Guest Poet: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer


Cuando entre la sombra oscura,
perdida una voz murmura
turbando su triste calma,
si en el fondo de mi alma
la oigo dulce resonar,
dime: ¿es que el viento en sus giros
se queja, o que tus suspiros
me hablan de amor al pasar?

Cuando el sol en mi ventana
rojo brilla a la mañana,
y mi amor tu sombra evoca,
si en mi boca de otra boca
sentir creo la impresión,
dime: ¿es que ciego deliro,
o que un beso en un suspiro
me envía tu corazón?

Y en el luminoso día
y en la alta noche sombría,
si en todo cuanto rodea
al alma que te desea,
te creo sentir y ver,
dime: ¿es que toco y respiro
soñando, o que en un suspiro
me das tu aliento a beber?



It’s vulnerable to write.

How can I begin to tell you?

Words flow slowly like mud at times.

You can turn your emotions on,

Or you can turn them off.

We can’t shut down some,

Without numbing them all.

Why the mental block?

It’s hard to let emotions out to the world,

And allow them to show.

We wonder how they will make others feel.

I really don’t no how to express sometimes,

They myriads of emotions inside.

Galaxies and galaxies of feelings  are there…

How can we share  them safely?

Do we dare?


Time is a concept that we can’t fully explain…

We have theories and ideas, but what’s actually true?

Some people say it’s circular…

Others say it’s linear…

Some people say that time is happening present, past and future, all at once…

Some people say the only time that matters is right now…

Others say it’s the past…

Others say it’s the future…

Still others think you can save time or waste time.

People also differ about how time works, and whether it is orderly or chaotic like this free verse poem…

Is time actually a thing?

Does time end when we die?

Why should we care what’s after this life? 

Do we have a little time or a lot of time?

How can we measure it?

So many questions ….

And how is it that one of us can be living in the future while another lives in he past, but  we were born on the same date?

Oh we can talk about time zones and time lines,

And sunrises and sunsets and the earth’s motion…

And many scientific theories and formulas besides…

So much pomp and circumstance about time in some cultures!

Some people think that time is short,

So why should we care?

Time is important….

But most importantly,

The  way we handle and use the time is key.

Time is precious,

For you and for me.

The time I have with you, I will use…

Coming Back…

I’m coming back to the time ,
That your gaze first met mine.
I long for the way,
That your eyes held me that day.
My heart is sad that we are oceans apart,
But I know you will soon return… dear heart.
We long to be with one another,
Oh how each one longs to hold the other…
To feel your hand on my hand,
It would be enough… you understand.
To see your face on video calls..
WhatsApp won’t suffice at all.
Your presence is lovely there… It’s true,
But more than that… I long for you.
Oh my most handsome Lover…
I want to be with you forever!
When… oh when can I see you again?
My dear love, and closest friend?
We must be patient and not doubt…
“Soon we will be together!”…I shout.
No matter if it is soon or late,
You have my heart…I long for that date!

Inspired Poems of Love

Here are some poems I wrote that were inspired by Song of Songs. Enjoy!

First Poem:
¡Que me bese con los besos de su boca!.. Ay amado
You are delicious…more than wine.
Sus amores son exquisitos…Amado mío…
Your name is the finest perfume Divine…
¡Pastor mío… Amado mío… hermoso!

You are beautiful, my love… My rose.
Y contigo quiero estar… te anhelo…
Our Love is wild… sometimes ebbs and flows…
Tus ojos son palomas… ¡Cuánto te amo!

A su sombra me recuesto ansiosa, y su fruto es dulce …
I am your comfort and sustenence.
Reanimadme…estoy enferma de amor… feliz
Do not awaken or unveil love until he pleases.


My lover is a strong hind..he comes,
He leaps on the mountains.
Me llama…”¡Levántate, ven, amada mía, hermosa mía, vente!”
I invite you to come to me…quickly…
My hidden dove, let me see your face…so lovely!
Su dulce voz me quitan las palabras….
Mi amado es para mí, y yo para él…
Before the day breaks and the shadows flee…
Come to me my love, come back to me.

Nocturne 1

On my bed, I looked for my Love,
But I could not feel him there….
I got up to look and search for my Own…
Everywhere I searched.
Where could he have gone?
I was desperate.
I asked the guards,
But they could not help me.
After I left them…
Finally, I found Him…
This one my heart loves.
I could not let him go…
I would not let him go.
I took him to my mother’s house,
And I loved him.
Do not waken or unveil love,
Until he pleases.


