Southern Cross Poetry

No SOPA for me!

2012-01-19T00:30:00.000-03:00

Today everyone is talking about SOPA. Me too...

I was once asked: "What is freedom of speech?" by one of my students. I remember I answered her that it was the RIGHT of all sentient beings to express themselves publicly WITHOUT fear of being REPRESSED by ANYONE ANYWHERE. Today, I add, and the best place to exercise this RIGHT is the INTERNET. So I wonder why someone would try to cut off the branches of FREEDOM and LIBERTY that have flourished on the net. The answer is simple, at least to me: If someone does not let you grow culturally, then that person or group can CONTROL you more easily. If one of my 6º graders would ask me today why I do not support SOPA I would say: because it jails freedom of speech in a glass tower where, only, the CEO of a small numbered business can control it so that the world would live in fear. We don't need anyone to tell us how to develop the WORLD WIDE WEB because it develops alone. We the artist who nourish from the shared content online will surely find another way of expressing and sharing our voices but that is not the point, the point is that BIG CORPORATIONS cannot amputate our limbs and then let us here to rot and die while they profit from our blood. Culture is the engine that has driven mankind throughout HISTORY and if we start impaling the mediums in which CULTURE NOURISH then we as a society will fall in another DARK AGE. We watch Star Wars and we cannot believe that there are people as bad as DARTH SIDIOUS who wants to conquer the universe for his own dirty profit, but those people exist. They are promoting SOPA. Unfortunately for them, there is not only light and darkness, out there, in the real world there exist millions of colours, and so many as people are in the EARTH. So we FIGHT, with the tools we have. So we SHOUT, SCREAM, YELL! Because the most important RIGHT we have is FREEDOM OF SPEECH because if someone does not let us speak our minds freely, then we explode. And then, we call for REVOLUTION! That is why I support FREEDOM OF SPEECH but no SOPA. Pink Floyd was right:

"We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom..." (Another Brick in the Wall, part 2, The Wall, Pink Floyd)

In the streets, we fight. In the classrooms, we fight. In the TV, we fight. In the INTERNET, we FIGHT! We fight because no one can stop us in our domains. THE INTERNET IS OURS, NOT CORPORATE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN LEARN FROM US: WE DON'T LIKE SO MANY THINGS YOU DO, BUT STILL WE DON'T BAN YOU FROM DOING THEM, WE TRY TO TEACH YOU BETTER! LEARN AND BUILD!

PEACE!

New Year 2012

2012-01-02T01:10:00.000-03:00

Purple heart,

dawn of a new year,

a hat flying through the beach,

a wolf howling to a red bloody sun;

purple hat,

what will the future bring?

purple dye,

black death...

white lie,

life?

what will the future have?

wait...

...it's coming...

Reality hurts!

2011-12-11T22:47:00.001-03:00

Lennon is wishing the world a peaceful evening,

the Dalai Lama recites a Tibetan love poem...

OHM

Somewhere a rainbow is born out of a smile,

a penguin rides a beautiful wave through the stars...

OHM

A jacaranda tree blossoms in a little girl's heart,

cloudy dragons play while a little boy's eyes smile...

OHM

A promise fulfils a mother's hope of happiness,

hatred-soldiers kill 100 innocent babies under the sun today...

BANG!

Image and Copyrights of http://resources3.news.com.au/

Some compassion: a US Soldier rescued an Iraki child.

My box

2011-12-05T22:34:00.001-03:00

This poem was born while I was still working at the call center. That was a "Oh, crappy day!"

My box

transports me to infinity

bed bath and beyond

my box

carton-based

a song to cease to exist.

10,000 views celebration

2011-11-27T22:11:00.001-03:00

To celebrate that 10,000 people have stop by since the blog was opened, I'm going to leave you with a poem I love from Tim Burton's "The Melancholy Death of Oyster-Boy", I hope you enjoy it... oh by the way before Anchor Boy here is one of my own...

Hollow-eyed Girl

There once was a girl,

who stared at the sun at night,

and at the moon at day.

She stared at the clouds when sunny,

and the stars when cloudy.

She enjoyed the breeze in her eyes,

and the rain and the snow.

But what she enjoyed the most

was cleaning the holes

in her skull where her eyes where,

that she had lost because of a bear.

ANCHOR BOY

"There was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
And there was just one place
that she wanted to be.

