• TIBURCIO
    22 January, 2009

    There and here and here and there, once stood a man named Tiburcio
    In a town with little beast that flies and sings by the man they named Tiburcio
    And in a morning soft and calm when the ebbs of the river met the sands
    Through the looking glass and passed the crowds Tiburcio went away
    Thus Tiburcio walked and trotted, walked and trotted by the bands
    Of men and women tall and thin, thick and short that walks and runs at day.
    And when Tiburcio went away to buy some piece of bread,
    He stumbled on a ragged rock and down he hit his head.

    Tiburcio died and went to Heaven where he met some gathered crowds,
    Lost in light that floated over and over winds and over clouds,
    And here and there and there and here when Tiburcio went away
    The sun still shines and the wind still blows the tremors of the day
    So with the day so calm and sunny, so passed away Tiburcio
    When he died and lost his life, still no one knew poor Tiburcio.