A bean riding on a car…
It’s sits quietly waiting to be feed
…. watching the sun
Before, it’s gets on a dinner table
Admiring all its views … before is consumed
It prefers to be obedient before becoming a treat
Soon, may be on a museum display
The most resourceful seed that gives
To be onto a diner table …
A resturant’s favorite Dominican feast
In Puerto Plata … LHVR
Lifestyle Holidays Vacation Resorts
Perhaps in a dream … no, in reality
It can be eaten, more endless of it
May you ask why?
It is a very special bean
Born in DR … it extends its seeds continuously
As it can feed endless of that many
It has no … expiration date
It’s gives always, more of it as it never ends
… as it arrived from Spain virgin bean
Born in Spain land … where Matadors lives
As the bulls, runs free with an arrow
Now new seeds in DR are spread
Where Spaniards are declared hombres
With sombrero or not!
They’re the real macho man
Never tell a Spaniard, women wares the pants
They’ll fight to prove it’s not them!
Don’t you ever let …
Know that … they not men with Spanish blood
They dominate their home’s
Their children, their offsprings
They’ll fight you tooth or nail every spring or not
They, hombres with sombreros
Men with hats
With honor and all
They may have holes in their pockets
However, they’ll never let you know
Man of honor … they, til they die!
They may be 4 feet tall
They think, of 9 feet instead
You can’t debate a Spanish man
Yea, you can’t debate a Spaniard man
You’ll never win over a Spaniard
Why? They were once pirates braved man
Until, this date still?
They’ve tradition, aiming instead to be free
They believe in freedom and “Quien Diran”
A thing of the past, you tell me!
El quien diran!
Their blood is never thin nor thick
Their veins connected to hombre de Espana
Like Don Quijote, Don Juan and El Qiuen Diran
As they stand tall
Even thin or wide
They think they all wise!
They are, because all man are right?
They Superman
Not from krypton
But, they may be
They all are … Planet Espana-Onanixo
They love endless, mi amor
… con el sol with the endless sun
They die …
50 billion of times for you
When they commit to you
Their blood, not red like everyone
It’s redder different because, it’s real love
Can anyone be a Spaniard?
Just ask a bull
Whom has die
Like a hero
With an arrow struck to his heart bleeding out
Like a hero… dying bravely
With arrows pierced aimed perfectly
Yes, striking his arteries am sad to hear that
A matador, a bullfighter
In Spain, caught my eyes
I experienced a bullfight
As I closed my eyes …
I couldn’t bare a soul, die pierced onto his heart
I died too …
My ancestors may had been from Spain
Born in DR …
A carribean seed
Came to be …
Has lived in NYC free from Trujillo
He aimed to grabbed young girls
If your dad stood in his ways
He killed all your families too
He made sure all genes gone
He was feared by all Dominicans
Even today, I feared a man like Trujillo
I am free to be a citizen of the USA
Where my love stand strong and grows more
Everyday there exists seeds of love
Mi espiritu is my mirrow that is free
Am by the pool
Am in it … being
Cooked and bathed by the sun
What you think of me
… is irrelevant!
I got to go …
Where my spirit takes me
I am free from hate
Can you tell?
The sun loves me …
It’s one of the treasure not listen … not listed
I often haven spoken to this sun
Who have spoken to me
I will not tell you the topic
I prefer you to guess
The sun keeps me warm and strong
Its colors suits me … very well
The colors of the sun do you really know?
Why don’t you know?
Let me try to explain …
The colors of the sun is white, colorless
Emitting colors of visible spectrum
Colors of yellow, orange and red
All appearing more like a new earth
Learning more of it, I care for it …
Red-yellow-orange wavelengths
Joined as astronauts observed this sun
… brilliance of white seen
They marvel at this splendor’s scenes
No one screams but, beam of the lights seen
As the sun rise and sets in
The sunrise-sunset
As husband’s and wife’s
Blue lights sets in … as nature sings
Leaving reds and oranges all within
I now must go, I must take a nap with him
My love … my son and multiple colors sun
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet
