Saturday, December 24, 2005

be still my heart...

I held this book, a good book, not a particularly great or important book, and I realized that I can never be with someone who does not understand their importance, truly happily I should say. Not necessarily someone that likes to read or is into literature, but someone that deep inside realizes that the binding and the ink on the pages are an important thing, capable of unimaginable things: Of torture, of understanding, of mimicry, of changing the world. Now I know this sounds stupid, and maybe it's the late night talking but a book is important. Not necessarily all books, but a particular book is a big deal to someone somewhere. I know i'm not the only one.

[poetry escapes me and all the pretty syrupy sentences i used to come up with. I do not know where they have gone…all those scattered letters that made the words i loved so much.] They've gone and left a lower case of me.

Monday, December 19, 2005

...

In the bedroom was playing in Bravo. It’s a movie based on Andre Dubus short story “Killings.” It’s a really powerful movie about loss, grief and revenge. I always tell people that when I first saw it I wanted to leave, but that by the end of the movie it had become one of the best movies I had ever seen. It is the story of a family of 3, Frank, the only son becomes involve with a married woman with 2 kids, who is not yet fully divorced from her abusive ex-husband. After an altercation with the ex-husband, Frank dies. He was 21 years old. What happens next is the story of the parent’s grief at their son’s murder and the agony that they endure at their sudden loss. As they try to piece their lives back together and their marriage, they struggle with sleepless nights, and being haunted wit the memory of their dead son.

Perhaps even more than the amazing performances by the lead actors, we are transported into emotional habitat of anguish, silence and slow torture. The movie’s lack of dialogue perfectly shapes and represents the emotions that these people are feeling as they try to move on with their lives, each living a quiet hell of unending grief that is unsettled and turned into rage at the realization that the killer won’t have any jail time because of legal technicalities.

Most scenes are void of music; the dialogue and the environment do more than enough convey the emotions of the situation. Marisa Tomei gives the performance that blows away the one she was awarded the Oscar for, and Wilkinson and Sissy Spacek prove once again why they are the among the best in their craft and why they were nominated for an Oscar for their performance.

This movie is as consuming and as powerful as any ever made. The only negative audience’s give it is that it is slow, but it is that pace which allows the audience to grasp at the bleakness and desperation that the Fowler household is feeling. The pace represents that anguish, each second crawls by as the next approaches and every minute seems like an hour as Mr. and Mrs. Fowler try to cope with their loss. All of this culminates to an ending that is a product of the suffering and their realization that there is only one way in which they can continue with their lives.

This is one of the most beautiful and artistic movies that has come along in a long time. A story about loss, family, grief, morality and revenge, “In the bedroom” will end and not leave you. When I first watched it I almost walked out of the theater because of the slow pace, I didn’t understand the importance of pace and the silence, regardless its excellence cannot be denied. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow resumes the Fowler’s feelings well:

There are things of which I may not speak;

There are dreams that cannot die;

There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,

And bring a pallor into the cheek,

And a mist before the eye.

And the words of that fatal song

Come over me like a chill:

'A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’”

and like this movie shows, so are the ones of death.

Saturday, December 3, 2005

I wanna be a writer :D

“I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water,

and women kinder than I treated you.

I forget the reasons, but I loved you once,

remember?

Maybe in this season, drunk

and sentimental, I’m willing to admit

a part of me, crazed and kamikaze,

ripe for anarchy, loves still.”

– Sandra Cisneros

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

us theory

The sky was inconsequential, clouds hung in the night, absolute in their anonymity. The wind paraded across body and skins, unnoticed. It would begin suddenly and instantaneously, the moments it would last would linger past their continuance and drip away slowly towards memory. In retrospect, it would be described as a slow moving blur: green eyes, brown hair, and lips moving towards a postmodern romantic ideal. Modernist would be more definite in their description, the clouds hung by their desires to lay witness to a roof that housed our multiple, yet fleeting kisses.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

"Liberty or death"

I used to have this uncanny ability to express myself, very poignantly and uniquely. It’s been a while since I recognized it wither away. It just moved past me, and I don’t recall watching it go, but it feels as if I did. Like a father watching his only son go to college never again to return. If I were to remember it, I would have watched it slither past me, in a liquid state, off of my brain and lips, through my chest, out of my heart. Made a dumb-mute out of me. Left me with the words in my tongue, and the rhetoric in my thoughts. People now see me in the streets, and whispered to each other; “see him up yonder? He had the wit of a fox and words laced with syrup...Look at him now.”

