Biography of Guillermo Veloso
a chef by trade, lover of life, it's passions and pains.
Guillermo Veloso Poems
The poetry of a blind man Is not metered In contrast hue or color It is textured
A Dangerous Rose
Glistening under the African sun Taino heat rising through her, The scent of rum and sea,
A single lost rose Abandoned on the road Blood red on asphalt black A discarded thought
We pack our time in Bundles of 10 Each year a fractal of the greater life Time and passage
La Marea No Perdona
Te dejo ahora Y por cierto Ya llego la hora de Lola Suelta ya las sogas
Best feed the black dog Its chalky milk Surrender to its subtle growl Allow it space
Peace Be With You, My Brother
You have bitten my arm and Drawn blood Peace be with you my brother You have gnawed my bones and
My Wild God Blooms
I live with a wild god Of no face Of no voice Of no intent
Have you ever seen the sun at midnight? Have you ever felt the cool rain on a cloudless day? Have you ever run your toes through the tall grass on a city street? Have you ever made love to a lover on a loveless night?
Love lost when is love lost? When fallen kisses and caresses Are shadows on the neck and lip
Earth As Woman
Giving, full and ripe Brazen treacherous Jealous of her seas Worn and new
Somewhere Far Away
Somewhere an ocean spreads on a sleeping beach Somewhere a wave falls red with krill Somewhere a blue whale leaps in scaffold breach Somewhere a tern paints an arctic sky
Morning’s A Memory
Memories lap Upon my dream-shore Like the morning tide They stain my sands
Best We Follow
We are travelers all
Vagrants, gypsies on this fickle path
Pitching tents on shifting sands under stranger suns
Staring at stars that cannot recognize us
Spinning constellations on random dots
Do you lament the sunset?
Can you count the souls as they drift away?
Can you smell their essence on the vanishing breeze?
Can you feel the lost skin and touch of lovers gone?