SandScript 2022

Gracias por Existir en Este Aquí y en Este Ahora
Fernanda Cueva
Que bonito el poder decir que somos humanos,
que podemos sentir el sol besar nuestra piel,
entrelazar manos creadoras,
el frío y el calor abrazando al cuerpo,
sentir lo que nos hace estar aquí,
y cada remolino que nos viene hacer bailar.
Que bonito compartir el andar a pies descalzos por aquí
y poder decir te quiero en esta frecuencia y vibración.
Que bonito es ser humana junto a ti.
Thank You For Existing Right Here Right Now
Fernanda Cueva
How beautiful it is to say we’re human,
that we can feel the sun kissing our skin,
interlacing creative hands,
cold and heat embracing the body,
feeling what allows us to be here,
and every whirl that comes making us dance.
How beautiful to share barefoot walking around here,
and to be able to say I love you in this frequency and vibration.
How beautiful it is to be human next to you.
October 3, 2018
Eric S Cerda
I got the call today
The tone, the message
even my response
is how I pictured it
I’ve waited, I’ve anticipated
for I knew it would come
I had seen the corrosion in your skin
and I turned my head away
I remember sitting in your warm kitchen on weekday’s afternoon
Sun-soaked table with slices of tiramisu and coffees
I took mine then with milk and sugar, it’s liquid candy
You asked me how I’ve been and what’s new in this tepid life
I repeated once again “fine and nothing,” and nothing more
I wished to tell you stories of ceremonious glories and fatal heartbreaks
but how could I lie to you
I watched wrinkled hands of hard-fought life stir gentle circles
Your serene eyes stared with sweet sympathy in silence
and when coffees were drunk and cake gobbled, I said “later”
My selfishness, my guilt
I didn’t want to come around
Shut my eyes, don’t breathe the air
In the bedroom of ghastly despair
Oh how I hated that you were you
You the bones that couldn’t hold skin
Probed with rubber tubes that smelled
of nauseating chemicals for disease
and a skull that can only show
the distortion and the anguish
You couldn’t recognize me
and I didn’t want to
Why couldn’t you have been you?
I wanted a result
To move forward. Free
But oh, how I wished
that I never got the call
and to be able to say “later”
but instead, I must say
Goodbye
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