04/02/2025
Hello Folks! My surrealist roots and I mean truly surrealist roots were recently rejuvenated after reading the Tibetan Book of Yogas Dreams and Sleep. This poem is the result of that inspiration in both English and Spanish:
The Paramedics
I was lying in a dream with a dead snake in my mouth.
Terrified, the paramedics cursed, “it’s poisonous!”
They took me to a detox center
And they said, “I was dying!”
I said, “ok.”
I cried out, “please bring me to a statue of Buddha or Christ.”
But nobody knew where to look.
God, I was afraid in that dark and nefarious night.
The paramedics said, “hold on, man, you’re not dead yet.”
“You have to wait to die.”
Then to my surprise they brought in the statues.
But my excuses for dying didn’t last long,
And the statues disappeared with the morning light.
Los paramédicos
Estaba soñando con una serpiente mu**ta en la boca.
Aterrorizados, los paramédicos maldijeron: "¡Es venenosa!".
Me llevaron a un centro de desintoxicación.
Y dijeron: "¡Me estaba muriendo!".
Dije: "Vale".
Grité: "Por favor, llévenme ante una estatua de Buda o de Cristo".
Pero nadie sabía dónde mirar.
Dios mío, tenía miedo en esa noche oscura y nefasta.
Los paramédicos dijeron: "Espera, hombre, todavía no estás mu**to".
"Tienes que esperar a morir".
Entonces, para mi sorpresa, trajeron las estatuas.
Pero mis excusas para morir no duraron mucho,
y las estatuas desaparecieron con la luz de la mañana.
Norman Dawson
April Fools Day
2025
