there is life and death in
music´s then...
god,put something on
and created man
she or he
shouted ole!?
and we noted and
recall prob.
when we create
like birds
indefinable
but loved..

i woke this dusty morn
with dreams forlorn
someone tossed a key
backhand to me but
fell where no-one knew..

we searched high and low
and though there were some
it was not the one
and to what did it cut
anger a hole in a heart or

you..in laughter..or dome´s
ancient tear..
to unlock and free your
love..
or your dying glance
to me..

for a while i thought of
nothing
-it allows the self to
sing-

from that voice is
bidden
a  well of
understanding..


refreshing and
new
a void of me
and you!

with no past
and no future
only now
can begin..

i)

what do they call that
when an army encircles-
some mad chuckle
from down the street..

-an antiquated expression-
a fifth column
(franco,attacked in four
columns-

the fifth was inside)
siege..!could go on
for years
and we ask why..?

ii

there is your heart
and there your pride
to consider
and there is mine

there are machines of
war
a horse and cart
and what we
were..

i can see you still
and what you
are
here-

a tin hat upon a
stick
some clear sky
and fear..

the blackbird in the agave
watching me
it´s beady eyes
say free-!

here a secret!?
all i got to
do is to find
some key

to unlock me-
he sticks his proud
tail high
two wings

fold like love
inside
and his happy sigh
goes high..!