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

you are more than a pretty face, a 3.9gpa, big breasts, muscles, a big brain...etcetera

The notion of the re-invented self is very much alive in livejournals, xangas, facebooks, myspaces, blogs and what not. Who are we trying to be by writing in these things, pressing enter and throwing it to the wolves, I mean the world? I remember why I started this, but I am not sure if it still remains that. If I read this, and I wasn’t me, I would have a set opinion on who I would be, AI the author, the narrator. Truth is, I am not this blog, the blog is me, but I am not this blog. I worry [feel sorry more like it] for the person that looks at these entries and says ‘this is how -insert my name- is.’

I just took off on a tangent:

If I read this, and I wasn’t me, many things would happen. If I was a guy, I would say, this person is a loser. If I was a girl, I would say, this guy is a wimp I would never date him in a million years. [Rationalizing this into gender oversimplifies this to my purpose]. I worry [feel sorry more like it] for the person that looks at these entries and says ‘this is how -insert my name- is, wow he is –insert overgeneralization-‘

We are so much more you and I.

We are so much.

I am not this blog.

I am many things.

Monday, November 14, 2005

...

I am rooting for you.

yes you.

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

Ya know...

Si estuviéramos en los tiempos de la revolución, con Pancho Villa y Zapata etc, te hubiera raptado... cabalgando hacia tu ventana... te chiflaría, te cantaría una canción romántica and before you knew it, te llevaría galopeando hacia el horizonte como Pedro Infante en las películas del siglo de oro.

Monday, October 24, 2005

I keep greeting cards because i think that sometimes they say something that i can't quite say. this is one of them from a while ago.

Blue is the color of a mood
Blue is simply a color
Blue rhymes with true. Blew. And you.
Blue is an idea.


Blue wonders about red.
Blue feels the feelings of sad.
Bl ue can be measured in nanometers - 550?
Blue is an adjective
(a blue mood)
Blue is a state of being.
Blue is the spaces between things
(like the sky)

Blue is a sound. as in rhythm and blues

Blue is a shape.
Blue takes you high.
Blue takes you low.
Bl ue is a depth.
Blue is me....


Without you.

Saturday, October 1, 2005

The Girl List

I had a recent conversation with Rach about what we liked in the opposite sex and that got me thinking about my list. I used to have so many lists about what I liked in a girl. So I think I'm gonna start one up because I don't know where those other lists are. Let’s see…

-A girl that can speak Spanish or is willing to learn it is essential.

-Someone that is interested in my culture is a huge humongous plus.

-A girl that is trustworthy and down to earth. Nice. Kind.

-Understanding is huge for me, especially because I am very reserved and keep stuff in.

-Someone that is completely cool with me having girl friends and doesn’t get jealous easily is a great plus because some of my bestfriends are girls and I'm not about to kick them to the curve just because I have a gf.

-A girl that is open minded and interested in different things.

-Someone that is interested in the things I'm passionate about (even if its just cuz I like them) like music and movies.

-Someone that won’t roll her eyes when I ask her if she wants to see the new Sci-fi movie or the newest action flick, or better yet, when I ask her if its okay to stop at the comic book store for a bit.

-If she is interested in literature and loves music it’d be sweet!

-Affectionate.

-Caring.

-Brunnette won’t hurt.

-Good posture is hot!! (I luv me a straight back)

-Curves are yummy.

-Intelligent.

-FEMININE!! ( I love love girls who are feminine, ya know a lady :-D) No flashing people at mardi gras party or getting completely wasted every weekend.

-Adventurous. (wink, wink)

-Loyal.

-A girl that doesn't mind that I have some Mexican machismo in me.

-Someone that is interested in the things I do, like my writing would be nice.

-Someone that I can respect and respects herself.

-Cooking skills a plus, since the stomach is the way to my heart. Jaja

-Someone that won't stop looking good and sexy after she gets her man, and takes care of her appearance.
-A woman with SUBSTANCE, that might pretty much encompass all the emotional stuff right there.
-A girl that can rock boyshorts underwear and a white tank is cool with me! jaja

-A lady in the streets but a freak in the ... (well, you know the rest)
-Cute! Oh man, i go crazy over girls who do or say cute things, I don't know why, it's just the most adorable thing ever. It makes me want to grab them and squeeze them till their eyes metaphoracly (sp?) pop out.
-Ladies who rock the skirts... uh.. yea.
-A good heart.
-Sexy night wear. My top favorite being white tank and boyshort underwear (but regular underwear will do)
-A girl that is a feminist, thinks she can do it herself etc etc, but isn't so much so that she lets me open up car doors, pay for meals more often than not, and pretend that I am the one in charge when in reality it's a 50/50 thing. ya know, she can be the boss sometime too.
-A WOMAN!! women only please

More as they come

Monday, September 26, 2005

"un año pasa sin besarte..."

So my parents came and so did Heather. Uh! And I made lots of money on tips at work I think I told everyone about that, but I was just proud about it, because I am shy and timid so it doesn't only mean that I am being a good server, but that I am getting out of my shell, which is something I wanted to do more of, ya know, be a socialite and such.


I had a lot of fun this weekend, it was very busy, I saw a bunch of people. Oh so, Saturday I got a check and the big tips right, so Sunday, I had a flat tire, I now have to replace all of them cause they suck (300) and I gave my parents my work check (200) and I owe Heather 100, so all and all,
I'm on a budget from now on. So if anyone wants to take me out on a date, please do so.


Oh and I totally met another Mexican, so that is always fun
And I got enchiladas, sopa de “letras,” arroz, frijoles y chile rellenos de mi mama. Hmmm… no te pongas celoso/a.


I found out Dan was okay (he is in hurricane land) so that is good. I had to hunt him down and call his mom. I think I am just rambling. I’ll think of more later. I am also starting a “things I want to like” list.

p.s i think i'm just gonna post song lyrics for titles, cuz otherwise it's too hard
p.s.s i miss em
p.s.s.s extraño mis hermanos

Saturday, September 24, 2005

"Ella y Yo"

Cuando hay personas que se aman, el amor tiene que vencer.
:-D

tor·rid (tôr d, t r -)
adj. tor·rid·er, tor·rid·est

  1. Parched with the heat of the sun; intensely hot.
  2. Scorching; burning:
  3. Passionate; ardent:
  4. Hurried; rapid:

Main Entry: torrid

Part of Speech: adjective

Definition: intensely emotional; passionate

Etymology: Latin torrere `to dry with heat'


we had a torrid love affair.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

last one

she likes to watch me at night
when I slumber she gently goes about her way.

she does not know
my eyes strain to keep their _____ distance.


she wants a man

_______________but i.


I am just a boy.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

We got Married :-D

It was a culmination of everything we had been working on all summer. The reason why our house was a disaster most often than not, all the decorating and upgrades, the tiles, the cabinets, the painting, the new bathroom, all in good time for the familia to come and visit for my brothers wedding, all in good time for my brothers wedding. So it turned out that only one cousin stayed with us the whole time, the tias usually stayed with my other aunt. It was really great seeing them all; they are super nice and funny. When heather came over she totally loved them. The best part was the wedding; it was a big deal because Alex is the first born, el primogenito, the first to get married. It was an early wedding; I was rocking the suit, so where my brothers, the ceremony was small and short which is good. Sophie sang them a song, all my brothers cried and I got a teary eyed. I would have cried I think, but it was just such a happy occasion, I could not remove the smile off my face. Alex was glowing, I didn't really pay that much attention to Mavi ( I love her, but I was just staring at my brother and how happy he was). My dad cried, so did Beto's parents and even Beto. Afterwards we all took pictures, the minis were so cute, I never realized how cute my little cousins were, and they are all girls, there were literally no little boys at the wedding.


We got to the reception and sat down, there was the regular dancing stuff you have at weddings. Alex sang "Now and Forever" by Richard Marx, and even added a verse in Spanish. The crowd was loving it. When it was turn for my mom and Alex to dance, it was so sweet, then my dad came up to them and the three of them danced, it was awesome. Then after that mushy stuff, the dancing began. That was the best part, Salsa, Merengue, Bachata, Cumbia, all latin music all the time.
Gera had just broken up with his gf, but he was being a pimp. (his girl friends are super pretty and he was dancing with all of them) It was great watching all these people Merenguiando and doing Salsa and Bachata, it looked amazing, hips swerving, shoulders moving, girls being twisted and turned. I of course partaked in the dancing, everyone was, the music was amazing, I loved every single song, it was just this awesome party!!!


