Spring break of March

Back when the day stopped
In March our world had a break
We stopped and breathed
And others stopped their breaths.

A march was on the way
Of no hugs in display
The love was in the air
Yet disease was also there

Unconscious walls were built
The unseen were feared
Robbed we were
Violated as well

The gods were no where
The scientists were busy
The teachers were learning
The kids were struggling.

It was left open
Our lady is broken
Her flame is gone
Nowhere to be found.

Alone in distance
In distance we face our whole
And the earth is healed along.

The extinct are now seen
There is a new color to the eye
A new horizon is in sight.

Borders, Echoes within

As I was waiting at the international border a thunder was heard,
A flock of birds flew from below.
It was not just a blast and silence,
But an echo that went for miles in violence.
And you might say… How would you know?
It was the movement of the birds, wouldn’t you say so?
Soon after, a group of teenagers came running to Mexico.
Some were white, others were black, and a few were brunette,
But the Asian one got my attention,
For he came walking with no perturbation.

That got me thinking… how deep are our borders?
Some are for intruders, others for robbers,
Others for the undocumented and the unwanted,
Then again, those are but physical borders.
What about our internal borders?
They seem to be constructed since our childhood.

Some were born from our parents views over the years,
Yet others were born from our very own fears.
People seem to be walking in between walls,
Some are much more equipped than most of us.
I guess it’s because of their jobs.
Some others are just for show,
Maybe because of their internal disputes
Over their own glow,
And let’s not forget the glasslike ones,
They show themselves as they are;
However, you can’t even leave a speck,
Or else they’ll wipe it on the spot…
Others are spotless, but internal screams will echo within.
I sometimes wonder which is my border, have you?

Quinceañera Arquitectural

Naciste para contemplar a la gente pasar
Aunque poco se de tí, puedo decir
Que emanas riquezas difíciles de olvidar.
Te han llamado
El pase ferrocarril de San Antonio y Arcansas.

Mas con el paso de los años
despues de ver un sinfin de historias de paso,
Subiste a ser La comandancia municipal.
Imagino, que viste una infinidad de injusticias
Y decidiste tomar las cartas en tus manos
Y no solo dejarlas al azar
convirtiéndote en corte municipal.

Hoy, mi paso es solo una estrella fugaz
De muchos otros destellos que haz visto pasar.
Cada que paso, contemplo
tu vestido estilo España Colonial
Con color sutil a coral
y detalles aperlados que te hacen ver casi surreal.
Tus pendientes de fierro
que alumbran tu belleza arquitectural
Y no olvidemos tu broche de oro
Insignia de valor y tesoro histórico nacional.
Orgullo de nuestra ciudad.

Te he nombrado quinceañera
Porque te veo en plena juventud,
Por nuestras historias compartidas
Alegrías, deseos y anhelos,
Sueños que quedan inscritos en fotografía
De jovencitas esperando su presentación
Oficial ante la sociedad.
Y de padres anhelando que sus hijas,
tengan una vereda sin espinas
al los años pasar.

Bella arquitectura
Monumento sin igual
Atraes al que pase
Escondiendo tus detalles
Detrás de esas hojas
Abanico singular.

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