Mi boda es hoy…
¿Qué sentimientos tengo?
¡Que alegria surge en mi ser!
¿Qué es eso que sube del desierto?
Es mi Amado y su corte y guerreros ….
Me desmayo de amor…
Pero sobre todo…
No puedo partir mis ojos de mi Amor…
Cuan guapo es mi Amado… cuan deseable.
¡Pronto… pronto serémos unidos !

Canto quinto: La Union Esponsal


Union… now I am finally yours!
Now my beautiful one, I am captivated by you entirely.
In your eyes I see beauty…
Oh your feet, your waist… your everything…
Nothing is unpleasant to me.
Every part of you is complete.
So look at me… look at all of me….
Pointless it is to find satisfaction in any other!
Open..I invite you to allow me inside…
Now our love is… Paraiso
So patient I am for you to relax…
And I will never force you…
Look into my eyes, and remember….

Nocturne 2

No puedo dormir…
Oh! Escucho la voz de mi amado!
Clama dicienco… ¡Ábreme…amada mia… mi preciosa!
Te deseo… te anhelo….
Uff….No deseo vestirme ora vez…
Rápidamente cambio de tono cuando… introduce su mano por el postigo…
No puedo controlarlo.. Mis entrañas se estremecen.
En anticipación levanto para recibirle… pero ya no está.
Tan ansiosamente salgo a la ciudad buscando…

Wau…. ¡El dolor! Los guardias me violaron.
Oh… ¡Pero sigo… sigo enferma de amor !

My Lover

My lover is pure and tanned…
He is dark haired and distinguished…
His cheeks are sweet to the taste …
Oh but his eyes… His eyes
Are like he ocean, and as gentle as doves.
His lips are delicious… and his hands….
His hands and arms are strength.
He is altogether excellent to behold…
Oh and … well hung…
He is tall and his bearing is straight.
His legs are hard and powerful…
His feet are firm.
Oh but le me return to his mouth again…
His mouth has a thousand delights…
I belong to my Love, and he belongs to me.

The Lover’s Song

You are most beautiful, my love.
How can I describe you?
Take your eyes away from me?
They confound me…they make me undone!
None compare to you!
Your whole being is delighful!
How could anyone resis you?
Your love is intoxicating.
And you desire me…
I desire you!
You are enchanting…
I have conquered you,
But you have allowed me into your castle.
How honored I am to love you!
Come to me again…
Your love is like the finest wine!’s better!
I can’t even form words ….
Just come …
Let us walk together….
Let us be together…
I don’t care how or why or when!
I just want to be with you…

Tender and Uncontainable Love

¡Que va derecho hacia mi amado!
Yo soy de mi amado, y él siente pasión por mí.
Amado… vamos a hacer trekking…
Vamos al campo….
El jardin está listo….
Quiero estar contigo a solás…
A solás…..
Quisiera mostrar mi amor a todo el mundo…
Quiero besarte en público….
Y más !
El amor tiene su tiempo perfecto.

Who is this coming up from the desert?
Who is this leaning on her beloved one?
Who is this who has come out of the dark?
Radiant she is!

Set me as a tattoo on your heart,
As a tattoo on your arm…
Our love is as strong as death….
And as tenacious as hell is our passion…
You have inflamed me with embers of your love,
Embers and flames of the Lord.
Oceans can’t extinguish our love,
And rivers can’t drown it!
You can’t buy it…
It’s priceless.

What will we do with our young sister?
How can we protect her?
Let us hedge her in and guard and shelter her….
From evil men.
My walls, gardens and towers are only for you, mi Amado.
¡Escapa, amado mío, sé como gacela o cervatillo sobre los montes de aromas!
Escapa conmigo.
Vamos lejos….
Para disfrutar y amar.

Guest Poet: Student Poetry Sample

Dearest Readers,
I do apologize for not being available to post poetry lately. Here’s a guest poem by one of my students.

Poem 1: by K.

I am beautiful and lovely.
I wonder what it would be like to be rich.
I hear an angel singing.
I see my teacher.
I want the class to be over.
I am beautiful and lovely.

I pretend I am a Queen.
I feel the summer is hot.
I touch the cat’s ear.
I worry about my weight.
I cry that my key is lost.
I am beautiful and lovely.

I understand why people love me.
I say every girl is a princess.
I dream to travel around the world.
I try to be happy.
I hope the world will be peaceful.
I am beautiful and lovely.