Edilberto González Trejos

Poverty bags, liberty rags, wealth compromised stealth and lies shed. Subhuman microcosmos of a rebel without cause, big mind up in space, thin body out in the streets. An inner yell at

The One-Race Paradigm is already broken, inside the melting pot the Cosmic Race has been bred. The Mestizo Paradigm comes forth, brand new human beings sharing a Cosmic Dance like

An idle custody of and idle mind comes to find an empty universe and no verse can fill a blind vision of life if the mind is not set with a right yet mighty full colour viewer; the fewer

Midday diving in Crystal Clear Waters deep into the Reign of Neptune and Poseidon, Submarine Forests all around us One thousand meters below the surface and everything is so still, clear and

Slow, savage as you... and your movements of Goddess: Love, Life and Death to be born again. It´s like a stream of mountain air in the Cave that contains each and every thing: It´s

Just like the still breeze, condensed and dense, intense and tense, all the spirits freeze, all the bodies melt down in heat, the old stories have found no beat to tell reality from mere

The Monster inside the person the dark side you never show the impulse that explodes when the anger sets on. The piece of “Trash” that turns to Ash your deepest thoughts, your brain

Les cendres de mes espérances sont tombées sur le cratère aride de ton oubli; dessous, une semence à battre espére une pluie peu probable...

Bullshit in my backyard cowhide in my brain reflex down and backwards, Am I going insane? On the Threshold of my backyard I see the Will-o´-the-Wisp I hold back three yards until I´m caught

Poverty bags, liberty rags, wealth compromised stealth and lies shed. Balance for a decent living what I ask out of life is the sacred right to live in the dignity of a human being.

River rafting, moisty air suffocates us, our urban skeletons are melt into sweat, as we immerse our subconscience into the rafting river. SONGO, Chiriqui May 17-2004

You left me short of words and brief of feelings... I chose to allow my skin be cut by your salty knife, be jabbed by your pale fist... So I row up the river to make an odd choice: May be I`ll

Nadas dentro de tu propia pecera y tus peces, que la adornan, se lanzan a devorarte. ¿Cómo sacarte del ahogo, de tu muerte cierta, si ese masoquismo degenera en la concreción de tus

Moonlight, by your side, by the Lake, December night. Time seems to stand still in time with the breeze, perfect and heavenly seeping through between our beings. The symphony of our mutual

Running away from darkness, I sink myself to drink the honey from your flower, to ease the show of my primal corpses, beginners´ rites, close encounters with death... The far away memories

The queen inside her cage is stroke upon her endless rage of putrid suburbs evaporating and sullen resistance, survival. Crystal devours that amazing World of aristocratic ostracism, She gets

People lonely, people waiting, people living \"down in rating\", a secret side never shown could explain why they keep forever alone, just need another try until the dream be satisfied ...

Las masas demandan, esperan respuestas en este sistema de gradación de poder en el esquema todos buscan algo tener, (Mas) las masas no mandan, son trofeo de la apuesta. Escrita el 1° de

I. Unchained by hatred, Tied up by love, There is a peace dove Laying over blood… sacred. II. Right on the verge Of Heaven and Hell, You can emerge: