Poems
Fernando and Rafael have been very close friends since they were 10 years old, and since then they have been plotting and collaborating on many projects, many of them without much future, and others with some transcendence, such as "La Bisagra" and "Antoja" (multidisciplinary websites). But the greatest of all projects has been to participate in Siloism, which was the answer to a long-sought search they shared early on in their lives.
This book titled "LuzAzul" (BlueLight) is their most recent collaboration, Fernando as a poet, Rafael as a draftsman, with a production that has been given informally for the last 21 years or so. Each one in his field, and in this book they have gathered their "notes" on different topics in relation to the internal experience and in two separate media. Much of this production revolves around the proposals of the "Silo’s Message" on the internal unity, the sacred, the profound, etc., treated from a graphic and poetic perspective.
ILLUSTRATION BY RAFAEL EDWARDS
The divine footprint
In my center
there is a heart
And in my heart there is a radiant sun
that illuminates everything
Everything done
and to yet be done
Everything the universe encompasses
and everything that is not contained
All that is
And that is not
My center is not only mine
it belongs to everyone and everything
It is my way to the profound
And it reveals its meaning
And the meaning of everything
through the world
and through others
In those brilliant moments
When I am one with my center
There is nothing else I can say
And as everything has already been said
All that is left to discover
In me and in you
Is the divine footprint
Dreamed of, longed for, and forever glimpsed
Portland Oregon, May 2016
Aspirations
I feel sometimes
like life happens
between intention
and forgetfulness.
When I inhale deeply
light escapes
through the shades of my soul.
Then I exhale longings
with a multicolored blow
opening a fan of hopes
for myself and others.
When I forget to aspire
life simply happens.
Portland Oregon, June 2001
Forest
The scent of an old forest
carries me to distant memories
of epic and mysterious stories,
of verses made of moons,
of words threaded in gold,
of images carved in silence.
Since then
wood has had the flavor of creation
It cracks densely in its origin
it breaks internally
covering our world
with its warmth
with its texture
with its smell of magical resin.
The forest and its veined entrails
Human beings and their dwellings
have been unequivocally intertwined
from the beginning
of their mutual history
The first human fire
consumed a tiny branch
of a millenary tree.
in the heat of that flame
human history was born.
Santiago, Chile, Feb 2005