Cancion de las Simples Cosas

Uno se despide, insensiblemente  / One says farewell, insensibly 
de pequenas cosas   / to small things
lo mismo que un arbol  / the same way a tree
que en tiempo de otoño  / in times of fall
se queda sin hojas   / is bare of leaves
al fin la tristeza es la muerte lenta  / in the end sadness is the slow death
de las simples cosas  / of the simple things
y esas cosas simples  / those simple things
que quedan doliendo / that still hurt
en el corazón  / in your heart.

Uno vuelve siempre  / One always returns
a los viejos sitios  / to the old places
donde amo la vida   / where you once loved life
y entonces comprende /  and then you comprehend
como estan de ausentes / how absent are
las cosas queridas   / the things you held dear
por eso muchacho no partas ahora   / because of that, boy, do not part now
soñando el regreso / dreaming of a return
que el amor es simple  / because love is simple
y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo  / and simple things, they are devoured by time.

Las Simples Cosas - Buika

Bread and Music


by Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)

Music I heard with you was more than music,

And bread I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you, belovèd,

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always, —

They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

Food

I'm an HR Manager. I have to deal with and talk to people all day long. BOO hooo my work sucks and customers yell at me. Booo Hooo I have to work on the weekend. WAH WAH WAH!

Food doesn't talk back to me...I manipulate it into exactly what it wants and has the potential to be.

For example...taking Ripe Nectarines and Limes and making it into this:

Do these Nectarines look like they protested at any point when I was slicing them evenly and laying them gently across the lime curd? DO you think they didn't want to be brushed with a perfect complement of Peach Butter to make them shine and glisten atop this dreamy tart? NO. BECAUSE THEY KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR THEM!

Ok. Enough. I'm off to chop onions now. They don't stand a chance against my santoku knife.

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!!!!