Month: November 2003




  • I want to tell you something…
    …something deep and timeless. Something from that one untapped pocket of wisdom in the universe. Something golden and whisperable that spreads like honey over your fingers. I want to teach you beautiful things, to meet you in the silence of blood resting between heartbeats, to lace melodies over around and through the thin lines on your palms. But in the absurdly loud noise of a snowfall, my voice disappears, calmed into icy clouds of breath. And I lack the courage to simply reach for your mittened hand.





  • Changes….welcome!


    With every step of the journey, you are faced with infinite choices. Each choice will lead you to a whole different life, you will know different people, do different things and be someone different. You make your choice, by serendipity or by careful thought and when you take a step in that direction, the other choices disappear. The doors slam shut behind you with finality. All you can do is look ahead where again your choices lie. Such is life dearest, you can never second guess – only hope that you will be thankful for this life, these things and these people.


    light snuck in
    and made the doorknob glow
    reflections of gold everywhere
    bouncing off the walls
    shining in my eyes
    I woke up
    and looked around
    and wondered why
    you weren’t there
    in that space next to me
    that id carefully left
    just for you
    my bed just had me
    but there was room
    for you
    I wondered why
    you weren’t laying there
    still asleep
    eyes closed
    lips slightly open
    tempting me to wake you
    with just a single kiss





  • Vanity
    In this culture of mirrors, I’m searching for anything that will reflect my own image back to me in a more flattering light. Dim these stunning flaws, fill in the gaps within my mind so I don’t realise I need anyone else. Escalate my independence, make loneliness despicable (just a cheap excuse for physical affection – who needs it anyway?).

    “Opposites attract” become obsolete in this place where like minds are too accessible. I only have to tolerate my own reflection, the infinite reflections of reflections of myself. I don’t want anything complementary. Only compliments. Tell me I am fine on my own. After all, you are only there to soothe my ego.

    Distract me so I cannot see where my self fades thin and threadbare from too much stroking. But only until I become bored with your method of distraction and find someone new to take your place.


     


    Ps.: I couldn´t help biting my nails, I didnt find my new home yet, My trip to Canada  will just depend on my new job, and… Thank you all for the prayers!




  • I got the job!





  • .Say a Little prayer for you….


    .when anyone is as tired as I am right now, it’s usually after climbing huge unsurpassable mountains, or after running the marathon a few dozen times. no mountains scaled, no tape cut in half by a final surge of breathe. this is the fatigue of success, something that i never thought would come a-knocking so soon. i could have a lil party to celebrate, if my aching body could think straight right now. instead am holed up inside, jabbering to someone i don’t really know. pondering the things that will see me running around tomorrow again. a fresh lap, a few hurdles to jump over. somehow, somewhere i know this is just a meagre start to a long race.



    • today I´ll go for an interview to a new job
    • today I´ll check some new places to move in two months
    • today I´m supposed to get a call from travel agency about my scholarship in Canada
    • today I´ll try not to bite my nails.
    • today I´ll need some good prayers…..         

    Thank you all




  • mad love

    Te regalo mi locura
    Sin condiciones ni secretos
    Mi poesía absurda
    Te doy cada momento


    Te regalo mis palabras
    Y si quieres mi silencio
    Hasta cada pensamiento
    Te doy todo lo que siento


    Te regalo mi pasión
    Mi piel ardiente
    Y el sabor de mis labios
    Te doy todos mis deseos


    Te regalo cada sueño
    Y memorias infantiles
    De mi vida cada instante
    Te doy todo lo que soy


    Dame tu locura. Déjame ver al lado completamente absurdo de ti. Demuéstrame que eres humano – incluyendo cada defecto. Prometo no darte cualquier cosa menos.


    El amor no es razonable. ¿O si?

    ***********Translation***********

    I give you my madness
    Without secret conditions
    My absurd poetry
    My humanity it’s yours


    I give you my words
    And if you want my silence
    Every single thought
    Everything I feel it’s yours


    I give you my passion
    The taste of my lips
    And my ardent skin
    All my desires are yours


    I give you my dreams
    My childhood memories
    Every minute of my life
    Believe me when I say I’m yours


    Give me your insanity. Let me see the utterly foolish or unreasonable side of you. Show me that you are human – full of flaws. I promise not to offer you anything less.


