As this is a general introduction into my world and how i live and think, here are a couple of poems from over the last 10 years or so. This first one is called .................... THE TORTURES

Under torture he finally confessed
to being a torturer himself :
"Yes , i tortured others,
but only to find out if they
themselves had tortured anyone."

The torturers seemed not wholly convinced,
and they continued to torture their victim,
remorselessly, until finally just before dawn,
when most people die and as many are born
they had him, broken , " Please, no more !"

Then tell us, you did do more than torture
your victims , didn't you ? Confess everything."
"Alright," he screamed, ' I did do more.
I tortured them until they confessed everything
Tortured them until they finally confessed
to having killed their victims.

At last the torturers appeared satisfied,
for they brought a small mirror and held it
a short distance from the victim's mouth.
Then with one sharp blow they smashed
the mirror into ten hundred tiny fragments

SECRET LOVE
I want to scream out loud
how much i love you
but i hold it in my heart
as i would a tiny sparrow fallen from the tree

I feel tempted
to move the mountains
but what of the sheep
and the eagle's resting place

As for tonight i throw
everything into my sesta
and say :
Mańana, mańana. So much to do, yet all i really want
is to do it all with you.

UNTITLED
When all is done and said,
so many times so many weary ways
we sit together,
gazing into the fire
of our unknowing.