The silence kill

Early in the morning
every day is the same song
when I open my eyes
is the same time at home.


You´re a missing
and the bad is empty
you aren´t here
you´re runned long way
and don´t return with me
I don´t listen this silence kill


I´m lost,
I´m alone in the street
I´m sad
I´m not the same without you

The childs gone to school
They don´t understand this momment
They ask me for you
and I know the answer for us

Were is my wife?
Were is my love?
Which isw the problem?
I need to know why you´re lost
I need toknow if you love me
I need to listen your smile
I don´t listen this silende kill

I´m lost,
I´m alone in the street
I´m sad
I´m not the same without you

Come back with us
Come back at home
Come back my love
I don´t listen this silence kill



October, 2007

Wipping boy

WIPPING BOY

That Friday night
He was returning to his house after working
Two streets before coming to house,
A moribund person found
Which he tried to help

The lights of the sirens of the police
They flooded his body of edginess
And they found him next to the victim.

Without asking anything him,
They declared him a culprit


For seventeen years
He supported his innocence
For seventeen years
It was deprived of freedom
Seventeen years
Fulfilling sentence
For a crime

That not are assignment
They declared him a culprit

For seventeen years
He supported his innocence
For seventeen years
It was deprived of freedom
Seventeen years
Fulfilling sentence
For a crime
That not there assignment

His case was the typical one
Of sentence without judgment or defense
He, was in the wrong place

In the least appropriate moment
They needed a culprit
And there he was
They needed someone who was not speaking
They needed someone who was not asking
And there he was

Seventeen some years later,
And with some white hairs he raises,
Bobby Ramirez felt free finally
He had entered with nineteen
He was going out with thirty six

He decided to come back home
And to live in peace with him same
Without looking for revenge
He returned to his former employment
And he found an empty lot

He returned to house and stung to the door
A stranger informed him
That his famíly had left
The fireplace three years behind
Without leaving whereabouts

He returned to the coffee
where his girlfriend was working
Lupe, already was continuing there,
Already she was not serving coffee
She had turned into the owner of the bar
She had married his former chief


Bobby Ramirez, was alone
For the first time in his life
Everything what had had
Everything in what he had believed

He had disappeared
He felt sad and without knowing that to do
It decided to return to the only place
Where he had been last seventeen years


He,She went to the house of determinations
He bought a revolver calibrate 24
A hood was placed on his head
And held the central bank up


When the police came to the place of the acts,
Bobby Ramirez did not object resistance
He submitted and was left to handcuff
They put his body in the police car
This time if there was reason
This time if ithe had you prove
this time if he had sworn

This time if there was verdict
They condemned him:
To seventeen years and one day


April 2006

Fleeing of the Devil

The trip of Oklahoma to San Bernardino
was a long and difficult
A suitcase loaded with illusions
and empty of recollections
and his small two,
was everything what had in the world

She was taking months trying to overcome
his marital breakdown
In the battered women´s center,
they avised him
to change city
and to begin again

In San Bernartdino, he was waited by the aunt of his mother
Loise and the small ones took the bus of the route 45
in full night
Nabbed in the darkness, like fleeing of the devil

They crossed several states even to arrive
his new fireplace
With the time Loise,
it she re-did his life

Registered the small ones in the school
knew a man, who respeced her
and woman made it feel

One night, they stung to the stamp of his door
she opened and one found the assistant of the sheriff East,
delivered her on sealed official

Read the document and smiled
The judge of Oklahoma, had proonunced sentence:
-Preventive detention and order of withdrawal-
She sighed and was happy!


February 2006

Wrong Decision

Joseph Cavanought ended his workday
It saved pay in the back pocket of his trousers Esemes,
claimed the extra pay.

The night before, has discussed with his wife
It marched to take some drinks with peers
Arrived late to house
Arrived tired, expired and drunk

Margie recriminated him
The small John, crying at the cradle
Tom and Laura, watched tv.

Joseph entered into rage
go their belongings and the bottle of whisky
in an old suitcase
gave a door, and left

Forgot to his family
left behind his home
left his post at the factory
and wandered aimlessly determined
in its old Buick from 68

A cold night of winter,
came to inhospitable motel of carreter
in the middle from no part
in Mojave´s desert

His precarious economic situation
only it he allowed him
small and filthy room

Undresses of light
of a bulb,
scarcely the negligible decoration of the room
was allowing to see

A picture twised in the wall,
a few yellow curtains dye for the passage
of time
A table and two chairs
an apple and two bananas in the icebox

The unique chunk of mirror of the wash-basin,
was allowing to see his face of desesperation
under a deep beard of several weeks

