Debe estar despierta

Mirando la luz del último beso,

Con su memoria de pétalos suaves

Casi irreal, encanecida,

Como una hebra de Luna,

Aun enamorada.

Auscultando el camino

Por donde una tarde

Se fue el amor.

Debe estar soñando

Envilecida con un canto

Bordando mi nombre

En su rutina

Pintando mis ojos en sus ventanas.

Solíamos querernos así,

Con la absoluta claridad de los instintos.

Debe estar esperándome,

Meciéndose en las tardes de verano

Que han envejecido raudas y silenciosas

Iría a verla,

Si  tan solo supiera donde está.

Angel Garcia

New York, Feb 26, 2013

I Have a Drone

I have a drone in my backyard
a drone looking at me
since I opened the window
and started talking to snowman Billy.
I hear from Billy, the drone is asking questions
about me
what I Watch,
what I do for a living.
what book I read.
why I throw snow balls to the yard.
Now I have a drone in my smart phone
and one in my Xbox
(they want to know how many zombies I kill every day)
I have a drone in my video camera
that said what to post or not in Youtube
and another one in Itunes that is counting 
how many times I listen Johnny Cash
or Lady Gaga. I DON’T EVEN MENTIONED THE DRONE IN FACE BOOK
(that might LIKE or NOT this post) I got a drone in my sleeping pills
and my pain killers too.
And I got drones in the pills to control
my emotions, my sugar, my blood pressure
and at last my heart.
At this point Im not sure if I should trust
Mr Billy any more.