WATER (AGUA).
Gush from the underground,
crosses arids and tropicals vegetations....
and when evaporate,
heat up the atmosphere....
Dense clouds celebrate in the sky !
Thunders, flash of lightings shine the planet,
hails and drops of rain
fall...
irrigate...
soak the grounds.
Increase volumes of water in the rivers, lakes and lagoons.
Feed up...
the nature
and when you,
MAN,
contaminate it,
the water
destroy you…
WATERFALLS ( CATARATAS ).
Bathe the air
run the wind....
strenght, power
and resonant freedom
hoisy, when beat the river....
show out to the outer space,
run from side by side,
rippling colors,
shining sun
rain
that refresh the lovers
in the dusk,
in the sunset,
in the rear
hangin' diaphanous and transparents
in the infinite....
" THE RAINBOW "
IT'S SNOWING ( ESTA NEVANDO ).
Snow is fallin' down, on my window, shaking it....
storm
It flood outer spaces, cities, mountains and roads
precipitate,
beat,
freeze rivers and lakes....
feelings! I explore today,
your warm
condense my skin
toward the pleasure
and enjoyment
trapped on the snow, blind us....
slipping us...
to the game....
you, Eagle and
I, climber squirrel,
hide yourself in the snow mounds,
and remain in there
static, until get melt....
RAIN ( LLUVIA ).
The clouds get dark in a cold and tense afternoon.....
the grayish sky looks like murky
announcing with lights drops,
the arrival of a possible storm.
The clouds and the wind
interweave with a slow blow....
Suddenly, the lights stones
and the leaves of a tulips cultivated field get wet.
Afterwards...
The thunderstorm deafening noise is hearing
and its flashing rays of light,
unleashing a shower in front of the bareness of
a desolated field
and the greeness of the flowery garden
where,
once upon a time, under a thunderstorm,
I stole you a lovely kiss
and I dedicated you the most romantic poems
from the deepest of my heart.
A SIDERATA GAUTAMA.
( BUDA )
From a figtree, his wisdom and illumination appear,
with orange and ginger scents.
His thought runs like camphor, sniffing the universe with
his strenght and energy.
Crosses oceans
and with his waves
arrives to Continents and Islands....
Some people affirm that :
He was born in the year 560 B.C., between the North of India,
border with Nepal and Bangladesh.
With accuracy, we don't know if he was Prince.
MAHARA
Full of power and wonders like " Thousand and one nights ",
belonging to the second caste of noble warriors,
where the butterflies...enjoyed the pleasures of Cashemir,
his deity wasn't God,
Into his process of philosophical formation, abandon " everything "....
and become a BUDA.....
Movement...." It's the personal Liberation "
of happiness, to reach the NIRVANA,
meeting with himself,
with the EGO.
THE BUDA STATE.
Is a painless life through the Buddhism.
Their essences and colors are spreading around the world....
With mandalas, mantras and incenses.
" Teach to develop his intellectual ability ", with his awake,
until to understand the UNIVERSE.....
and like the avatar descend, by the blue sky, full of
stars
making small farms and wind currents....
like eagles.....
Cross from India, flying by Nepal and bordering the Himalaya....
With the sky brightness, the winds shine....
blowing small farms....
with the strenght of Everest....and the tallest peaks of the world....
Lay eggs at Tibetan region, China, Mongolia, Japan, Taiwan, Corea,
Vietnam, Tailand and Malasia,
flying toward America, Europe and Africa.
It's the Shanti,
that sprouts....
It's the VAJRAYANA, DIAMOND VEHICLE,
It's the inner of human being.
The images of different BUDAS change:
Faces with long and huge ears,
half-open lips....half-closed eyes, in a YOGA position....
and meditate at monasteries, pagodas and colorful temples,
altars decorated with orange colors flowers,
white pigeons,
make welcome to the pilgrims with spirituality,,
surroundings the Everest, sheeps, goats and yacs flocks,
besides, snowflakes.
Shine to :
Xigastse, Tashi Llumpo, Rombuk....where the hills ripple
at the eaves, colored small flags with written prayers....
