Soneto XVII

I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom

and carrieshidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body

lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda

A Case of You

Just before our love got lost you said

I am as constant as a northern star

And I said, constant in the darkness

Wheres that at?

If you want me Ill be in the bar

I remember that time that you told me, you said

Love is touching souls

Surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine

Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you

I could drink a case of you darling

And I would still be on my feet

Oh Id still be on my feet

-Joni Mitchell

Once again...the musical life takes a turn towards the subtle, quiet lyrics full of longing, set in a small cafe under rings of smoke.

I really wish I could believe the whole "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all" kitschy phrase we've all been fed our entire lives.

But I can't.

The only thing that is better is to have loved and to continue loving and having. The losing part is extremely overrated.

I Continually ask myself if three weeks of utter bliss are really worth the coming months of sadness and the lengthy healing process which will inevitably ensue. I still do not have an answer to that question.

As much as I have tried to wrap my head around all of this and understand, my mind does not yet have the ability to comprehend such a contradiction. Honesty or no honesty, a matter of timing or not...I don't or better yet... I refuse to understand.

Los Amantes

Mientras caminas
por bosques y parques
sólo por besar tus pies

el otoño desnuda sus árboles
sólo por besar tus pies.
El te ama como yo
con ojos infinitosy como yo
también quisieradesnudarte de otoño.

Nosotros los amantes
sobre nosotros
la lluvia y el amorla lluvia sin cesar
sin cesar el amor
sobre nosotros
la lluvia que como el amor
humedece a los amantes.

-Susana Baca

I´m Getting Old...

Honestly..I dont even have a song thought out for an entry in a blog that I haven´t written in for over a year. So Sue me.

Fact of the matter is...I wanted to write, because..I´m getting old.

I know..I know..it sounds so tragic, as if I just turned 95 or something..but bear with me here..There is no longer this bright golden sheen to my complexion, when my skin had yet to meet the hazzards of smoking and the shadows under my eyes had not yet joined forces with the dark underworld of insomnia..

...........................Regardless. I still feel young and I will continue to party with the best of them. Maybe not untill 4 am. Maybe just untill 2.

OK so hypothetically speaking..Im an adult now..right? I no longer have the safe warm blanket of college around my shoulders to excuse my late nights and reckless behaviour. I can no longer say..Hey I can do that..I´m in college, its allowed. Thats what all americans say to make ourselves feel better about the Boys and Girls Gone Wild episodes of our lives.

ITS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now What? The only song I can come up with which is appropriate and fuck, it even makes me a bit nostalgic given the direction this post took on:

Happy Birthday TO Me..
Happy Birthday To Me..
Im getting to be an old crazy fart reaching a pre mid life crisis.......
Happy Birthday To ME!!!!

L-O-V-E

Ok its coming a little late...but in honor to that holiday we celebrated a few weeks ago I have a little song to sing.

L..is for the way you look at mee!

O..is for the only one I see!

V...is veryyy veeery..extraordinary!!

E...is even more than anyone that you adore can!!

LOVE..is all that I can give tooo you!!!!!!!

As you can see..it was all about love this valentines day!!! Actually I changed the name to Being Single and Fabulous Day..why the hell not?

But when you think about it lets do a recount. Last valentines day I got a huge bucket of expensive chocolate, a stuffed animal and a card.

I downed all the chocolate with my buddies, the stuffed animal is in the city dumps and the bucket is now on my table filled with ice.

My friends...forget about it..they made this day so much better!

THIS valentines day I have all these wonderful memories!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I rest my case.

Love is all that I can give to you

Love is more than just a game for two

Two in love can make it

Take my heart and please don't break it

Love was made for me and you!!!

Tertulia en el Colmado

Tertulia:
"Es una reunión, informal y periódica, de gente interesada en un tema o en una rama concreta del arte o de la ciencia, para debatir, informarse o compartir ideas y opiniones. Por lo general la reunión tiene lugar en un café o cafetería, y suelen participar en ellas personas del ámbito intelectual."
-Wikipedia, La enciclopedia libre.

En este caso, la tertulia semanal a la que asisto se realiza en el colmado J&M de la bella urbanización de La Lotería, en Santiago de los 30 (*cough*) Caballeros. En la esquina de mi casa.
Usualmente, alrededor de los Viernes, se reunen en el colmado los chicos del barrio y tambien aquellos que una vez eran del barrio y no logran dejarlo realmente. Están todos en todo su esplendor, desde aquel que se casó hace dos meses pero no puede por nada del mundo apartarse de sus panas, hasta mi fan #1 de Karaoke los miércoles (esa es otra historia).
Hemos pasado por varios temas, desde discusiones de géneros, hasta la monogamia, entre otras cosas.

El tema de este viernes: Los Condones.

Qué opinan de las mujeres que los poseen? Que opinan de aquellas que ni siquiera saben bien como funciona uno? Historias ilícitas de momentos de pasión donde "no hubo tiempo para encontrar uno" se intercambiaban velozmente esa noche. "Mielda viejo el susto que paso yo cuando oí lo que era esa jeva...Cuando vi el NEGATIVO casi me muero del alivio"


El consenso general masculino indicaba que la gran mayoría de los hombres les tienen menos respeto a aquellas mujeres que poseen dichos salvavidas. Dicen..."OH Y PORQUE carajo ella debe tener? Eso significa que es frecuente en la práctica."
Pero no que la mujer moderna debe ser precavida e independiente? Entonces? Seguimos en lo mismo.
Esta tertulia colmadera se va poniendo buena.

Come and See..I swear By Now Im Playing Time..

I will go in this way But I'll find my own way outI wont tell you what to be But Im coming to much more....Me

Im only this far And only tomorrow leads my way...

-Dave Matthews Band..#41

Wow.

Someone lifted me up and blew a hot breath of life into my limbs...It's like going from 0 to 60 in 2 seconds.

It used to be that writing only flowed from my veins when I was upset..or depressed or anguished...Or in any case just plain LAZY. I have been wrought through every emotion in my body...It has been a trip to hell and back these past months..Discovering things I knew where there, things I didnt know I knew where there..and things I always knew and never admitted to knowing where there. (Does that make any sense?)

I decided to change my blog...to get rid of the black background..because I feel that my writing does not need to be dark to be good. Misery did produce some awesome material..but let's see how it goes now....with a lighter approach to things.

My intensity is still here. I am still the distressed complicated musical being of dark and light that I have constructed over time...But lets just say that the space between these two shades is alot less drastic.