
Children in schoolyards
still believe the world is round
but we know better
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Children in schoolyards
still believe the world is round
but we know better
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I wait for the end
my bold and final pas d’une
full house, empty seats
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

She got up and asked,
Mind if I use your bathroom?
and I replied,
Absolutely.
After a few minutes
I was lulled back to sleep
by the sound of her
running the tub’s tap.
I awoke to an empty bed,
the water still running,
the clock clearly showed
that most of the night had passed.
I swung myself off the bed,
my feet sinking into soaked carpet.
I rapped on the bathroom door.
Chloe? Chloe!
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I understand now
the future stands behind us
till time is ready
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

I cherished this life
each morning spent over dew
to wait for the rains
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Why can’t elopers?
Melons and cantaloupes can
All you need’s thick skin
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Keep my wipers slow
like more blur than clarity
rains cascade, wet lips
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

A midnight bolero on the beach,
upright bass, piano, congero,
dos Latinas sing harmony
of lost loves, what could-have-been,
good and bad.
We shuffle our feet bare
through the sand
finding the beat
in the center of our soles
weighty and balanced.
How can one woman
smell and taste so good?
I carry your flavor,
exhale your scent.
We swing, sway
as one, navel
to navel, thigh
to thigh.
On barren shore, in silhouette,
palm to cheek, lips to the long
vein of your throat.
On the downbeat,
small light kisses.
Latinas in minor thirds,
so sad.
The rhythm of the trio
finds the upbeat to its liking
imparts a feel of flight,
of never letting go,
to search but not to find
release.
We are grooved deep in sand,
perfectly slotted, orbits
from millions of eternities,
beneath stars that burn hot
but not away.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Sabor A Mi lyrics
Tanto tiempo disfrutamos de este amor
nuestras almas se acercaron tanto a así
que yo guardo tu sabor
pero tú llevas también
sabor a mí.
Si negaras mi presencia en tu vivir
bastaría con abrazarte y conversar
tanta vida yo te dí
que por fuerza tienes ya
sabor a mí.
No pretendo ser tu dueño
no soy nada yo no tengo vanidad
de mi vida doy lo bueno
soy tan pobre, que otra cosa puedo dar.
Pasarán mas de mil años, muchos mas
yo no sé si tenga amor la eternidad
pero allá, tal como aquí
en la boca llevarás
sabor a mí.
Songwriter(s): Cesar Manuel Valle Rojas, Jose Ramon Garcia Florez
Copyright: Beechwood De Mexico Sa De Cv

All it takes
is a little prick
with a pin
to burst your bubble.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013

Today I open myself up
to all possibilities.
I set my face in new postures
using cheekbones rarely used,
smile higher,
frown imperceptibly.
I go with the thoughts
that I typically reject,
reject the notion
that I’m typical.
I speak in rhythms
foreign to my ear,
possibly those of the Ute
or the Inuit.
I sample new things to eat,
both alive and dead,
kiss a vegan
full on her lips.
I shift my musical tastes
to new genre,
baroque ska,
ragtime trance.
I aspire
to even loftier goals,
degrees in divine aura,
or a soup-kitchen sous.
I spontaneously burst
into dance, small jigs,
sometimes arms akimbo,
I tango on.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013