"The Mandalas ",
Ah Potala...Residence of Dalai Lamas !
" wisdom ocean ",
Tibetan architecture, colored roofs: turquoise and jade,
large valleys made of clay and stones, barley, wheat and
vegetables cultivated fields, and the
beauty of Lahasa....at its height, "NON DESCRIPTIVELY"....
accompanied of rites, rosaries,
grinders and Tibetan bells....
They make bubbles, with sandal wood scent, in their
religious practices, inside or outside of the temples,
monasteries, monks, pilgrims and meditation.....
Ethnic faces, wet skins by the wind and the air that
reflect the awaken.....
the light
and the avatar....
toward the " ILLUMINATION ".
BUDDHISM ( BUDISMO ).
On vehicles, small ones, large ones and made of diamond....
like Aliens...
By the ASIAN blue sky....
and like constellations....
they leave from their nest on air currents,
The Hinayana, with its agnosticism, toward SRI LANKA and
INDOCHINA,
Fervent followers....Take it breathe!
from side to other side....
gatherings, pilgrimages and crowds, have knowledge
of VAJRAYANA....
streets vendors, due to the Tibetan and Mongolian geography....
with their practices of FAITH,
MEDITATION,
CALM,
POSITIVISM, GROWTH SENSATION, FULLNESS AND SATISFACTION....
Ah, the great vehicle MAHAYANA!... like a COMET....
go beyond Jupiter, and in the Earth,
make seeds in China, Corea and Japan....
and like hail,
fall down small pieces,
in the world,
piercing consciences,
on Buddhist Philosophy.
INDIA
Chaos...
Catastrophes,
Uproar, crashes reflex... tricycles, mototaxis, carriages with horses and
camels;
shoutings, whisltes...disorder...
blocking the path in all directions; from north to south and from south to north...
opposit traffic directions...
hurried along by those skinny, hungry and thirsty men, with dark... shinny
and sweaty skin...
with lead tunics, corroded by the wind and leather sandals...
They compete by themselves...
tugging toward the final!...
in a race...through alleys and dusty labyrinths...
crowded by races and religions;
the people don't look if there are traffic signals;
if there are those ones...are to decorate the sweaty streets...
There are not traffic lights, neither control...pedestrians are relegated...
Authorities are absent... "the traffic never stop"... "nobody do it";
state lack; " IS A FUNCTIONAL ANARCHY",
everyone defend his interest...cows, goats, monkeys;
walk defenseless, by the time...
being present... the daily life and participing in the street tumults...
Ah, natural beauties...shine with the Sun and the Moon!
temples, palaces and forts, "magnificent monuments", stand out
into the space and the landscape...
some are made of marble and others of gold,
with Victorian Gothic Architecture and the Renaissance...
Same like Taj Mahal, the art of LOVE, where the beauty,
the comfort and the sumptuosly,
hypnotize,
no matter from what angle or daytime are seen...
others made of marble, clay and crimson too, with erotic shapes,
inspired with KAMASUTRA...
where the pleasure, the desire and the anxiety of lovers, give free
rein to the instincts...
They are from Khajuraho, full of eroticism and sensuality...
surrounded by walls...for the imagination extravagance...
Over there, the stone relief, radiate the geometric art of pitagoras,
Strongly...
luxuriously strong, decorated and with exquisiteness;
floral themes, to the enjoyment
of Maharajas and their harenes...
At sound of "THE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS",
all they with altars with thousand of Gods and Goddess...
decorated with garlands of orange color carnations,
crowded of:
Hindues, Heninists, Sicks, Buddhists, Muslims, followers
of Mahatma Ghandi:
and others...
women with saris of different colors, bracelets and earrings,
they have on the forehead a red dot...religious expression and
dreams too...
Other women wear black coarses, where the eyes are the mirror
of the soul...
