no. 467

The crescent moonlight,

An old woman swatting bugs—

Summer is ending.

~Guillermo Delgado


no. 467, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 466

The scent of coffee

And the windows wide open…


~Guillermo Delgado


no. 465

Brewing espresso

While my children are sleeping…

But how can I write?

~Guillermo Delgado


no. 465, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 464

In this coffeehouse,
Daydreams of sun, dirt, and sweat…
Brown hands to white cups.

~Guillermo Delgado


no. 464, Guillermo Delgado, 2016


no. 463

The first espresso

comes with a wide and bright smile…

melts the frost away.

~ Guillermo Delgado



no.463, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 462

Walking with children—

Everything is beautiful

After the snowfall.

~ Guillermo Delgado


no. 462, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 461

The sun’s face peeks in—
Children hide under blankets;
Another coffee.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 461, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 461, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 460

That morning feeling:
Other bike commuters nod…

~ Guillermo Delgado


no. 460, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 459

This cool breeze blowing
Through the glass and brick buildings,
Pushes my pencil.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 458

Waiting for the train—
So many dreams to begin—
A sky with no end.

~ Guillermo Delgado

"Sky Train (no. 458), Guillermo Delgado, 2015

Sky Train (no. 458), Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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