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"Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe." John Lennon
Blue Sky Room
resides a flower.
A flower delicate,
Planted in soil
enriched with culture.
Where west meets east
A flower strong
exulting faith, intertwining life,
Growth from nurturing,
life giving moisture.
Strength in its past, towards its future.
There resides my flower.
In the Blue Sky Room.
Photograph by Alejandra Platt.
Alejandra Platt is an award-winning photographer. She spent seven years traveling extensively
throughout her native Mexico, creating a photographic survey of its indigenous peoples.
A book of this work, En el nombre de Dios: Fotografías de los pueblos indígenas de México,
was published by High Tech Editores, Mexico City.
For more resources on Ms. Platt's work visit The Center for Mexican American Studies.
I will be posting poems, photographs and essays of indigenous peoples, especially of Latino America, from various artists, poets and writers, as well as my own writings. More information and resources will be posted in my Latino weblog, El Nicoya which is also the name of my upcoming latino information and resource website, El Nicoya. Look for all things Latino there.
Celebración de Niño’s
de las aldeas dispersadas.
Las montañas cerca,
Cantamos nuestra canción tradicional,
Con las guitarras,
eterna musica de nuestra gente.
De prehistoria, a poste-trauma'tico,
y cambios poste-modernos,
nunca seamos silenciosa, adaptándose.
Nuestra historia guardadó siempre.
Con las guitarras y las canciones,
nuestra vidas, vivo.
being gone so long,
you forgot who you were
when you left?
You don't want to think about
where you've been
so you start all over again.
Imagine a trip
taken long ago and
the only way back
was to leave.
It's only an end of
If only I had known then.
discovering who you
There, you find
spirit art and dance
rewarded with another chance.
and all of your swiping
give it another look.
The feeling today
your intelligent views
like endless ripples of
the skeeters moves
I didn't hurt you
You set yourself up
with lies and make believe tales.
Be that as it may
but no matter what
It's time for separate ways.
El reloj de sol
Es parte de nuestra vida
Y el rio Sacramento
Con las manos de Calatrava
Una bella creación
Con el arte de su Alma
Y amor de su corazón
Get Away From It All
slip into a tranquil feeling,
getting away from it all?
In a serene climate,
relax in your aura's paradise,
unwind in the delights of nature,
play out your roles in placid wonderment.
Why not try living
It is the most under-populated
place of all, on earths green pastures.
It's free for all to visit,
unhindered by dogma or doctrine,
undisturbed by the human-race.
Speed, or the so called success and accomplishments.
Transfused with every natural species of life
beauty, joy and love abound.
Un-congested by the billions
of educated, informed, and sophisticated people
who believe it does not exist and
will tell you to get real.
Get Real. Loosen up on your ego's grip
swing on high notes of the soul
follow through your hearts content
keep your head in-tune with insights
observe the emptiness.
And beyond memories,
become aware of the intelligence
transfused in silent gaps
immersed in wisdom's blue bands.
Levy's poem edited by Jorge for better
flow yet staying true to content and idea.
Goodbye Love. Let me be
You shut the door
and left me without a word.
I never knew the knife you wielded
waiting for my return.
Because when I saw, you were gone
I knew the prophecy had come true.
Where were you when I needed you?
Where did you all go?
"I LOVE YOU" until you cross this line,
"Can I come over, wanna drink some wine?"
I can't take the break anymore
Love's left its mark.
When I can finally say you're the one
that I'll stay with forever
then, love, let me be
Goodbye was the last thing
I thought I would say.
You said it for me.
You did well for yourself.
One of the poems above submitted by a Majical student. For comments please just email me at
Sculpture by Candace Miller.
Carnal, Sultry Night
beneath the giant oak.
zipping in and around the ivy,
like a small metropolis.
Your skin, hot to the touch
of the outside. Air
thick like the summers
of Nicaragua. My only
hope is not to burn
when love murmurs its sigh.
Coming Soon! The poem "Love is not a Contract"
Full article of "Love is not a Contract" can be read at the Majical Blog. "Turn and Face the Strange" by David Bowie
"Love is a Battlefield" sung by Pat Benatar
Love to Dance (Click Here
Music and Lyrics by Jorge Arguello Where I come from we love to dance
In Matagalpa girls take a chance
We look into their eyes and
Hold them close and we say
Qué bonita eres muñequita
Danced with a girl who stole my heart
Saw her smile right from the start
She say she love me too fast
sometimes it's too fast, it don't last
Girl say she won't break my heart
our loving feels good to me
So we DANCE
LOVE TO DANCE
I danced with this girl I danced with that
Returned to my muñequita I'm never looking back
I knew that someday I'd find
A girl that I could call mine
She tell me-she love me-she mean it
Happy we'll always be
So we DANCE
LOVE TO DANCE
Que es lo que soy?
Poem and Doodle Art by Jorge Arguello
vengo de Nicaragua
by Jorge Arguello
The reprint of Hike High will appear in the student text component of Language!, which is the comprehensive literacy curriculum by Jane Fell Greene. The curriculum is designed to help students whose English reading and writing skills fall below a certain level, and is geared toward English as a Second Language students, special education students, and "curriculum casualties" from the third grade up, particularly middle school students.
by Jorge Arguello
I dream of buses. Mine moves, and always running
I wave at the two, waving back, smiling.
My bus seems always parked, yet people complaining.
The chota comes only to admire and stare in wonderment.
In my mind, music reigns and the guitars ring,
in the hands of the percusses king.
The Beatles play and John's solo is great.
Only he can make that happen, in my empty garage.
I am an observer, yet also involved.
My bus dream rich with many treasures to keep.
With the colors swirling and my mind cleared
maybe I will realize what they say.
As I go down the hill the two smile and wave.
I too, wave back and smile,
in my bus dream.
Music, Photographs and Poetry by Jorge Arguello except where noted.
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