They with their charms and odors, form small groups and swarms...
perfuming the air and the merchandise spaces, where the wind
and the odors fly to the stores full of groceries,
with honey and ginger tasty...
cereals, sugar of Bengali and candies of Cashmir...
thousand of products are commercialized: cheese of Nepal,
spices,
a variety of silks...AND MORE,
Ah, Varanasi, where the River Ganges, with its coloring Gaths,
encourage to:
faithfuls and tourists to purify, to get the HAPPINESS...
cremations and rites, testify the spirituality of Hindu culture;
the closer presence of death, with its
"Sacred River"...
where the ashes of pilgrims...perfume its waters;
The Rajsthan, and its mystery at the desert...
make silence to lovers...
dunes, sand and roads get lose at the horizon...
camels decorated,
with silk and diamond apparels...
carry princesses to the dusk,
to a fleeting meeting...
Is the dance, the celebration and the lover's kisses
that meet together in a hug, to the wind swinging...
In the afternoon...
where the sun, looks like a fire ball at infinite...
the night arrives !...
and the silhouettes disappear....
HINDUISM ( HINDUISMO )
" Official Religion of India "
Culture: Religions....Temples....Pilgrims and Deites:
It's the Jungle...!
BRAHMA, is a swan.... God of creation of the universe.
Transmit sounds,
scents and colors.....
It spreads love and seeds with its prayers, meditations and
resonant canticles....
At the festival of " Full Moon "... open its wings and spread out
flight toward the " Sacred Lake ",
Thousand of gannets and pigeons by the blue sky...form shapes....
Same like a magazine....
a show....
At surroundings, pilgrims take a bathe, dance, sing and
meditate.....
" it's the present and the future "....
SHIVA, sits down on a LION or a TIGER.....
stare and imposing.....
" King of the jungle and of Gods ".... called " THE DESTRUCTIVE ",
" who annihilates the universe from time to time....
with impposing and fierceness...!"
Roar....and its noise is heard from the distance... like a
Tidal wave !...
VISHNU, who preserve the universe...." SNAKE " of seven heads...
is the Cobra, engine of cosmic energy, spitting one....
crawling on earth...
Is destructive, dangerous...move the universe like a magnet;
its wife, the Goddess of the fortune, take a sit on a HORSE,
neighs and runs...
to bring the good, before get the end,
Durga's sister...
GANESHA, half- " ELEPHANT ", the knowlwdge and arts Goddess,
its trunk move the thoughts of pilgrims...
she is in all Hindu Temples,
the religious rites and permanent...
the feast of " DIWALI ", is a great celebration in India,
It is the Patron Saint.
Lights decorate the houses, streets and alleys,
gunpowder that shines the sky; thousand of shapes and colors...
happy faces, with makeup, flashy shapes on the hands and feet...
Variety of Saris, excel at temples and forts like a rainbow,
tumults and crowd of pilgrims...
surround all the spaces,
candies, meals and beverages; form the dinner and the festival.
The peolple dance and drink a toast with the exquisiteness
of a tasteful wine...
RAMA KRISHNA, practice spiritual exercises,
their messages come from East to West like wisdom,
with their joy and songs.
Followers travel through streets and cities...
LAKSHMI, Hindu mythology...expressed in paints and sculptures,
DURGA is Krishna, Mother Goddess of whole universe;
KALI, reincarnation of DURGA;
Ah!, the Hindues...
They believe in ....Reincarnation!
"THOUSAND" of Gods and Goddess get Reincarnation in
universe creatures.
COMUNICATION
Eroticism is our daily affection...
!Perhaps!
is the latent desire
what move us
until the satiety;
comunication
full of emotions and hopes...
for that meeting that maybe will arrive,
!soon!
expected day...
when?
tomorrow?
the day will come,
like, the bird looks for his nest...
the fishes, the water
the butterflies the pollen
and
I...
welcome you in my arms...
in the night...
at the swing of the moon...
and
!in the infinite!.
MAGNETS
Arranging goals...
with expectations...
only
" you and me "
build it every day,
the negative, behind...
!behind!
always positives...
beloved of mine,
the springtime will arrive with the tulips and its bright colors,
And the time
will be short.
Open the window...!the day is dark!
And
in an eclipse
the brilliance from the sun and the moon
with
sparkles of small bells
quicken
the summer
heating up spaces, to the extravagance...
in a magnetic field.
Strenght and energy, electrify each other.