With a man named Walker
who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.

He was the one that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything
to capture this ghost.

But throughout all their lives
they never connected.
She wandered the earth
alone and rejected

She tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.

Nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
They had a baby.

But to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.

I t was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.

The baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.

So Walker took off
to play with the band.
And from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.

And she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.

As she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish."

The Anchor Boy poem is property of Tim Burton.

Party at my heart

2011-11-20T16:29:00.001-03:00

A song is trying to scape from my side,

I hug her farewell,

I let her free of my mind,

Totó la Momposina inspired the birds at my window,

the wind takes these elements to your ears,

when the phone rings,

the party of my heart begins,

a new song is waving good-bye,

the lyrics from the other side of the line soothe me,

the score of my life has begun playing a mambo,

now, I sing and dance.

'Cause we are as free as a bird's song,

Totó la Momposina still sings, a party has just begun,

I jump to the other side of your line,

we enjoy the music of life

that the wind brings from my home,

a song, just for you,

a mocking bird enjoying the news:

"There is a party at my heart,

only guest: YOU."

Arbolito performing at the Centro Cultural América Libre, Mar del Plata, Argentina

Music and Kisses

2011-11-06T00:15:00.001-03:00

Music )by( passes me ears

as our kisses did the day we parted!

away, I went.

Without me mine...

You left -me?- (or right)ly

we separate of mutual consent...

Music and kisses pass by,

my memory remembers why!

Baby, where art thou?

The author in a rock pier in Necochea's port (Argentina).

Happy Halloween from Buenos Aires 2011

2011-10-31T11:30:00.001-03:00

Hell has been broken on Earth,

zombies trudge and plod the streets,

their minds numbed with

smart phones, blackberries, tablets...

so on and so forth.

Some one laughs madly,

the air smells of corpses,

blood rains outside banks and companies,

people go postal outside the Congress,

despair fills the air.

Soulless wretched children,

who howl for help,

lost in a typhoon of wrath

die with the morning breeze.

Hell has broken loose in Buenos Aires,

a nightmarish hallows eve.

Enjoy the madness,

enjoy the spree...

Kill thee neighbour

with pumpkin seeds.

Eat your heart,

vomit your spleen,

celebrate insanity

this Lovecraftian eve.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

Picture taken from the movie: Nosferatu (1922)

University love trenches

2011-10-26T20:05:00.001-03:00

I look into my soul,

my shade is running away with a girl (friend),

An university love escaping through the trenches.

A shot! Vodka blood. Silently, I scream my heart out.

No way José! Could have done. IT.

though the class seems to be going okay (KO)

my mind runs berserk on the teacher,

my shade is laughing at me while his friend (girl) lights a candy bar,

a picture of reality ashamed

of luring in the dark

room of multiverses and milky ways,

something -else- whispering through my closed mind,

we stand up and take off

Oblivion waits for us with mate and cake,

it's time to run amok,

say farewell,

be cute and cuddly, boys

and girls,

it's time for Death to call,

it's time to end this poem.

German - Russian battlefield near Makow

White Blues Lullaby

2011-10-21T19:42:00.000-03:00

Listening to the rain I found out

that my Lennon glasses look at the universe

while a white blues lullaby

is being hummed to my brain.

Why, why, why baby...

You don't want to go to sleep,

do as I tell you, sweetie,

or the Man will come to snatch you

my sweet baby,

just go to sleep,

dream of imaginary worlds like Pepperland,

LIBERTY is waiting for you,

remember, always, honey,

I'm here for ya'

just go to sleep

before the Man comes to snatch you

from me.

Dream, sweetie,

fly away to play in Pepperland,

fly, fly, fly, baby, fly...

Fly and be free, baby,

from me and the Man...

Still

2011-10-16T22:06:00.002-03:00

Still...
the fan is taking note of my silence,
everything around me is dead,
my mind is walking through the shadow of a valley,
blind guardian dogs from a world in shades,
still...
the willow is sleeping,
no more weeping clouds,
still...
still...
asleep...

D-code-d mess. Age

2011-10-02T20:03:00.000-03:00

Write a message, will you?

Let the stars decode our dreams,

think about what we have do. Ne.

now, that you are not a-lone, ranger.

