Fantasy Blog #1

Today my Lit class gave me a pleasant surprise. They are more comfortable with me and have no problem participating in class. I even got some volunteers to TA, which couldn’t have come at a better time ‘cause my editor keeps asking for the next chapters (I hate deadlines) and the TA’s will definitely give me more writing time.

It was such a great day at school, yet I couldn’t get home any faster. I gave the Poetry class a take home essay, so I should be free to relax the whole weekend.
Good news: It seems I got a couple publishers interested in my novella, and my Cummings translations are getting some exposure, I think it helps that they are the only ones out there.

It was amazing outside like it tends to be. The sun came out early and very strong; it was bare today, no cloud dressed the sun in white. Just yellow and bright like he should be. The drive back was especially nice, the trees hid the sunlight for most of the part, but I wouldn’t let the windows keep the warm air from me. My tie was already loose by the time I got to the truck. I normally dress down, but I had to meet with Dr. Vega about tenure, so today, I was in my Sunday best.

I completely adore Fridays, and this one was no different. I had already put my sandals on, and simply proceed to jam to the radio all the way home; I didn’t even bother putting the truck in the garage. Just left it outside, kicked off the sandals and walked straight in the house. The sun had already warmed me up enough, and there was nothing else I wanted more then a quick swim. I stepped through the front door, left my keys in the table, and took off my shirt and pants on the way to the backyard. It’s not like the neighbors haven’t seen me in my boxers before. I turned on the stereo and put its volume on high and exited through the back. The sand was warm to the touch, I felt its tight wrap envelop my feet and toes…I left footprints all the way to the shore.

The lake was calm as if it were waiting for me. I dove in, and cooled off/swam for about 30 minutes, and then listened to music as I air dried. Mamá y Papá came with the kids. I love having them around, but I worry about the lake. I already enrolled them in swimming lessons, and I'm praying Alex y Gerardo don’t mind, but I’ve told them a hundred times, if I don't spoil my nieces and nephews, who is gonna?

I had at least one message in the machine like usual, and it’s to the point that I worry when she doesn’t leave one, and I'm not the worrier of the two. It does feel good though, having someone to worry about. It’s one of the many things I love about her.
How independent she is, and how she never needs me, but needs me sometimes.

I didn’t realize how tired I was, so tired that I took a nap in the hammock after I showered. My nap didn’t last that long, I was woken up by 4 hungry and hyper kids. My mom seems to have gathered a serious crush on my garden, and it comes at the perfect time because I was in serious need of a gardener. Most of the time, we all just hangout in the back and talk as we keep an eye on the kids. Today was no different…

The house is full tonight, the kids are sleeping over, and Gera y Alex and my respective sister-in-laws are picking them up in the morning. I got the same call I do every night tonight. She is also coming in the morning, there’s nothing better than waking up to her face, not even the bright yellow sun.

Las Noches

Las noches aquí son de los perros

y quisiera que fueran tuyas.

La noche es silente, y murmulla tu nombre
Porque yo,
yo no me atrevo.

En las noches las estrellas se fugan

Como lo haz de hacer tú.

Espero verlas cuando amanece el sol

pero ellas, como tú

se van con la noche.

En las mañanas, cuando mi mente despierta

Solo quisiera abrazarte

y soñar con los ojos abiertos

… y en el mediodía, mi bella

solo quisiera besarte

y suspirar con suspiros tuyos.

Traduccion

Here is my Spanish translation to E.E's poem. I am planning to write a book in his translations, Please don't steal my idea. All work is copyrighted. This is my first draft of the poem (A lot more to go). I have learned that I love translating and will certainly do more of it in the future... Un día seré famoso. No muy famoso, pero lo suficiente para que me moleste. Better yet; un día un libro que yo escribí estará en una librería. Hay va.

Me gusta mi cuerpo cuando está con tu cuerpo. Es tan

absolutamente una cosa nueva. Músculos mejor y nervios más.

Me gusta tu cuerpo. Me gusta lo que hace,

me gustan sus maneras

me gusta sentir la espina dorsal de tu cuerpo

y tus huesos, y el temblor

-firme-liso y que

otra vez y otra vez y otra vez

besare, me gusta besar esto y eso de ti

y me gusta, lentamente frotar la, impactante piel,

de tu pelusa eléctrica, y que-es viene

sobre carne dividida…. Y ojos grandes migas-de-Amor

y posiblemente me gusta la emoción

que debajo de mi tu tan nueva.

At night, the stars flee
like you tend to do.
I hope to see them when the sun rises
but they, like you
leave with the night.

My story of wanting, wander, of beauty, yours. Of magic, eyes, of elegance and eloquence,
Of eminent crushes and waves, crashing on sea shores.
Of hair, Golden, in shades.
Of eyes ‘candy luminous,’ of smiles, sky blue
Of lips like clouds, intangible unreachable, mountain snow
Of body, fortune cookie unknown
Of mind, universe deep, unexplored
Me, cosmic, Columbus, Crusoe
Of experiences, past-wished to be known
Of pictures and paintings yet to be shownOf laughter, language and a caviar voice.
Of smiles and laughter crashing,
on
sea
shores..


I have a hard time opening up. I kind of don't trust anyone that is not me. Sad but true. Not even a piece of paper. It’s not that I think I am better than everyone or anything like that, it’s just that I know for a fact that I will not tell, ya know. So here i am. Me, but not all of me.

I wonder how that must feel, to trust. I bet it's like free falling. I bet that would feel like flying.. and me... well I would just keep wondering when i would hit the ground.