Haikus (wie aus der Ferne)

... american Haiku.

25.06.06 - Bon Voyage!

La hierba seca -
Una nube escapa
y lejos la ve.

Agua se cuela
el aire no alcanza -
La rana muere de sed.

There blossom the trees
shining coming over me -
bees singing around.

The sidewalk stares
the bottels remain broken -
Rain drops on his head.

All sorts of green
the wet dirt and hot sky -
She closes the window.

Aire espeso de la tarde -
Amarilla bruma hirviente
y yo halo una maleta.

Deep gray sky -
The little man stands
behind the crowd.

A cat over the fence
big fat great liar -
No fly will leave.

26.06.06

The pouring rain falls
the thunder spreads -
I see through tarnished windows.

Every macondian's sleeping
Loud guitars for the road -
Only I can listen?

Expecting on the road to arrive
too many hours of yawning
Just to go back.

El corazón se alegra -
Vuelven la brisa y las olas
y todo sufre.

Aplauden las hojas
el sol las quema -
murmura una ola.

Hierba fresca
tierra húmeda -
Mis pies no tocan.

Dirty shoes
ratty threadbare jeans -
away from home.

27.06.06

Get to work on time
greeting everyone -
Light one up and leave.

Too much empty space
Shadows from what's forgotten -
Zen and the art of leaving.

28.06.06

The waking light -
Twisting to fit your body
and she doesn't call.

The phone rings
even the strong ones run -
Wrong number.

Unforgettable -
All those hours of being with you
unaffectedly.

Your warm smiles
your hands teaching me the way -
Pretend to listen.

Going away
the unknown neighborhood -
A girl's lacing her shoe.

29.06.06

Turn on the PC
bad old hot coffee -
A young man's working.

---3/5/3---

Ojos ven
vuelo de aves -
En casa.

The leaves glow -
I can't see the sun
Shines on, though.

Drinking slow
the sweet warmth of yours -
morning wind.

New chapter
dim leaves and a book -
Character.

Sick savior
pass the hat around -
Numbed howling.

Gone overboard
the cold water and flow -
snakes lurk.

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The gray expentance
A soft light heating the air -
Looking at the door.

And now upon those trees
all sorts of brown, red, yet green -
Behind closed windows.

02.07.06

A leaf falls -
The speed of its sounds
the colors into my ears.

Un vándalo ladrando cifras
la verdad no existe
balance contable - sulfuro.

Wandering feet
the long road to walk -
Dharma bum.

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por A.M. BRIGANTI

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