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- halloween
- cuando, como y donde?
- el sabor del poco a poco
- te confieso
- wild woman
- the mythical lover
- harsh and exciting over and over
- kneeling at your feet
- tremble
- compulsive impulse to write
- love is touching souls
- piensas en mí
- shouting their bad advice
- dripping down my chin
- overflow
- una madurez deliciosamente mía
- telegraph to your soul
- silent devotion
- put on your red shoes
- Antioco Sacasa-Sarria
- he moved her chemically
- rhino skin and elephant balls
- your presence
- desde el pie hasta el alma
- valor and daring
- un baile silencioso
- dile que lo quiero
- my love
- one day
- the joy of everything else
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Tuesday, October 31
halloween
Monday, October 30
cuando, como y donde?
Que cuando como y donde,
Tu siempre me respondes;
Quizas, quizas, quizas.
Y yo desesperando,
Y tu, tu contestando;
Quizas, quizas, quizas.
Pensando, pensando,
Por lo que mas tu quieras,
Hasta cuando, hasta cuando?
Y yo desesperando,
Y tu, tu contestando;
Quizas, quizas, quizas."
Sunday, October 29
el sabor del poco a poco
"A fuego lento tu mirada -
A fuego lento tú o nada -
Vamos fraguando esta locura -
Con la fuerza de los vientos y calor de la ternura -
Sigue el camino del cortejo -
A fuego lento a fuego viejo -
Sigue avivando nuestra llama -
Con todo lo que te quiero y lo mucho que me amas -
A fuego lento me haces agua -
Contigo tengo el alma enamorada -
Me llenas, me vacías, me desarmas -
Ay ay ay amor cuando me amas -
A fuego lento revoltosas -
Caricias que parecen mariposas -
Se cuelan por debajo de la ropa -
Y van dejando el sentimiento amor forjado a fuego lento -
A fuego lento mi cintura -
A fuego lento y con lisura -
Vamos tramando este alboroto -
Con la danza de los mares y el sabor del poco a poco -
Sigo el camino del cortejo -
A fuego lento a fuego añejo -
Sigo avivando en nuestra llama -
Tantos días como sueños, tantos sueños que no acaban.."
- Rosana Arbelo
Saturday, October 28
te confieso
“Te confieso que no tengo un instante sin pensar en ti, que cuanto como y bebo tiene tu sabor, que la vida eres tú a toda hora y en todas partes. Que el gozo supremo de mi corazón sería morirme contigo. -¿Y ahora? - Ahora nada - Me basta con lo que sepas."
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Friday, October 27
wild woman
But there is another aspect to mastery, and that is dealing with what can only be called women's rage. The release of that rage is required. Once women remember the origins of their rage, they feel they may never stop grinding their teeth. Ironically, we also feel very anxious to disperse our rage, for it feels distressing and noxious. We wish to hurry up and do away with it.
But repressing it will not work. It is like trying to put fire into a burlap bag. Neither is it good to scald ourselves or someone else with it. So there we are holding a powerful emotion that we feel came upon us unbidden. It is a little like toxic waste; there it is, no one wants it, but there are few disposal areas for it. One has to travel far in order to find a burial ground...
...All emotion, even rage, carries knowledge, insight, what some call enlightenment. Our rage can, for a time, become teacher...a thing not to be rid of so fast, but rather something to climb the mountain for, something to personify via various images in order to learn from, deal with internally, then shape into something useful in the world as a result, or else let it go back down to dust. In a cohesive life, rage is not a stand-alone item. It is a substance waiting for our transformative efforts. The cycle of rage is like any other cycle; it rises, falls, dies and is released as new energy. Attention to the matter of rage begins the process of transformation.
Allowing oneself to be taught by one's rage, thereby transforming it, disperses it. One's energy returns to use in other areas, especially the area of creativity. Although some people claim they can create out of their chronic rage, the problem is that rage confines access to the collective unconscious - that infinite reservoir of imaginal images and thoughts - so that a person creating out of rage tends to create the same thing over and over again, with nothing new coming through. Untransformed rage can become a constant mantra about how oppressed, hurt and tortured we were...
