The Crab
You shake the golden sparkles of your happiness and in the clarity of the mind are confused both salty sea arrogance and passive sand kindness.
How you expect me to understand you, If I am the crab that lets itself been taken to your revolts without thinking it a minute, and when it finds that you are calm down, it shows its parts to call your attention?
You ignore me and right when I believe that the tide has stopped, and I want to bury in your calmness, you return again, involving me with your sweet waves and there I go again... right to the epicenter of the tidal wave you are planning to whip against my armored world...

by Kenkeni

Guamuchil

In the highest point of the sky,
the sun punishes the glance,
It is difficult to open the eyes completely,
Because the sluggish and tired rainbow
Cannot adapt so fast to sunshine.

In the deepest of his soul,
The Earth punishes the barefoot feet
Burning calluses cause him to hurry the hike
to find some shade that can refresh his live.

To the border, a cliff that protects the cactus,
the thorns force him to be aware in his step.
To the other side, a wall of guizaches remembers to him,
the modesty of who barefoot by the mountain goes.

After the last hill journeyed with pain,
a green valley covers the heated sight
and in the middle of all that fanciful scenery,
just between hills and little streams,
the lonely Guamuchil is,
Dozing at the wind’s compass.

‘Mister Guamuchil with delicious fruit:
The Barefoot man to your shade comes.
Do extend then all your leaves
and give shelter to this your friend
who rests and fillets his feet,
in the shade of your branches.’

At the shade of the Guamuchil
The barefoot anxious arrives
his feet bleed pricked,
but no tear comes out of his eyes
He lays in his taken root friend’s trunk
and this one protects him throwing fruits to his bag.

by Kenkeni