Photos by Clinock
Mexico – Carnaval, (vamos juntos)
Photos by Clinock
Street Art
Mexico – Carnaval, (metamorfosis)
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
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Photo and Poem by Clinock
Mexico – camino en belleza
centuries of feet
sun and rain and heated rock
creating magic
closely absorbing
the sidewalks of San Miguel
painter’s ecstasy
each breath enchanted
every step a masterpiece
each day on my knees
so many wonders
geological galleries
in these dusty streets
photography and haiku by clinock
Mexico – protegar esta casa
protect this house
and all who live
behind this door
from
the darkness of ignorance
from
unkind words and thoughts and acts
from
complacency of mind and spirit
from
sad and vengeful ghosts
from
forgetting
love
photo and poem by clinock
Mexico – Cinco de Mayo
So many souls sacrificed for Mexico,
in Mexico,
May 5th. 1862,
Cinco de Mayo.
So many souls sacrificed
every minute, every day, every year,
in every nation,
at every beat of the drum,
at every beat of the heart
so many souls.
photographs and poem by Clinock
Mexico – graceful among fishes
eating helado
entranced by a wall of salmon
a floating of tiles
here is simple peace
the doorway a Madonna
graceful among fishes
Photograph and Haiku by Clinock
Mexico – Cantina Las Perras
we thought it a bordello at first
but the name is actually for the seven female dogs
panting and drooling over our naked toes
on the cool blue tiles of the inner patio
where we drifted over Margarita icebergs
singing with the whales
all afternoon
uno mas por favor
under painted stone arches
perros bailando
crude but Ohhhh
so much better than the poker playing canines
my grandmother proudly hung on her parlor wall
without a trace of irony
I thought of you today
before dawn
as I was torn from sleep again
by the barking, crowing soundtrack to the Mexican dream
Sabes que te extrano?
you are far enough away to wake in peace
tienes suerte
but you do not see these torrid colours
around every corner
and you don’t have me
missing you
any more
cola entre mis piernas
sweating
howling
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Photograph and poem by Clinock
