One Time

one time 2

 

it was just one time

running from was running to

and the whole world changed

 

it was only once

twilight of an isolated

and then it was night

 

it was just one time

two beaten souls smudged by love

and separation

 

it was only once

but that’s all it took to fly

and the whole world changed

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art and haiku by Clinock.

art: mixed media on panel. 10 x 8 inch. 25 x 20 cm.

 

Mexico – Adios por ahora

Version 2

 

 

 

 

 

photo by Clinock

Mexico – Carnaval, (vamos juntos)

Parade people SMA

 

Kids SMA

 

wigs

 

Old boys SMA

Photos by Clinock

 

Mexico – Carnaval, (metamorfosis)

Parade make up SMA

Carnivales

butterfly

us.

we paint our faces

decorate our bodies with coloured music

emerge into ritual

 

we transform our selves

shedding skins we thought were us

casting our masks into fire

 

Carnivales

butterfly

us.

the Old Ones open their arms

welcome us

singing our secret names

 

we prepare our hearts

to dance with the spirits

of the sun

~~~~~~

 

 

Photo and Poem by Clinock

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mexico – campanas y nubes

sma domes and sunset

it has never failed

and it was planned to be so

by the white fathers

sma campinale

I speak of the bells

that oscillate in the heart

and call us call us

call us

3 bells

the cloud / sky romance

magicked us eons before

and we reach out still

 

into the beautiful blue loneliness of space

~~~~~~

 

poem and photographs by Clinock

Mexico – camino en belleza

centuries of feet

sun and rain and heated rock

creating magic

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closely absorbing

the sidewalks of San Miguel

painter’s ecstasy

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each breath enchanted

every step a masterpiece

each day on my knees

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so many wonders

geological galleries

in these dusty streets

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photography and haiku by clinock

Mexico – lo viejo y lo nuevo

Mexico – the old and the new

Mexico the new and the old

 

Mexico Old Woman

 

Mexico the old and the new 2

 

“What if the heart does not pale as the body wanes,

but is like the sun that blazes hotter each day

on these immense, perishing fields? What then?”

Poem by Jack Gilbert

Photographs by Clinock