest
they should be thinking

how to teach their always
greedy babies to live
with as much as they need
for the day, no more, no less

to keep the balance
with the food source
the spring of life
they stain from time to time

to be forgiven -the hunters
they must be mindfull
of those who suffer
through life's sacrifices

Christmas wishes

This night I do not care
for many things that are out there
I am not hungry, I am not cold
I wish the same to others young and old;
I do not care for fancy clothes, nor for
the newest gadgets, jewles or fur;
luxury is something I can live without
as long as I am healthy, I feel strong
I wish you all good health, and a good mood.
I care for music during Christmas night,
I care for harmony and peace within my family,
I care for peace around the world
for all the wars to stop and make way for reason;
I want to keep what it is mine,
I want to give what is to leave
I want a wing and a strong arm
I want a pair the same as me,
that I can hold with my arm
so we can fly with our two wings,
and dance in front of stars, despite the winds
like snowflakes in the air of night
the Christmas night when we shall share
the joy for this one special baby
who was born to spread His Light
onto believers, and onto us

paint

if I could paint with words
I would put a little silver
the leaves this season
so they could shine
and draw the eye
from the glittering
windows of the shops;
I would add a little shade
of pink and purple
to cheer up those who slept
on the wintery path
where trees loose their leaves
and the landscape turns gray.
I would hang cones in my christmas tree
that I should plant outside;
I would not mind the deer
and the rabbits
eating my vegetable garden;
and I would paint in the morning
fresh flowers in the garden beds;
by midday
I would make sure
the sun has been drawn
up on top of the painting;
I would tint my fingers with orange
and purple and blue to smear on the sky
for an unforgettable sunset;
anmd everyevening I would draw
a blue-black curtain
over the day
and start dreaming
about the colors
I should use to paint
tomorrow.

sometimes - or the color of night

sometimes a stranger
comes out of the night
to pick your burned wings
from the ground and
pushes you to fly again;
you come out of the night
into the light
never to forget
his name or his face
until next time
when you're burnt
and fall down.
eternal Icarus
you are destined to fly;
you are destined to find out
the reasons why;
but till you find out
know if you fall
- not all you dreamt of is lost
the darkest night
is hiding somewhere
a the color of hope