    There is nothing reasonable about love. Is there?


    -me





  • One More Attempt


    A lot of people have been complaining about not being able to get to my page and commenting. I honestly have no idea of what was going on, so I decided to remove a bunch of things from the page. Some say it was my background, but again, I´m not sure about that. If you can enlighten me about something, I´d be more than glad. I´m trying out a new background, and if it freezes your computer, please do let me know.


    Thanks, you all 





  •  morning alarm radio sounds
    somewhere between weather
    and song requests
    i hear zeppelin again

    eyes closed in my head
    dreams chase each other
    fighting for last memories
    in waking life

    no return to the dreaming
    not for now

    sunshine creeping in the window
    light scattered on the floor
    sleepy feet shuffle across 


    Apostrophes
    Maybe I’m only half here after all. The accumulation of exhaustion presses on my scalp, my neck, my throat, across the flat of my chest just below my clavicle. My ears ring with things I have not done, with words I did not know how else to carry into today. I have not slept in years, have been living lives that were never mine in moments that were never possible. This formula does not add up. In this state of confusion, of frustration, of never-enough-sleep, I discover that my strength reaches deeper than my perception, that there is always a little more, that I am exactly where I should be even if I don’t know where this road leads. And I think this could be what happiness feels like.


    Should i go on a hiatus? Maybe…I have been forced to do so. Things have been changing fast and sometimes  I wonder whether my life has become a Mexican soap opera. Or any soap opera actually.  My room mate is getting married in 2 months. I was already getting used to the idea of being without her… she´s also taking the computer away…damn… Ok, jokes apart, the situation now is pretty serious. Life for me next year will be quite different. I would be much more excited if I weren’t that concerned in making ends meet.  Being independant is damn great, but I must say sometimes it is a pain in the neck, head and pocket.  Well, guess all choices have a price… But the thing is, I´ll be living in a place I have not even chosen yet. A different neighborhood.  It´s a bit far from downtown, but much closer to work, church and new friends. Also closer to the College i inted to end studies, great pubs and cafés, and….guess those are enough reasons for me to know there´s nothing to worry. Also, the faith in my God and the lessons He has kindly  taught me just make me understand how much human I have been.


    I just lack inspiration these days. This, added to the lack of time has taken me away from my blog and my subscribers also. I may be closer to some of them in person now that I have decided to go  to  Vancouver in July next year. It is just about time i traveled abroad, i guess. It is about time  things changed in my life. Just like it´s happening now.  Just like that…




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    It isn’t dreams I hear or dreams I see. it isn’t anything and yet i somehow get the feeling that its everything. even this silence. who’s to say it isn’t talking? or that it has something to say? its right for the moment or moments or time unfolding forever. the silence of ambient sound… gentle wur of the fan, distant air conditioner, the frig buzzing on and off and the thumps of people upstairs. even just the air outside. how do I explain that it all matters in just the same amount that it doesnt matter? how do i explain that to anyone else and how do i explain that to myself? but i asked the question, eventually it might be answered… no rush. lots of time. lots of place. lots of air. lots of people. so much to learn, to notice, to recognize exists.


    anticipation wakes me

    alarm silent
    no light
    no sound
    eyes see what is
    what will be

    sleepy feet stumble
    across concrete carpet
    light trickles into quilts
    toes seam rip the blocks

    candle burns under carnations
    vision of an idea
    morning growing young

    crisp running water
    a bowl of hands
    filling
    to refresh (night) face
    eyes blink back drips
    mirror sees me

    typewriter waits
    garbage chair empty
    dim blue light
    sweet morning syrup
    friendly purple mug

    imagine
    words to tell
    to type
    to write
    to read
    to send

    smiles
    memories
    silly stories
    flavor savers
    wishes and dreams
    stamped for delivery

    a conversation
    disconnected
    told gradually
    all at once