The food was delish, I had such a great time, and the wedding just reiterated how much I want a Mexican wedding when the time comes a girl corrals me to marry her. That's how this year is gonna be for me, all latin, all the time, merengue, salsa, bachata y
español. The year round, I can't wait.


Oh yea I got a crush, I'll put her picture as a puzzle and talk about it
después.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Poem Request Granted

Quizás un recuento de los daños,
de lo que de una manera o otra supe que iba a suceder.

Pero el tiempo es corto para pensar en el ayer.

Solo se que un día estuvo aquí, y el otro no,

Como el sonido de una memoria fugaz.

Solo me quede con el polvo, y con lo que pudo ser.

Y con las huellas que aun me quedan.

Ni el mismo viento oye las palabras

De heridas que no cierran

De lo roto que se me hace la piel

Y de las lágrimas que caen en el más adentro de mí

Confieso que su partida fue el invierno de un corazón.
Que desde ese instante empezó a buscar un lugar donde nunca cae el sol

Donde las mariposas salen de noche y brillan al volar
Donde la esperanza llega a buscar posada.

¡Ahí!
Que la vida continua,

y que se puede vivir sin remordimientos
si se sigue al corazón...
como lo hice yo.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Mi Dia and other stories

I went running. There was this big cloud in the sky: A dirty white cloud covering the entire sky. I ran and ran and ran. What I love about running is that it stops me from thinking, it is one of the only few things that does. I don’t really know why, but it doesn’t matter, because all the thoughts that enter and dwell in my mind, switching and creating chaos, and just talking all the time about this about that, just stop. I see trees, road, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot and so on. Sweat starts dripping, like a stream down my body, sometimes it just lingers in my hair and my chest. Thoughts creep in, but disappear like thrown dust. Vanished before they can materialize. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, and so on.

I talked to Brian’s parents today, stopped by to say hello. They were in the patio, just sitting: She in the hammock and he in a chair. I don’t think they were saying anything when I saw them. Just two lovers enjoying each others company. As hard as that seems, that is all they were doing. Just sitting. It was as if they were alone, but complete.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Meet the....

So I have been on a writing binge: a couple days ago I spent hours doing it. I sorta started psychoanalyzing the reason as to why I am doing that (not just writing so much, but the fact that I am pushing all this stuff out) and I think I know why. It’s a pretty good reason, and logical I should add. My self-awareness impresses me. I’ll skip the details which I’m sure most aren’t interested in.

Today was my dad’s birthday. We had the family dinner thing. Later we went to get suits for my brothers wedding. It’s amazing what a pair of dark sunglasses does to a suit. This trip (we all rode in one car) got this idea in my head, which I find very amusing: I think that if we had some cameras follow us around, maybe drilled into our home, we would have a very successful and funny reality show. Sorta like the Osborne’s, but without the celebrities and in Spanish.

This came from my realization that we are a feisty bunch. My brother always complains about us ‘arguing’ and ‘yelling’ at each other (mind you, he yells this at us). He has lived with us all his life; you would think that he would understand that that is just the way we communicate. I keep repeating myself to him: “We aren’t arguing, we are talking.”

Maybe the whole Latinos’ being passionate and fiery is a stereotype, but it really is applicable to us as a family. *SIDETRACK: One of Em’s friend (whose name I will omit for, dare I say, anonymity) said she broke up with her boyfriend because he was so passive. She would love our family, because each and every one of us is everything, absolutely everything but that.* Every conversation is full of opinion, and fire and honesty. We love each other hard and in great amounts, but it doesn’t stop us from speaking our minds to each other. My mom, the smallest one, the feminine beautiful one, is even more. She has no tact. The rest of us do (call it: gentlemanliness) but man, when we are together, it’s a sight to hear. We laugh so hard, voices are raised, all of us going at each other with our distinct opinions. I want to record it so bad, especially my mom ‘cantinfleando.’ When people come by, they think she is super shy, but man when she is home, she has this energy and fire in her that is amazing. She can talk for-ever. I often practice my patience skills with her, I think with her aide, I can be achieve Ninja patience levels.

My older brother doesn’t live with us, and today I pitched the fam my show idea and my thoughts on our interesting way of conversation. He was contrasting his home with ours, saying that it is completely quiet where he lives, unlike our home. I added, “you love it!” He smiled and said “Yep, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I should call Univision, or maybe send them a tape of us. I think we can be the most entertaining show on TV.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Things that make me happy.