The prairie awaits for you

the coyotes of your illusions as well,

they know what the stars

don't want to tell you, right...

k... now.

lonely saturday night

2011-09-25T00:09:00.000-03:00

a book at my right,
a glass. on the other side of the mirror.
a song which talks about a lullaby,
some-thing any-thing some-song
song-song
stillness
deep inside of the moon. light.
the song changes, the air. smells like
teen spirits flying through out the room.
now, retrospectively speaking,
a better future is being nurtured,
tomorrow never knows: -what will happen?-
a shade, whisper... behind me

Distanc. E. Lovers after all

2011-08-28T23:07:00.006-03:00

Be my friend, she said;

Be my lover, I replied;

bee. N.

Empty words from the other

side of the world. Which turn

out to be small. As our

kisses be-fore dawn, after.

Sex, y. You

R' like a fucking sweet symphony

of love. R(olling)S(tones)

our hearts through the hills.

Far, far away you are now,

my heart is with you.

Despite the distances,

despite all.

The image for this entry was taken from http://www.dididado.org/long-distance-lovers/ hope this does not infringe any copyright on the picture. If so please let me know. Thanks for the image tough!

Cold inside?

2011-08-22T16:36:00.002-03:00

freezing monday

screams outside my window

the light fades away at the corner store

across the street someone jumps

from a building

time freezes

monday

oh ja ja ay

a toe fell

a finger sang

bang bang

winter leaves

monday freaking monday

day without hopes

ja je ji jo ju jo jo jo

monda'

better get inside

warmer?

there is cold in your soul

you sold your heart

freezing monday

it'll never stop

je je je

monday

cool

Riddle time

2011-08-18T20:51:00.002-03:00

Today a riddle for those who dare answer it. I've tried this one with my 6 grade student's and they coulnd't answer it. I felt dissapointed with them because they have a vast knowledge of football (soccer) players from every important League in Europe and America but they know nothing about literature. Today they learnt something else thanks to this riddle I invented for them. If you want answer in the comments and I'll tell you later.

Which is Robinson Crusoe's favourite day?

Ray and me

2011-07-30T12:30:00.004-03:00

Ray is singing under the shade of a tree,
I'm writing love songs to the stars, again.

monday night

2011-07-26T01:13:00.001-03:00

night has come to my door
as have the ravens to my broken heart

tea in nowhereland

2011-06-18T23:23:00.003-03:00

walking dead throug the light
a cat with a hat
a big big big rat
a bus to nowhereland
I'm feelin' strangely lost
I'll zip my tea fast
the nowehere man is in a hurry
larry lorry merry marry

Love is but a dream

2011-05-22T22:29:00.003-03:00

Yesterday,

while you were talking about love,

I was dreaming of your lips,

you shut down and asked for advice,

I came back from dreamland,

Love is but a dream

and though you are not dreamin' of me

I try...

cried...

Experimenting at work

2011-03-27T18:53:00.005-03:00

BYE-BYE ...........................................FREAKING BORED

.............................................................................,,,,,,.....TIRED

.............................................................................................FRUSTRATED

“-concrete jungle-”

......................................FUCK

FUCKING FUCKED FUCK

“-going slightly mad.-”

Call Centre

2011-01-23T01:18:00.000-03:00

In deep black holes where lies an answer,

computers from Hell managed by Satan dwell in awe,

everlasting phone calls from oblivion,

eternal void devouring muted voices,

dead ringing scaring corpses,

rotten eyes repeating vanishing words to lifeless ears,

black hole of on hold calls growing unlimitedly,

deceased nowhere men slowly answering undead calls,

thanks for calling, bye-bye now.

NEW YEAR 2011

2010-12-30T22:24:00.001-03:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I HOPE THAT 2011 BRINGS YOU ALL YOU WANT!

ENJOY, BE HAPPY!

Leslie Nielsen 1926-2008

2010-11-30T10:14:00.002-03:00

Today I cannot write. I just want to dedicate this entry to Leslie Nielsen, someone who I admired. If I can, later, I will write something else.

The night I lost my mind

2010-11-20T19:24:00.007-03:00

Last night I was lucky and was able to fulfill one of my dreams, I saw the legendary prog-rock band Yes in concert at the Luna Park of Buenos Aires (Argentina). This is how I feel today...

Last night, I was Close to the Edge,
I hear a strange and entangling music,
I whisper: -YES.-
Right now, I'm a Starship Trooper
telling the Tales of the Topographic Ocean.