Edge of the Sand & Water

She laid down upon the edge of the sand and water
Where dark land kisses sparkling ocean
Stretching out her curly hair into the sea with her salt-tipped fingers.
and coiling seashells and twinkling stars into her black mane

And as she rested, the silver moon hummed its strange, nocturnal melody
and favored his light upon the young girl
Glowing within her emerald eyes
And shining on her smooth legs entangled with green

She crunched the sand between her toes
Reminiscing about those good days by the shore
Those were the days when she had a home
Now, she’s simply lost and all alone.

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To el Greco

While I was in Madrid, I visited El Prado Museum where I explored many Spanish paintings. One of the artworks that impressed me the most was el Greco’s “Christ Carrying the Cross”. The first time I saw it, I wanted to cry. I have never seen a piece of work that has moved me so. The painting of Jesus felt so alive, and what struck me the most was His eyes. I couldn’t help but think, What does Jesus see? What is he looking at? What is it that He sees that He seems to no longer be suffering? Ever since then, this question has filled my mind. I never thought that a work of art would touch me to this extent, and this poem is an expression of my impression of el Greco’s masterpiece.

My Lord–
What dost thou see that I cannot see?
The vision that distracts thee from thy Cross
Where is thy fear? What of thy sense of loss?

Those eyes that gaze so lovingly above
Tell me, dost thou see any future hope for me?
And if thou does, please tell me so
Please say something, for I must know!

See thy blood trickles upon thy face!
And yet you appear to sense no pain
How strange, unearthly, and so weirdly sublime
That you can even surpass death, and mend all time.

If I have never seen a love so pure,
I see it now, I see it in you
The one who saves and makes all things new.

She wore her scars like armor

She wore her scars like armor,
The ice metal that coiled her tender, pink skin
She let them do what they do
Hurting on the outside and all the way through
Time is not a balm
Or a great peace or calm,
Numbness is when the pain stops,
But then there are times when you feel your tears drop.

Your heart begins to hurt, and then you wish you could sleep
Hoping that when you wake up that this all was just a dream
But the nightmare lives on
And it doesn’t go away,
It is when you feel again that you recall that pain

Pain never really fades
Because pain has a name
Depression, Heartbreak, Loss
What more can you ask of God?
Neither do dreams
Ever seem to sleep
They creep and they crawl
They walk and they talk
Sometimes they growl or let out a howl

Whenever you see them
hear them
feel them,
let them do their work,
and when you are ready
let them heal.

Ode to Lima

Lima, beautiful city lining the green shores of the Costa Verde,
Peru is wild jungles, snowy mountains and beach coasts,
Lands that stretch from the Machu Picchu to the Amazons
But from all of those, I prefer you the most.

Your classic Peruvian waltzes echo throughout the radio,
Delicious aromas of aji* and spices disperse out to your streets,
People rush out from their houses to catch impatient buses,
The marching of palace soldiers sing along to the drum’s beat.
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That is Life, Asi es la vida

My grandma would always warn me about bad men
Telling me that there is no way I could completely trust them
And she was never surprised,
If a man was only a monster disguised,
Because that is life.
Asi es la vida.

Asi es la vida when a man treats his woman like shit
It was her fault, now she has to endure it
Stupid, stupid, stupid,
How could she know?
That the man she loved would try to crush her though
Because that is life.
Asi es la vida.

When the husband comes home drunk,
He has his little wife to clean his vomit up,
She already has one unborn plus 5 kids,
All who still have no idea what family is,
Because that is life.
Asi es la vida.
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Song that Inspired My Poem “The Enchantment of the Flamenco”

This song comes from the movie soundtrack of Blancanieves, a Spanish silent film that recreates the story of Snow White with its own twist. If you ever get the chance to see it, I highly recommend it. It stays mostly true to the story, however, the movie is no fairytale. Snow White’s life is not sugarcoated and the realities of life are not avoided, which I find to be very refreshing. In the film, Snow White is known as Carmen and she grows up in Spain during the 1920s. She is the daughter of Antonio Villalta, an infamous bullfighter, and Carmen de Triana, a flamenco dancer. As a little girl, she is taught flamenco and the song “No Te Puedo Encontrar”(the title means “I can’t find you”) is what she dances to. I hope you enjoy it and tell me what you think!