The spectators tremble As long pink breezes Rise onto the dark stage To caress Sobbing lost souls Hidden by the white smoke of incense. On the silver tower The bell is silent. Up high Orion’s belt Unites with The Milky way.
Read MoreCOOPERATION OR ISOLATION
Human relationships within companies, like those within the couple, are essentially of four types: cooperation, retaliation, domination and isolation. Usually relationships start with cooperation until reciprocal needs are met. Then various demands emerge and retaliation begins. Following this, one person or group seeks to assume control over the other and domination begins. At this point the dominator uses the other to satisfy its needs. When the dominated person or group...
Read MoreIN THE EMPTY SKY
As night spreads along the river I saw myself reflected in your eyes And I withdrew scared By your petrified soul The trumpets of justice already sound out In the empty sky Only you and I remain Three nightingales sing Among the rose thorns. Don’t ever look back.
Read MoreSOUL THEIVES
Beware of the people that never criticize you, that continuously compliment you, that never question themselves, that don’t communicate, that don’t express their feelings, all the while justifying themselves because of education, family or other excuses. Above all, stay away from people that continuously try to please you. Rather than helping you overcome the fragile part of yourself, they seek to satisfy it, provoke it. They fill you with illusions, dreams, fantasy. They...
Read MoreRETURN OF THE INCA
As the shadows fall across the sand I turn and look at the red line on the horizon I find his red lips revealed Long rows of mother of pearl teeth While long multi-colored silk tails Hide resplendent green eyes In a windless atmosphere. On his head A black snake wraps itself Looking for the hieroglyphic. The return of the Inca.
Read MoreTWELVE CRYSTAL SKULLS
The willows sleep above the pond at this hour eyes full of pain arrive too late after having traversed rivrs of tears and heard the wind howl. Red streets Green olive groves Twelve crystal skulls Emerge resplendent From the sea of fog.
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