...Rage corrodes our trust that anything good can occur. Something has happened to hope. And behind the loss of hope is usually anger; behind anger, pain; behind pain, usually torture of one sort or another, sometimes recent, but more often from long ago.
In physical post-trauma work, we know that the sooner injury is dealt with, the less its effect spread or worsen. Also the more quickly a trauma is contained and dealt with, the faster the recovery time. This is true for psychological trauma as well. What condition would we be in if we'd broken a leg as a child, and thirty years later it still had not been properly set?
...There is a life beyond thoughtless rage...it takes a conscious practice to contain and heal such. But we can do it. It truly takes only climbing through one step at a time.
So rather than trying to "behave" and not feel our rage or rather than using it to burn down every living thing in a hundred-mile radius, it is better to first ask rage to take a seat with us, have some tea, talk a while so we can find out what summoned this visitor. At first rage...it doesn't want to talk, it doesn't want to eat, just wants to sit there and stare, or rail, or be left alone. It is this critical point that we call the healer, our wisest self, our best resources for seeing beyond ego irritation and aggravation. The healer is always the "far-seer." She is the one who can tell us what good can come from exploring this emotive surge."
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D
remembering Seotember 27th: one month ago seems like an eternity and still so raw...
my beloved daughter turns 18 months old today...
Thursday, October 26
the mythical lover
Wednesday, October 25
harsh and exciting over and over
Tuesday, October 24
kneeling at your feet
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow..."
- Sacha Skarbek, sung by James Blunt
Monday, October 23
Sunday, October 22
compulsive impulse to write
Saturday, October 21
love is touching souls
"I am as constant as a northern star" and I said,
"Constantly in the darkness -
Where's that at?...
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine -
You taste so bitter -
And so sweet oh -
I could drink a case of you,
darling and I would -
Still be on my feet -
Oh I would still be on my feet -
Oh I am a lonely painter -
I live in a box of paints -
I'm frightened by the devil -
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid -
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 -
You taste so bitter -
And so sweet oh -
I could drink a case of you darling -
Still I'd be on my feet -
I would still be on my feet -
I met a woman -
She had a mouth like yours, she knew your life -
She knew your devils and your deeds,
and she said -
"Go to him -
stay with him if you can -
But be prepared to bleed..."
- Joni Mitchell (circa 1971)
Friday, October 20
piensas en mí
Piensa en mí;
Si tienes ganas de llorar -
Piensa en mí.
Ya ves que venero
Tu imagen divina,
Tu párvula boca
Que siendo tan niña,
Me enseñó a besar.
Cuando sufras,
Cuando llores
También piensa en mí.
Quitarme la vida,
No la quiero para nada,
Para nada me sirve sin ti."
Thursday, October 19
shouting their bad advice
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice -
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations -
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do -
determined to save
the only life that you could save."
- Mary Oliver
Wednesday, October 18
Tuesday, October 17
overflow
Monday, October 16
una madurez deliciosamente mía
- Gioconda Belli
mi alma no tiene edad...pero la edad me esta recreando con una madurez deliciosamente mía...y no tengo tiempo para cosas (o personas) sin almas...
Sunday, October 15
telegraph to your soul
Saturday, October 14
silent devotion
it is more than I thought could exist,
you move through the room,
like breathing was easy,
if someone believed me,
they would be,
as in love with you as I am,
they would be,
as in love with you as I am,
they would be,
as in love with you as I am,
they would be,
in love, love, love...
and everyday,
I'm learning about you,
the things that no one else sees,
and the end comes too soon,
like dreaming of angels,
and leaving without them,
a silent devotion,
I know you know what I mean,
and the end is unknown,
but I think I'm ready,
as long as you're with me,
being
as in love with you as I am
as in love, love, love..."
- Romy Madley Croft
Friday, October 13
put on your red shoes
Let's dance -
To the song they're playin' on the radio -
Let's sway -
While color lights up your face -
Let's sway -
Sway through the crowd to an empty space -
I'll run with you
And if you say hide
We'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall into my arms
And tremble like a flower
Let's dance
For fear your grace should fall
Let's dance
For fear tonight is all
Let's sway
You could look into my eyes
Let's sway
Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
I'll run with you
And if you say hide
We'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall into my arms
And tremble like a flower
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's sway
Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance, dance, dance..."