Go down running to the corner
He extracted the last currency that he still had in the pocket,
Unhooked the telephone and called to house
Spoke with her wife and asked for pardon him,
Asked for another opportunity him and said to him that he wanted to return
alredy

-Is late, answered Margie-
-You lost all opportunities-
-Already nobody wants that you turn-
-Not so at least, the small John, question for you-



February 2006

My songs.....of Nebraska

The dark, confinement and lack of hope. with characters whose lives have left long ago have any chance, Bruce reflects so brilliantly, made myself time ago, write some histórias trying to translate these same sensations .. .for

Flannery O´Connor

Flannery O´Connor

Flannery O'Connor was born in Georgia, USA, in 1925 and died there thirty-nine years later. Her work includes another collection of stories, Everything that Rises Must Converge, and two short novels, Wise Blood and The Violent Bear it Away. In 1979 her collected letters were published under the title The Habit of Being.Novels
Wise Blood (1949)
The Violent Bear it Away (1960)

Collections
A Good Man Is Hard to Find (1955)
The Artificial Nigger: And Other Tales (1955)
Everything That Rises Must Converge (1965)
Mystery and Manners (1969)
The Complete Stories (1971)
Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works (1973)

Non fiction
The Habit of Being: The Letters of Flannery O'Connor (1979)
The Presence of Grace and Other Book Reviews (1983)

Anthologies containing stories by Flannery O'Connor
Witches' Brew: Horror and Supernatural Stories by Women (1984)
Mistresses of the Dark: 25 Macabre Tales by Master Storytellers (1998)

Short stories
The River (1953)
Good Country People (1955)
Judgement Day (1956)
The Artificial Nigger (1957)
A Circle in the Fire
The Comforts of Home
The Displaced Person
The Enduring Chill
Everything That Rises Must Converge
A Good Man's Hard to Find
Greenleaf
The Lame Shall Enter First
A Late Encounter with the Enemy
The Life You Save May Be Your Own
Parker's Back
Revelation
A Stroke of Good Fortune
A Temple of the Holy Ghost
A View of the Woods



Awards
National Book Award for Fiction Best Collection winner (1972) : The Complete Stories

Caril Ann Fugate was convicted of murder and sent to prison for her part in a week-long murder rampage through Nebraska and Wyoming in 1958 that left nearly a dozen people, including her parents and little sister, dead. Fugate, in reliance on her age of fourteen, always maintained that she was the innocent victim of her boyfriend Charles Starkweather. After eighteen years of penal service, Caril had been taxed enough, it was adjudged. Evidencing its reluctance to treat young girls who kill with anything approaching severity, the state of Nebraska paroled her in the mid-'70s.



After her parole, Fugate moved to St. Johns, Michigan, a small farming community between Lansing and Mt. Pleasant, in the center of Michigan's lower peninsula. What drew her there was the solace of a couple who befriended her after seeing a documentary about the murders.

And where Fugate went, the tabloids followed. But they couldn't get interviews with the convicted murderess without written permission from the Nebraska Parole Board. So they pestered everyone else around her.

When newspapermen came inquiring in St. Johns in 1976, nobody wanted to talk about her. "Why don't you boys just leave her alone?" one man asked. "She's paid her dues." A woman from St. Johns told a reporter: "As long as she keeps her nose clean, it's okay with us."

In 1983, Fugate was again the focus of national attention when she appeared on a program called Lie Detector. The nationally televised show purported to put Fugate's claims of innocence to the test. According to the producers of the show, she passed. Afterward, Fugate held a press conference at a motel in Lansing in which she said she felt vindicated by the program, claimed that she was a victim of mass hysteria, and further represented that she did not realize that Starkweather had killed her family until long after the fact.



The prosecutor reiterated that she was guilty as charged, and that the test was too superficial to find the truth.

But then one could expect that of a prosecutor -- someone taken with a system involving weeks and weeks spent in a courthouse, the tedious interrogations of dozens of witnesses under threat of perjury, and the painstaking examination of mountains of documentary and forensic evidence. Had the state of Nebraska held more faith in lie detectors, maybe they could have avoided all that fuss to begin with.

In the many years that have passed since she last appeared on the national stage, Caril Fugate has led a quiet life, judging by the fact that anything less than that would be common knowledge by now. It is said that she works as a nurse's aide in the Lansing area. (I verified that she holds no license from the state, at least not under her maiden name, and thus, if she's working in the medical field, it can be as no more than an aide.)

At this point, though, she nears the end of her allotted threescore and ten, and we may well hear of her again soon. And whether that occasion will result in reunification with the murderous psychopath whom she once called Love--only she can really say.