LOVING

I close my eyes and smile, remembering your words,

even feeling your breath on my skin....

As a sandy path, soft and warm

through me up to the sea

you were filled by my

seaside scent.....

Your hands touched me in the distance,

stroking my body,

discovering my secrets...

And your lips kissed me thru time

long and sweet kisses

full of tenderness.....

Slowly without words

gazing each other

we danced the magic

music of love......

Your taste and mine

your skin and mine

your sighs and mine

in the eternal night

never to be forgotten....

You and I

through the threshold

holding hands

smiling at the sunset

awaiting us.....

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I NEED YOU NEAR...

I need you near

your words

are recorded in my mind

I repeat them while

I think of you...so far away...

While you sleep

in the south of the old planet

I smile thinking

of that sunset we

have planned...

How it will be to gaze at you

how our first hug will feel

how it will be when we laugh

when we sing

when we share so many

things we yearn to tell....

We have lived so much lile

We have been in the same places

but in a different time....

It saddens me to know you so late in life

but I know how

valuable things

take time in arrive...

Our friendship is cute

we communicate

in this virtual world

slowly opening

the door we had closed

tired of sorrows

thinking it would be

forever....

But the surprising love

unexpected arrival

is like spring

appears one morning

full of flowers

to remind us

there is hope yet.....

Thank you my sweet friend

for the beautiful moments

you have given me.....

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YOUR VOICE IN THE MEMORY

I remember you laughing, with that warm, frank smile

your big brother's sweet voice, teaching me

when I sat to watch you play guitar

how easy was for you to compose those melodies

that I will never forget ....

Such tender eyes, watching the children

the tenderness of your hugs to the old ladies

who came to greet you ..

walking surrounded by humble people

everyone wanted to touch you ...

It was the Chilean people

it was your beloved people

those women who bake the bread

those who rise at dawn

those men who toil under the sun

sitting down to lunch under the trees

singing your songs ...

Those children, tan skin,with black olive eyes smiling

Pachi Here is our future, you used to tell me

caressing their heads as you walked by ..

How often three of us, you, Richard and I

went to Valparaiso to sing, touring roads and streets

of those steep hills in your truck ....

how we laughed thinking" what if the breaks fail"..

somewhere, going down those streets...

They were happy years, my friend

were days of music, brotherhood

where we sat to play guitar

surrounded by ponchos and flutes

Now that you are gone

to sing through the universe,

your music still lives

in all of us who know you, but also in many more who follow your example....

Copyright ©2011 Sonia Paz Baronvine

Poem for my friend Victor Jara

PINCOYA

Pincoya

In the night, when everyone sleeps
you come silently from the water
shaking your algae hair
and with your phosphorescent eyes
of nocturnal sea..you look at the stars....

Emerging from the water
naked, your golden skin
reflects the moonlight
and when you inhale the
marine air, magically you
transform into a woman..

Leaving footprints on the cold sand
you walk slowly, unhurried...
followed by fireflies
that cling to your hair
you shine in the dark....

And gently, smiling
you sing
a sweet melody
Pincoya turns and turns
dancing under the
moonlight....

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SPRING IS NEAR...

Walking thru the park..
holding my little grandson's hand
I see the blooming pink trees
and he points at the pretty flowers..

Spring is near,
I can feel it in the scent
that surrounds us...

As I hold him in my arms
the wind blows some
petals on my hair,
and I delight with his giggle..

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Sonia Paz Baronvine

WINTER'S WIND

Driving in the rain
at night..
blurred colorful lights pass me by
holiday leftover
from diehard neighbors....

It is winter in Central California
and I am cold, I also cry easily
lately... because my son is sick...

It is hard to keep a cheerful face
when inside of me I have
this heavy heart...

You my oldest son,
once bright, witty, strong
now sad, sarcastic, weak
the cancer hurting you,
the chemo poisoning you,

And me...
praying to all the goddesses
in the middle of the park
away from everyone
crying under the rain
screaming to the winter's
wind to ask mother earth
to heal you...

My tears are salty
they fall copiously
from my tired eyes
down to my neck
as I search the stars
for an answer.....

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Sonia Paz Baronvine

HALLOWEEN AGAIN...

After the rain, my grandson and I
walk holding hands among the pumpkins
pointing at this one and that one..
He runs up and down the patch, his eyes sparkling,
filled with joy..
Memories of choosing pumpkins long time ago,
with his mom at his age, come back to me....
Halloween Again...
In the Autumn afternoon I feel the air brisk,
the aroma of wet earth,
while he chooses one and insists on carrying it himself...
Holding his treasure, we walk, he smiles at me, with rosy cheeks,

and tells me how we will carve it and place a candle inside
Halloween Again....
Time for costumes and candy, red apples and dry corn
As we drive away, he tells me,
this is the best pumpkin ever, grandma!

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Sonia Paz Baronvine