I wasn' really thinking about it, but it hit me cuz I was suddenly happy. I was thinking of food. Steak and Mashed Potatos. Then I thought about things that made me happy, and I thought traveling. Traveling makes me happy. Just something about it.. When I went to Mexico I was happy, something about planes and tickets and buses and sun and walking and not knowing what will be next. Walking to the beach in Huatulco, hearing the waves, smelling the ocean even though i couldn't see it.

I am the happiest when I travel.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Mexico

I love Mexico yes I do, I love Mexico lo amas tu?

I'll recap about it later.

my itinirary was: D.F. Oaxaca, Huatulco, Puerto Escondido, Huajuapan, Juliapan, Huajuapan, D.F, Cuernavaca, D.F Chicago.

It was great. Beaches, sand, rivers, river baths, Mexican food, some dancing, Swimming, Movies, buses, taxi, 5 Star hotes (just 2) hostels, famous people (K-Paz de la Sierra w/ my bestbud/lead singer Beto :-), Grammy winning Diego Torres, and Mexican Idol winner Yahir concert. Good friends, good food. Maybe next time you can come with.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Lalala

I backpack through Mexico. Lalala.
My latest adventure. Lalala.
A plane and some buses. Lalala.
Taxis and combis. Lalala.

I backpack through Mexico. Lalala.
The sun and the ocean. Lalala.
A little adventure.
Me and some friends.
But it's really just me.
Me and the sun.
The stars and the sky.
I will sleep on my way there. Lalala.
And eat in los taco stands. Lalala.
Bailare en los antros. Lalala.
Y tomare coca y ron.
Pero solo una vez.
Porque la vida es mi vicio.
Y Mexico el corazon
.

I backpack through Mexico. Lalala.
Oaxaca and who knows.
Puerto Escondido.
Cumbia y Reggeaton.
Las chelas y chicas.
No seran destraicion.
Just me and Mexico.
Sanado my soul.

Monday, April 25, 2005

There is nothing wrong with genre migration!

Random conversation.(I was talking about the lost art of love letters, a lost art i believe that I am trying to bring back, and revolutionize with various degrees of sucess, as you will see)

ME: Can love letters have footnotes?
FRIEND: Lol, a footnote? Wow
ME: ...I put one in there

Nothing wrong with that is there? I didn't think so anyway. Anyway if you are writing a love letter yourself, here are some hints: Pray, really loud that the recepient is exepting to the genre.

1. Use intro (i.e DEAR, Dearest, Querida, One that I adore)etc
a. Under no circumstances use the word "hi" or "hey" or any of their variables.

2. Write idealistically.
b. Refrain from common language. So instead of "Why haven't you written back" write as Griban might put it: "I have thought of many matters during the mute months that have passed without my receiving either an answer or a letter."


3. Do not get sexual. Instead of "I can't wait to &%$@" write "I can't wait to hold you in my arms" or things of that nature.

4. Be honest, it is ok to exaggerate a bit. Not too honest. Keep the "waited by your house for 5 hours to get a look at you" comments to your self, you psycho!

5. Metaphors and similes and any type of figurative language is great. "My longing for you is like an unrelenting tide" or "You are day, noon and night."
a. Make sure you don't go overboard. It all depends on the recipient. Few if its a new love, many if its a long term love.
b. Remember the purpose is to woo, not to scare. So if you are just crushing and you want a date don't go "you are my everything" or "my fire for you burns deep like the sun" etc.

6. Be optimistic.
a. Odds are that women might be weirded out. Since Love letters are things of the past and chivalry is dead with the acceleration of the feminist movement.
b. Girls might not know what to do about a it, and guys would probably get scared unless the giver was cute.

7. Quote someone else.
a. Don't cite them, just put it in quotes.

8. Don't be afraid to put your own touch to it. Write your own lines if possible, but remember that you can't go wrong with Neruda, Browning, Cummings, etc.

9. Put your name on it!
a. Very important. I forgot this important detail myself at one time.
b. If you want to go the secret admirer route. Exclude name for a bit if you want, but make sure this girl isn't moving any time soon and that you will eventually put it in there.

10. Footnotes optional.


Don't blame me if this doesn't work.
P.S It works better if you know the person.
P.S.S If by any chance you were wondering (stalking does not make you more attractive, so put the binoculars down k. thanks.)

