Hay gente que se renta
Para llorar en Funerales;
Hay gente que se renta
Para satisfacer deseos Carnales.

Hay gente que vive y
vive mal en los Arrabales;
Hay gente que vive gozando en sus
Mansiones Estivales.

En esta vida el que entiende
Que no vive mas el que
compra o vende
Ni mejor el que en sus mansiones
La miseria del Arrabal escape.

Vive despierto a lo tuyo y tuyos
Ama mas y no envidies por lo que no trabajes
En la balanza de la Vida
Los Arrabales a veces huelen mejor
Que las mansiones Estivales.

J Eduardo Ramos ©

On this eternally present appendix
of our modern life
Called our lifeline,
What is a landline?
Our fingers glide
Our eyes slowly die
We stare, we do not dare
Look away; wait, I gotta take this!
We buy
Sometimes sell
We search:
***
Love
Stuff
Knowledge?
Perhaps.

J Eduardo Ramos ©

Go ahead.
You may find yourself or not.
Now, go look at the mirror;
Yes, there's only one of You:
You
Are
Unique.

J Eduardo Ramos©

Frente a el Monolito Esculpido de Coatlicue:

¡Terrible Madre de los Dioses! :

Ese dia domingo en un año cualquiera de el siglo diez y siete, cuando Humboldt conmovio
a los frailes Domínicos a remover
la tierra que cubria tu rúbea y sierpa tez:
La ferocidad que tus hijos, Huitxilopoxtli y Quetxalcóatl, conocieron de ti,
pasmo al santo abate y al pensador alemán.
Cuantos siglos dormida sin beber
Tu merecido y necesitado bermellón
Liquido, aun tibio, del corazón palpitante; ofrenda a ti, ¡Oh, Madre Terrible de los Antiguos dioses Aztecas!

J Eduardo Ramos ©

Thieves?
Although Thieves may yet reach heaven,
They might do so, but not
without a season in hell.


Lovers?
If together, lovers have attained the heaven they want,
But heaven a hell will be if
Torn apart by jealousy and broken vows.

Fools?
Fools may think they got a special
Ticket  to heaven;
But their blinding chosen ignorance is their special ticket to hell.

Thieves, Lovers and Fools
Walking in their separate paths,
They may think they know a way
To their chosen destination;
Heaven is just a step ahead
Where they may find sweet consolation.

Hell is not too far behind,
But never look back,
Never look back,
Just don't look back.

O, loneliness, my old foe, my relentless companion,
Inseparable nemesis of mine.
We meet again, as if we never parted;
The distant space, the arc of separation, between my
Lovely Celina and I,
Brings you back to walk those steps
I take without Her, to walk them with me.

J Eduardo Ramos ©

A journey of a thousand kisses,
A journey of a thousand sighs,
Begins, when two lovers, in blessed shadows,
Blighted darkness;
Meet in the desert of their loneliness,
To escape and travel
Thru The Night.

J Eduardo Ramos ©