Archive for September, 2010

Head Full of Flowers

To cover the wall space
With something absorbing
With something enriching
With something foretelling
When something is lacking
Though seemingly simple
In feelings beguiling
And reasons unknowing
A head full of flowers
For minutes and hours.


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Tengo miedo de verte           I have fear of seeing you
necesidad de verte                 necessity of seeing you
esperanza de verte                 hope of seeing you
desazones de verte.               uneases of seeing you.

Tengo ganas de hallarte       I have willingness of finding you
preocupación de hallarte    worry of finding you
certidumbre de hallarte      certainty of finding you
pobres dudas de hallarte.    poor doubts of finding you.

Tengo urgencia de oírte       I have urgency of hearing you
alegría de oírte                         happiness of hearing you
buena suerte de oírte             good luck of hearing you
y temores de oírte.                  and fears of hearing you.

O sea                                           So to speak
resumiendo                            summarizing
estoy jodido                           I am fucked
y radiante                               and radiant
quizá más lo primero         perhaps more the former
que lo segundo                     than the last
y también                                and also
viceversa.                               vice versa.

— Mario Benedetti

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A word

A smile

A glimmer

A wonder

A desire

An excitement

An enchantment

An exhilaration

A random direction

A perfect adventure

In search of eyes to swim inside for all your life

If but for a moment to feel the peace of the last piece of the puzzle, found.

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Lo Hecho, Hecho Esta

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There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl to break it’s shell.
And the lily,
how passionately it needs some wild darling!
At night I open the window and ask the moon to come and press it’s face
against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

– Rumi

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