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.

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.

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.