Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Dementia


Who will stand with me?

Who will remember

the things I have forgotten?

 

All the beautiful and terrible things?

 

The city frightens me.

I feel the harsh light

 

when I go outside.  I live in fear,

quite the opposite from my


daring days when

I was a different person.


There are cracks in my foundation

and my voice lacks strength.




Look and See Where You Walk


Watch it. Don’t step in it.

That crack will break your back.

Watch it. Don’t be like that.

Look and see where you walk.

 

Just forge ahead and go.

Don’t be a silly clown.

Everybody should know

that things are not as they

 

seem to be. Just take care.

Look and see where you walk.

Hear the birds sing their songs.

Write the book of your life.

 

Look and see where you walk.

Find your smile. Put your frown

away. What time is it?

 

Take a stroll down the street.

Start your day. Hear the beat.

Play the fool.  Tell the truth.

Surprise everybody.

 

Do the things that please you.

Just forge ahead and go.

Let your heart lead the way.




Dry 


Dry as a desert

my hand cracks

my lips crack

my eyes cannot

make tears.


Dry without your love

my heart cracks

my dreams crack

my mouth does not

water.


Dry as the dust bowl

my land cracks

my house cracks

my feet dance for

rain.


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