This space
that opens like a sky
is to sing
in the language they know


in the form of the word
in the letter
I pronounce your name
in oil on the canvas

I sing
with my voice
with my color
Wind meat
lips of cloud
navel without winter

I am here
I get up
every morning
I make a toast with the first ray
of Helius

You're the genius azure
for to be the writer perfect
of this tonight
this time 
in this story
this avatar.

Autor: Luis Cabrera Vigo
Pintura: Óleo de la serie "Sueños Prohibidos" de Luis Alarcon Mendoza

I am the son of the sea
and their furies

I rise like a wave peaceful
and i advance on the road
of good men
handle a bus
with tie
with pick and shovel
with pen and dreams

At noon
I am  passenger with hungry
no tie
with tools aside
with dreams rowdy

I am the sea
but raging sea
My cross is
daily fatigue
helpless mothers
a father without a kingdom
a brother with hernia
and these feet that do not learn to take care of themselves

Outburst
I am the foam
I burst into a thousand scents

and before the night tide
back to Calm
as an strange sea turtle shell .

Autor: Luis Cabrera Vigo
Ilustración: Pintura al óleo de Wendy Weeks- USA

I

is almost
         your mouth

flight / glide / I in fall

from afar
          soothsayer
              step
         panting

always
I will be
       behind the mirror

a song
hidden
            unknown note


match the letter with your name



almost
      this is
your arm
your Space
your loneliness

your progeny

closely are the fierce candor
nobody knows

Outside mirror
newly
kiss our shadows.

Autor: Luis Cabrera Vigo
Pintura: "Vuelo azul" de Katya Santillan -Perú

I'll find in the sea
what you missed
I lost your voice
of your scent
      albatross woman

there shall find your footprints
among the remains of dried fish

between the boats that melt the Sun

among crabs
      filled with sand
         quiet life

Autor: Luis Cabrera Vigo


Óleo "Atardecer en Huanchaco" de Adam Alexander Boggio Aguilar
 

Ahí
sobre mi cielo sigue Orión
como una gigantesco misterio
con sus tres estrellas alineadas
y las cuatro
que vigilan hacia los confines del universo

Ahí
sigue en este rectángulo del cielo
como hace mil, dos mi años

ha pasado de todo aquí en el barro
y aún creo en tus ojos
y en tu color

Casa Vigo, 8 enero 2013
LCV

Un paso y otro paso
un mar y un sueño
un silencio
un espanto
es la huella del misterio sólo sé
que del color del cielo
es tu travesía...

20 octubre 2012.
LCV