Elias Cardis
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My book is the harvest of fourty years of writing as a neutral observer. I gathered my inspirations from places like Cuba, Canary Island, Mexico, Puerto Rico, New York, New Jersey and now Florida. My poetry is direct but softly abstract...in the other hand compact. should be read slowly because sometimes I only used one word to simbolize the whole verse and also to feel the inner melody...if you are planing to read fast, just don't do it at all; because as a fine artist first, I write like painting the layers in a landscape with stroking colors of feelings....painfully sweet...
I also used the rites of the aztec human sacrifice or the african yoruba ceremonies to reflect the pain of falling in and out of love in romantic relationships.
I'm using 24 of my paintings as illustrations for the poems and also in the front and back covers.
I pray to a neutral universal god but I do not practice any known religion.I believe in the presence of the creator in every living thing ( animistic ) and as a pacifist, free thinker; I'm trying to make sense of this life in the planet earth. So...to me, everything is sacred...even what we think we don't like...
I was born in the hot summer of 1952 .I'm a cuban canarian american mestizo. A painter and a writer that brings a multicultural and spiritual point of view into the arts. I been married twice, no children. I'm also a draftman and a master stylist. I went to the college of arts"San Alejandro" in Havana, Cuba. I published poems before in megazines, in the book "A break in the clouds"of the National Library of poetry in 1993 ( when I was awarded with the editor's choice)and in the book "forever spoken" of the International Library of poetry in 2007(again awarded with editor's choice award). I am tolerant to politicts that I don't follow and to groups that I don't represent and never will, because I have the neutral, pacifist mind of a free thinker.
MISSING
Tell me where you went...
why are you missing
and running farder and farder
from my house?.
Because I can not see you
I been blinded...
I'm ripping out
my useless eyes,
because they can't reflect you
Never !.
Ever!.
how is the sound of your voice?
how can I remenber it?
no mouth nearly resembles yours...
Never!.
Ever!.
I'm bursting apart my ears
because they can't hear you
when I'm crying loud!.
And your soft stroking?.
almost like foamy water...
I'm cutting off my hands
because they can't feel love
without touching...flesh.
Never!.
Ever!.
how can I make you find my house?
the distance got me blinded...
I can not reach you limbless
and I'm deaf for my wish.
Is nothing for me to say!.
I pulled my tongue out...
to wrapped the wounds of your kisses
forever....Ever!.
CHILDREN
The rainy eyes of my children
are open on top of the trees,
sweeting the golden mangos;
their tiny fingers
are busy
gathering nesting material.
They are humming
in the thunders,
closing the mouths
on green leaves;
their soft feet are dancing,
shaking the branches
continuously.
The rainy arms of my children,
are embracing wet horizons;
their fingers are busy
combing the sun
with the winds.
When I go late to feed them,
they are worshipping the moon
with the glowing bellies out.
The rainy souls of my children,
never jump from the trees...
they know
the mind of the criminals;.
they saw bones of older children
feeding
the roots of the trees.
Many wars...
many dead
children.
FISHING
The night sleeps
in my soul
and the sun
awakes
my heart.
Greenish blue
is the color
of my love
in the beach,
when the sky
blends reflections
of the palms
in the sea.
The moon sleeps
in my mind
and the dawn
awakes
my feelings.
The greenish blue
in your eyes,
is drowning me
with the waves,
like a fish
jumping hooks
in the shallowest
water.
REGENERATION
I will feel the fear again...
I will taste the blood
of my sacrifice.
On the top of the temple
they will hold my arms
and legs,
but shouldn't find anything
in the cavity of my chest...
if the priest remove
my death mask
he woundn't recognize
my face,
nor your eyes
or even the tears of Tlaloc.
I pray that my children
will be living forever
in the fish of the sacred lake
and that my body,
will be finally wash away
with the red flowers.
I will feel the fear
of having to confront
nothing again,
without hope...
I will feel the terror
of gasping for love
for the rest of eternity!.
I will have no blood
for my sacrifice...
you will have no heart
for the flaming copal...
god will have no soul
for our death mask...
I will feel the fear again!!!.
ALIVE
Why you compelled me
to see you again today?
I already sank your dreadful body
in the black hole in my garden.
I threw white petals
and perfume,
over your jointed dear hands.
I embroidered
everyone of your limbs
to the meaningless head,
over your broken shoulders
and I left the love letters
where your heart used to be.
I even remember the ceremonies,
the speech of the orishas
dripping the blood
and the chicken feathers,
all over your corpse...
The beautiful golden fabrics
of the goddess ochun,
the sticky honey...
the alcohol spills..
the pain...
Why you forced me to see you
naked again today?.
Bellow your waist you are rotten,
is nothing for me to see
but vodoo dolls with needles;
your witchcraft could not spell
magical strong desires
in the dreaful air..
You are better off
in the black hole of my garden.
