Thursday, January 7, 2010
What ta Siendo? - revised 1/07/10
Wha ta siendo?
by Francisco J. Bustos
Wha ta siendo?
he asks
con su pijama de super-man
just turned 3 a couple months ago
Wha ta siendo?
he asks again
standing by the breakfast table
she kisses my lips
and feels comfortable because I trimmed my beard
la abrazo y le digo
"I've kissed this skin for over ten years now"
first she smiles
then she explains to the boy as he observes from the brown sofa
"Que estás haciendo"
"Que estás haciendo, así se dice mijo"
sus ojitos cafes
so far so good
you could tell it in his face
está contento con el mundo y con su vida
Wha ta siendo?
he repeats
What a siendo?
so smooth como los sonidos de Miles Davis breathing life through metals
and that's the kind of song we get from him
as he sits on that brown sofa and he wonders about this moment
our kiss
another morning at home
su canción formando
Smooth and natural like the melodies of Miles Davis floating around
the sunlight sneaking in through the half opened blinds
we kiss the morning air
and turn around to see him grow into
yet another day
our son,
mijo asking us
What a siendo?
Wha ta siendo?
Wha ta siendo?
by Francisco J. Bustos
Wha ta siendo?
he asks
con su pijama de super-man
just turned 3 a couple months ago
Wha ta siendo?
he asks again
standing by the breakfast table
she kisses my lips
and feels comfortable because I trimmed my beard
la abrazo y le digo
"I've kissed this skin for over ten years now"
first she smiles
then she explains to the boy as he observes from the brown sofa
"Que estás haciendo"
"Que estás haciendo, así se dice mijo"
sus ojitos cafes
so far so good
you could tell it in his face
está contento con el mundo y con su vida
Wha ta siendo?
he repeats
What a siendo?
so smooth como los sonidos de Miles Davis breathing life through metals
and that's the kind of song we get from him
as he sits on that brown sofa and he wonders about this moment
our kiss
another morning at home
su canción formando
Smooth and natural like the melodies of Miles Davis floating around
the sunlight sneaking in through the half opened blinds
we kiss the morning air
and turn around to see him grow into
yet another day
our son,
mijo asking us
What a siendo?
Wha ta siendo?
Wha ta siendo?
Monday, December 14, 2009
no words really
in this great day, on this great morning, such beautiful earth mother, sister moon somewhere behind the blue, waiting for the great sun...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
until the end te daré mi canto
until the end te daré mi canto
it's what I was waiting for
the song came
and our bodies turned into lizard fire
you rattled everything about this world
estas son las cosas de otros y otras
pensabas en el cielo adentro
these are their things, not ours, you thought
so you danced and danced
circulo en el viento mientras el águila te guiaba
la musa la sigues teniendo, ya te veo
la sigues sonriendo
la musa between your eyes
my ears drumming through your veins
better than red stars, better than silence
yes, even silence can't do better than you, circling,
your arms like wings
a poco creías que no podías
que me ibas a dejar congelado
a tu piel, le tengo fe
y le doy mi suspiro until the end
y le doy mi canto until the end
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
eso que siento when your voice swims to my ears
Can’t find the right words
como explicar la semilla de tu voz
those eyes, that voice,
donde están las palabras
exactly what?
beautiful existence? alegría?
tu llenas al mundo
sweet voice que hipnotiza
endless smiles sin llanto
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when your voice swims to my ears
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when your eyes open and meet the sun
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when my mind floats to you
como explicar la semilla de tu voz
those eyes, that voice,
donde están las palabras
exactly what?
beautiful existence? alegría?
tu llenas al mundo
sweet voice que hipnotiza
endless smiles sin llanto
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when your voice swims to my ears
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when your eyes open and meet the sun
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when my mind floats to you
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wha ta Siendo?
Wha ta siendo?
he asks
con su pijama de super-man
(he just turned 3 a couple months ago)
Wha ta siendo?
he asks again
standing by the breakfast table
she kisses my lips
now visible because I trimmed my beard
la abrazo y le digo
"I've kissed this skin for over ten years now"
first she smiles
then she explains to the boy as he observes from the brown sofa
sus ojitos cafes
está contento con el mundo y con su vida
so far so good
"Que estás haciendo"
she explains to him
"Que estás haciendo,
así se dice mijo"
Wha ta siendo?
he repeats
Spontaneous and smooth
como los sonidos de Miles Davis
breathing life from his horns
and that's the kind of song we get from him
as he sits on the brown sofa and wonders about this moment
(mostly English from me, most of the time
puro Español con ella, siempre)
his song is forming
and so,
all he can think of
early in the morning is to ask us
What are we siendo?
Smooth and natural like the sounds of Miles
and we kiss the morning air
and turn around to see him grow into
yet another day
Una mañana de besos y canción
he asks
con su pijama de super-man
(he just turned 3 a couple months ago)
Wha ta siendo?
he asks again
standing by the breakfast table
she kisses my lips
now visible because I trimmed my beard
la abrazo y le digo
"I've kissed this skin for over ten years now"
first she smiles
then she explains to the boy as he observes from the brown sofa
sus ojitos cafes
está contento con el mundo y con su vida
so far so good
"Que estás haciendo"
she explains to him
"Que estás haciendo,
así se dice mijo"
Wha ta siendo?
he repeats
Spontaneous and smooth
como los sonidos de Miles Davis
breathing life from his horns
and that's the kind of song we get from him
as he sits on the brown sofa and wonders about this moment
(mostly English from me, most of the time
puro Español con ella, siempre)
his song is forming
and so,
all he can think of
early in the morning is to ask us
What are we siendo?
Smooth and natural like the sounds of Miles
and we kiss the morning air
and turn around to see him grow into
yet another day
Una mañana de besos y canción
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
because these words never tire: algo que tenga something with love
que deberia star aciendo?
should i be watchin baseball?
deberia star aciendo ejercisio?
should i be drinkin a cold beer
on this hot summer day de san diego?
tal vez, tal vez
maybe i should go hug my boy emiliano
tell him his the best son in the world
creo que tambien le hablo a mi niña quetzalli
tell her she's the best daughter in the world
debia star buscando a mi nirvana
to tell her she's the best in the universe
algo asi, for sure,
algo que diga something positive
something lovely
algo que diga algo
with love
algo que tenga something
with peace
algo que tenga mucho amor
siempre peace as well
because these words never tire
son letras que reciclo
yes, over and over, yes
estas palabras no conocen el cansancio
me voy
pero no antes sin abrazar estas imagenes
hoping for your blessing querida familia
should i be watchin baseball?
deberia star aciendo ejercisio?
should i be drinkin a cold beer
on this hot summer day de san diego?
tal vez, tal vez
maybe i should go hug my boy emiliano
tell him his the best son in the world
creo que tambien le hablo a mi niña quetzalli
tell her she's the best daughter in the world
debia star buscando a mi nirvana
to tell her she's the best in the universe
algo asi, for sure,
algo que diga something positive
something lovely
algo que diga algo
with love
algo que tenga something
with peace
algo que tenga mucho amor
siempre peace as well
because these words never tire
son letras que reciclo
yes, over and over, yes
estas palabras no conocen el cansancio
me voy
pero no antes sin abrazar estas imagenes
hoping for your blessing querida familia
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