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

On being seduced

Yes said “I just wanted to know how she did it.”


How? –I thought.

V e r y s l o w l y. –I responded- Slowing my speech to show the progression of time that lasted months. “Persistently and patiently” I should have said; picking at my resistance oh so persistently, ever so patiently, telling me everything I wanted to hear. “She listened” I should have said.


“And what was the first noticeable move?” -Yes inquired.


I don’t remember it happening all I know is that it happened. –Was my response. Truth is, the more I think about it, the more I can remember. By the time anything became noticeable, it was too late. Nothing left but resistance, but a need to pull away till I couldn’t because it was what I wanted.


Rubbing of noses. –I stated.


“Grazing of lips?” -Yes added.


The grazing of lips came later. –I remembered.


“And before that?”


Before that; sleep. –I concluded with a familiar and the overly used broadness I am accustomed to. Not mentioning that the rubbing of noses or eyelashes upon the skin were neither the first step, nor the second, nor the third, which I believe, if I remember correctly… was unnoticeable.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Lacrimosa. Why I don't recap, las chicas of Bilingual Ed and strippers?

I keep battling my shortcomings as a writer. This time I want to write a really sad heart break song . Lost love or something like that. Something vulnerable and sorta pathetic, ie "Ven y dime como hago." Which is guy saying, 'damn you left me broken hearted, things suck, i dont know what to do. Tell me how i can forget you since you seem to have done a great job forgeting me.' OR "Lacrimosa," which is an allusion to a Mozart piece, and is a latin word meaning lagrimas que flueyen o llena de lagrimas. Which is in itself a great title methinks because it also doubles as the name of the girl being adressed. Besides you cannot go wrong with Mozart as your background music. "Lacrimosa" is basically guy saying 'this is what is left of me, you were my everything and now you have left me and you suck." jaja or something. I can never get there, to that part of human honesty in regards to love gone wrong, I don't think many people do. I want to get there (in a strickly writing manner of course, I can do without love gone wrong. Which coincidently could be my problem.... hmmm any heartbreakers out there?)

I keep trying to write about what I did, like most people do, in order to keep others involved in what they are doing. The weekened recap, the funny thing that happened in whereever, the thing that pissed them off last sunday, pero no puedo. No se porque, just hard. Not hard, but not so inately divulged from inside of me. This weekened was fun, I saw many a wonderful people. Some that I hadn't seen in a while. I was quite the social bug. Cosa que no pasa muy a menudo, pero pasa. I'll work on the details despues.

I wanna write about the wonderful world of non-native girls who are bilingual education or Spanish majors. That is the most amazing thing ever. Learning a language is hard work, but yet there they are, taking classes, learning spanish, loving it and the culture and everything else. It is the most amazing thing ever, I am just in awe of all of them. I can't really explain it, why they aren't fighting off guys with a stick, I will never know. or maybe they are and I just don't know it...

There is nothing sexier than the spanish language coming out of a non-native speaker. Which reminds me of the stripper incident of 2003, not to be confused with the 2005 version, which coincidently did not include spanish but was a lot of fun.

Saturday, April 2, 2005

Spain

1) Mission Penelope was a failure
2) My attempt to seduce an older spanish woman with a glance (for scientific purposes only) failed miserably. I blame my non Brad Pitt looks.
3) I did have a wonderful time though. It was just what i needed.
4) I wish I could have brought someone back.

Things I learned:
- Fire is deceptively hotter that I thought.
- Sleeping on the beach should be reserved for the summer.
- Low in cash? Vacation in non-Euro using countries.
- It is not where you are, but who you are with that really matters.

Thursday, February 3, 2005

Giant steps

Your ghostly blue eyes, which I had always run from, haunt me.

Not even the greatest oceans or the bluest skies can take their place.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

my girl's tall with hard long eyes

my girl's tall with hard long eyes

as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping

silence on her dress, good for sleeping

is her long hard body filled with surprise

like a white shocking wire, when she smiles

a hard long smile it sometimes makes

gaily go clean through me tickling aches,

and the weak noise of her eyes easily files

my impatience to an edge--my girl's tall

and taut, with thin legs just like a vine

that's spent all of its life on a garden-wall,

and is going to die. When we grimly go to bed

with these legs she begins to heave and twine
about me, and to kiss my face and head.