The Valley and Hunters
It was by chance that I stumbled into this valley, protected as it was
by thorny bushes, poisonous snakes, and scorpions, a sting from them
And you had five minutes to scan the sky looking for an answer
Intrepid is my name, and my dog's name is Fearless.
tired and battle-scarred, we came down to the well and drank till
We needed water no more.
We met a 60-year-old camel, a survivor of a circus. I put my dog
between the camel's humps to scan the landscape.
I swam in the pond among amorous crocodiles till the dog barked
and morally reminded me I was a human.
How happy we were back then, thought we had found blessedness
until a shot was fired and they collapsed, blood coming out of
Its nostril ran into the lake, and forever it was polluted
This was the last explored place for hunters that had been breached by a tractor
The Portuguese hunters hated us. I picked up the dog and us
found our way back to the main roads, finding another valley was
not easy, but we had to try… perhaps Spain is not like Portugal
with ****** people who love killing things.
But my dog was not well. I carried it home, gave it water, and it
did not want to eat. In the morning, it was dead in my arms. I think
looking for bliss became too much for her tender heart-

Is time a healer

When they widened the road
A two-hundred-year-old olive tree
was removed
It was a crime.
A crime soon forgotten.
What tree? Is asked
There is a Gaza
What Gaza? Is asked

the fear


The fear that has no name, it is there, churning away
for no reason, until today when awake
with peace in my heart
I used to be angry with myself, which made me disengage
With life around me, I became morose and bored
to serous, no fun to be around
I used to wake up early, sit by the bed for hours, not
getting anything done, getting up, drinking coffee
Shall I eat a cake or not
I had seen that day at the local supermarket
to elderly gents on holiday, they had bought beer and
looked at ease in their elderliness 
That was what I had to do, not pretend to be a pretending youth
But embrace myself, sagging stomach, muscular arm
turned into chopsticks 
What the ****, you silly man, you can write and
express yourself and be fearless of your opinions
With my sanity restored, I slept until eight

the philosopher

The ambulance helicopter
landed on a field near the houses
and upset the mule who was
considering the philosophy of
Bernard Henry-Levy.
It had just reached the conclusion
The man was a featherweight
thinker, but looked good in his
a dark blue velvety suit.
When the clatter of the chopper
subsided, it wondered how many
doctor titles and universities do
A man needs to be careful before turning into an idiot.

The Hope

In a poem I read
Trees are so green
The avenue was full of green leaves
fallen to the ground
Curled up, pale brown and dry
blown by the cold wind
I can hear a whisper
We are still beautiful
Within us, there is knowledge
of a spring to come

A nation'rainbow

It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent 
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand 
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape 
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
****** to death since this was no longer
Possibly the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and 
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they 
turned green and could not hide their socialism 
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
Classify all classes, beetroots for the royals 
deep yellow for the middle class, and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
Their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone's
equals, but instead build bigger prisons

When love strikes

Love or the emotion of infatuation 
is a disturbing feeling, making us
willing to risk humiliation
I have met and loved several women
In my life, but I have been in love once
That was when I was middle-aged 
but quite unaware of my years
She spoke English wonderfully
Was it her voice I loved or herself?
The wife I had was English, too
but didn't like to live in Portugal, Liverpool
the place where she thrived
We got divorced, which I didn't mind
thought I had found the love I needed
In the woman who spoke wonderfully
The beginning was a lovely time
I even met her posh mother
The abar was where she drank heavily, but
I sat about rescuing her
To save someone who doesn't want
To be saved is a waste of time
Behind my back, she began an affair
With a Dutch person, why is that
Race tall and wear unrimmed glasses
For a while, I took up drinking, which
I'm not good at it; it makes me confused
I tried to unlove her, but she is still
in my heart as a sweet memory that
Once upon a time, I was young