Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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About the song Papa
My dad always was one of those parents adventurers. All weekend started on your bike or in 4x4 enduro hunting adventures, discover new ways, jumping between rocks or sinking in the sand. Saturday he had not stayed home. Rain, snow or shine, as he undertook his travels. And sometimes we carried with us. The four family conformábamos then spread on two bikes, quarreling with my brother who was driving and who's going around. I loved those trips a little more. Roads were relatively easy, and I could take control of the vehicle and drive it at my leisure. I got tired, called time and gave it to me. I buried: father saved me in less than a second. But when my dad got us there in his 4x4 and I did not like. We left very early, we walked I do not know how many roads destroyed, I do not know what we climbed hills, and all the falls, knocks and headers. The truck climbed vertically, and I swore that at any moment we fell back. My body was traveling tense, I nailed my own nails, I bled the palms of your hands, my teeth chattered. Then we bowed to the right. I moved to the left thinking that my few kilos could make a tremendous vehicle counter. And we are about to capsize. Now we pour. Dad, we're going to turn! I cried the whole soul from within. She closed her eyes, hiding his head between my knees, but my body still felt the slope. I had to do a lot of strength not to hit against the glass. Enough, please. I want to go walking! Shut up, nothing happens. Then I had to keep quiet. Get a ball and fully tighten the seat, while the stones and wells made me jump. And my brother screaming yes, to stick by the river, climb the stone giant. And I cried screaming, suffering as ever, with two knots in the throat and wanted to jump out the window. Lunch came and finally we stopped. We ate on a stone or sod some sandwiches or a roast, sometimes we swam in the river, we played with a frisbee, and went back to the truck. Time to return. Well, at least I spent half the day. But the way back was just awful that the first leg. My father never tired of risk. Never chose the path that was marked. I wanted to be the first to travel every inch of land.
And finally we went out to the road, when it was dark, and my muscles have not recovered. The pain was already installed on my whole body. My eyes were swollen from crying so much repressed. Now the truck will not move much, maybe I can rest. But every light that shone in front of me I meant a threat. Every car that we headed back to tense muscles. Then once that happened, just when I saw the little light blue on the board, indicating that the high light was on, only then beginning to feel safe. Because no one was coming from the front, because he saw more. Confidence in my father at the wheel, I never missed. But he always had these urges to choose the worst roads unnecessarily (or those who for me were the worst). Then closed mis ojitos, relajaba mis manos, mis dientes. Trataba de dormir. Pero otro par de ojos luminosos que se acercaban me obligaban a abrirlos. Me mantenía atenta hasta que pasaban. Y cuando la luz azul, mi favorita, volvía a encenderse, otra vez estaba a salvo. Con esa luz encendida, ya casi estaba en casa.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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U.S. adventurer
Tx: Isabel Allende,
La isla bajo el mar
algunas noches eran claramente visibles a la derecha de la luna.
Ph: google.com tell you, to tell you straight .
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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Yavi, Jujuy, Argentina
I'm there. From that image I salute you. Did not you see? I am the sky crying, rain and hits you. Praise thee, and I applaud you framed. And you know it and I'm smiling. I'm rocking. I gave birth, I sigh, I kiss you. Until fall and kicking. Tapping it spills and bite. Then bleed you, I bleed and I sink beneath the ground. I sleep in silence. I close my eyes, the darkness surrounding me. Until a firefly light on and want. I ask for light. Implore light. More light. Dame more. It explodes. I glare. Overwhelm me, I burn, I get tired. To break the silence, the vessels and the walls. 
I
grass chokes, comes out, is flooded and can swim the breast. The mud where you stand, that you dirty, you clean, feed you. Slip me whiplash cry. I get up, dry, clean me. And whenever I fall. I work up, disarmed me. Disarmed me, I work up. Lift a stone, keep it in my pocket, my fingers wet. I keep in my pocket. I hang around your neck, you bite my shoulder. I kiss this freedom, this peace. I have you in this world, in all these shots. I am one of these colors, I am alone in this mess. In this, my eternal sway of lights and darks, I'm slides, carousels I am trampolines, hammocks and springs. I am the silence you calm, angry bankrupt you. I am the smile that lifts you, the tears that you crashing to the ground, which disfigures you, and that makes you fly. I am water, I am fire. Salto, I rise, flight, I break. And back. Stumble, I cry and laugh. I do, I fall apart. I think, me ruined. Respite. I'm drowning. Sigh. Dream.  |
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appears. Decí.
What if I tell you I need you? What if I say that I miss?
What if I tell you to look? What if I tell you I love you?
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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I wonder how you are. If your soul has found the peace he craved. If your head rests on a body you love. Do not think I've forgotten you. That is virtually impossible, well you know it would be like asking me to stop listening los discos de Frank Sinatra a todo volumen una y otra vez. Cada noche que espío a las estrellas me acuerdo de vos y aquello que una vez me dijiste sobre la luz que cada una de ellas emite. Cómo olvidarte si me enseñaste el nombre de mi estrella favorita. Y todavía estás acá. Y rondás por mi cabeza. Y te encuentro en cada gorrión que toma vuelo. Porque con vos pasé toda una tarde tomando mates y hablando de gorriones y sabores de helados.
Me pregunto si lograste librarte de aquellas cuerdas que tan fuerte te ataban al suelo y te impedían despegar. Si descargaste algo del peso de tu espalda. Si sos más liviana y te diste cuenta que así es más fácil caminar, se salta más alto and flies farther. Women, it does carry weight at the time! To me society and I weigh a little less. I learned so much at this time ... is amazing how much you learn when you believe that you no longer is any light ahead. Learned from me, people, literature, nature. Of nature more than anything, in fact, is what has it all. We have them.
I wonder if you'll know all those places we promised that cold night of chocolates and a piece of graph paper. If you're installed and still one of them, or be as nomadic as we dreamed. Did you take your bike with you? In each bike blue cross the street I look ... but never is you who are driving. Sometimes it's your style, sometimes the shape of your legs, some faded your backpack ... but you're never completely. Maybe even got a replica of Van Gogh that you like. I tried to copy some time ago. But the result was so awful, that I hid in the back of my closet, along with letters from old lovers. Maybe moths like it, who knows.
I know of your desire, your new dreams, your heart. I hope your desire to have the world before your eyes have not stopped and I've gotten a lot of memories to tell someday. I wonder if you will continue fighting for what you stole some tears every time he told me. I sure do not got off the sword and that you must have achieved much more. So I imagine the command of someone who has invaded your immense and fragile heart and take care of you after your coat also much more than He could have anyone here care. 
I imagine
free, disheveled, with one or two more wrinkles and a smile two times that I met. I imagine with many books on your list of "talents and thrashed and head up toward the sun. I can not imagine where you are, or with whom. But I'm sure happy. At least That's what I want most.
I leave these letters in the place that was so ours and maybe some day that surprised me, decide to return to find some echo of what lived there. I leave you there because I do not know which door to knock, who collectively take, or what planet you're chasing a rainbow now.
Hoping to hear soon of your smile and your new adventure, full envelope hugs maybe those traveling and find you. And while I continue with my internal struggles ever end, I hope your news.
you want from day one (and you wonder mountains)
The one on the yellow bike.
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