I often wonder about my skin

experiences held captive in ridges and folds

meant for salt, brightness and sun

and how across oceans It has been

surrounded by strangeness that holds

my roots close to my heart when done.


Skin enduring divergence in the blue

or the green with paleness contrasting

and screaming of differences I find

on the canvas that nature one day drew,

with one color to which we are so blind

as it’s red the color of blood everlasting.

H.O. July 3, 2014


4 thoughts on “Moreno

  1. n1daba says:

    Beautiful! 🙂

  2. Skye says:

    As always, excellent, Dear Hector. 🙂

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