SEPULVEDA AVENUE IN LOS ANGELES
Bordering the corner of Hotel Radisson
in a summer afternoon, where the sun was shining...
!blue sky!
near to L.A. Airport...
" a bridge "
at its height I read...!SEPULVEDA!...
Joy moments I lived to see my last name in there
It was !SEPULVEDA AVENUE!
!Ah, important last name!...
I watch
buses " SEPULVEDA "
!what a nice!...
!YELLOW COLOR, WITH BLACK SPOTS!...
travel...
by one and another side...
!big fleet!
!Ah!
Parking lot " SEPULVEDA "
at the distance...
" SEPULVEDA " Medical Center...
At the end...
Roses, poppies, pansies and other flowers...
were bringing out...
the " SEPULVEDA GARDENING "
! WHAT A BEAUTY !
Very interesting
to know the city of L.A.
surrounded by deserts, mountains, rivers
lodging in the " HOTEL RADISSON "...
! walking by the fame avenue...
" LIGHTS NIGHT "
"FANTASIES NIGHT "
to look...
the " FAME STARS "...
Only needed...
The " SEPULVEDA STAR"...
Close to the celebrities like:
PABLO NERUDA
FERNANDO BOTERO
JORGE LUIS BORGES
OCTAVIO PAZ
SALVADOR DALI
And others,
whom left one's mark...
In art, literature, painting, music, theater, and so fort...
!WHAT A GREAT !
famous walk, RELAXING...
THE TERRA-COTTA WARRIORS
Statues, horses, war cars...
tombs odors,
digged from the deepest...
in graves;
Faces, with different ethnic features:
mustaches, combed, with beards, young and old people,
military uniforms, spattered by the time,
guns of the epoch: swords, arcs and spears...
form part of " TERRA-COTTA ARMY "
molded with the best kind of clay,
forged iron kilns,were the testimonies of this statuesque art...
excavations,that day by day appear
with the sun light,
until today...
!keep on appearing!...
Dinasty QIN cruel, , no only sacrificed them...
but buried them right here, with all...
and
molded them
in this cemetery,...
Here;
! lie the ruins !
Near to XIAN, ! CHINA !
THE SACRED COW
Big ones,serenes and calm ones.
get taste;
dust, odors and flavors in India srteets...
fat, skinny ones, jet black color;
participate of social life,...
! magic ones !
privileged,
called, " GAU MATA " or COW MOTHER...
they are at psyche of hindues...
! mithological !
women and cows venerated at the same way,
! calfs !
they are of different forms and size,
" milk "
nourishing source of antiquity,
! when lack of this food;
decorate streets and festivals !
day and night.
Walk happily,
they are not aggressive
meditate...
Rain, hot and wind make it shine their skins
" don't suffer hungry "...
there is in excess:
" love, respect and tenderness "
! spoiled ones !
they have dinner and candies on holidays,
like devotion symbol,
meek ones, wiggle themselves, near the traffic lights,
pensives...
enjoy of;
the spices,
the hot and cold,
the people
the music
vehicles fumes dissuade them the flies,
attend to the rituals,
silent ones,
their dung is " combustible "
mixed to the housing
build " soft mass "
that
generate warm and fire
molded like lumps in the alleys and the roofs...
! Ah !, in India, " the animals are sacred ".
Encantada de leerte en Inglés. Felicitaciones! Me encantó el poema acerca de tu estadía en L.A. y tu apellido ¨all over¨ different signs. BRAVO, SEPULVEDA!!! Y por qué no estar con las estrellas de la fama? Quizás más pronto de lo que te imagines. Al menos tienes mi voto desde ya. Un abrazo.
ResponderEliminarGracias Fannito:pezé a investigar ésta
EliminarDe verdad qué ese día lo viví inmensamente...
Empezé a investigar ...y me dí cuenta que se trataba de un Pastor evangélico que hizo una buena labor pastoral en esa ciudad ...
además trascendió a New York, donde existe un templo con la guía de éste pastor...Además en España existe un pueblo que se llama Sepúlveda, pienso conocerlo tan pronto tenga la oportunidad...Gracias Fannito