summer

take a nap on a breezy afternoon
light incense with open windows to let the humid morning air in
walk at night with a bottle of wine unsure of the destination
roll windows down in the car and sing along
feel the dry skin on your thighs for the first time in months
dip into cool pool waters in your friend's parents house, while she prepares a snack
visit your grandparent's garden and sneak out by the pool with your cousins
watch the sun set at 8 PM
eat manchego on a rooftop
walk miles upon miles with your back sweating from the effort
a cold pint

you know
that

serotonin

there is nothing is this world so great
as the alchemy of the best day of your life
and what immediately follows.
what a disgrace it can't last forever–
it's only wise not to chase only this pleasure,
but savor it,
remember it.
one time maybe write about it,
with no words, no sounds.
only the flutter in the stomach or the way your feet bounced to the rhythm.

what keeps us alive
is caged in a deep set of neurons
that can remember back centuries of delight.

new york ii (blue is the color of my dreams)

there has always been this search for quietude
deep inside of me
a stillness, much opposed to the traffic of every day comings and wrongdoings;
so when i look into the empty eyes of a dancing figure
i know there was a man that put a soul in there
and i am just the observer of another
piece
of solitude.

and so i saw today. my dream was a dream another man had dreamed of, in 1925;
and i wonder, where will the color of my dreams lead me to,
when i get there i might find out it's too late.

an incessant light, a beacon,
a ray of hope, a glimpse;
art that trascends four thousand years
has kept us together for what will only last longer than any of us.
any craving soul will manage to scour the surface
of what it means to be remembered;
leave a mark that will reach someone else,
in their dreams, across a crowded hall;
oblivious.

new york i

souls will be mapped out
on paved roads
for the whole world to stare
under the shades of young foreign trees

they will carve out a vision in stone
and set it up in the alley for the passersby
who in return, will not perceive
what's been captured in it

there will be silence, foreseen
but not right now, maybe
the whirring of excavators and air conditioning
is enough to keep the mind going

i don't mind not being anyone
better so i am happy to be no one,
at least for now,
at least for july.