Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

The Sun Is Less Than Gentle

 

When the sun is less than gentle.

leaves barely stir.

I daydream of ice and snow;

the joy of ice cream or iced cold

lemonade.  The sun shakes me

from daydreaming.  It wages war

on my head; beats on me like a drum.

I laugh to keep from weeping.

I want to go into a deep sleep, where my

slumbers lead me to an ice storm and

the arms of an ice monster tries to

comfort me.  But I am not asleep and

the sun is like an evil monster 

plunging its talons into my eyes.

Peering Into the Sun

 

Everyday something new happens

now and then.

The sunlight bears witness.

 

Life is uncertain.

The bright lights could fade.

 

A person could change his name

or go through life nameless.

 

The sun will shine on.

Sometimes it will drive you to tears.

 

You could wake up with amnesia.

 

Somewhere there will be talk of war.

War is the only certain thing.

 

Peering into the sun

the soldier has no time to dream.

 

The sun will rise and fall.

An enemy, real or imagined,

 

will always lurk.  For a moment,

man will come to its senses.

Summer Sings for You

Summer sings for you.

I see it in your eyes.
The pure sky looks upon

the most beautiful thing

walking in the afternoon.
Summer is leaping with joy.

The sun shines on your skin.

At night the stars’ lights
land on your face and shine

brighter when you smile.

Summer sings for you.
In the warm evening

the birds sing from the trees

and cool breezes fill the air.

The blue sky of morning
dances when you laugh.
Summer is beautiful
and so are you.