May 15, 2008

Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.

~Toni Morrison


February 18, 2008

A single metaphor can give birth to love.

~Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

fin de semana de festejo

February 11, 2008

a perfect cocktail

a true authentic margarita

ready to go anywhere

January 10, 2008

That’s how I feel: ready to go anywhere, ready to quit to unnecessary tedium, and welcoming changes & beginnings. And the most important thing, I’m determined to go into exile and devote myself to fairy tales and writing. The decision is made. Thanks Argel for your advice. I do believe this is the perfect time to do it.

And but for the sky there are no fences facin’.
~Bob Dylan, Mr. Tambourine Man

I’m also very grateful to Margarita for her wholehearted support and for walking along with me in this parade, and to Alexis for listening and for daily sharing a trip upon a magic swirling ship, which led us to the contemplation of a diamond sky being silhouetted by the sea and to a journey I trust to be endless. Thanks to the three of you.

Doubtlessly, things happen for a reason. Let’s see where I’m heading for…

October 5, 2007

what other places are there in the world
than those discovered on a lover’s body?

~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body


September 30, 2007

This was a weekend for rewriting,

and recycling all after the tragedy of loss.

Time to
           rethink priorities,
                                     welcome the new,
                                                                  recover hope and
                                                                                              enjoy the ride.

your heavy unbeliavable
skull, crowded with radiant
suns, a new planet, the people
submerged in you, a lost civilization
I can never excavate:

my hands trace the contours of a total
universe, its different
colours, flowers, its undiscovered
animals, violent or serene

its other air
its claws

its paradise rivers

~Margaret Atwood

September 23, 2007

What you risk reveals what you value.

~Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

Love Lies Bleeding

June 19, 2007

Love that is dead and buried, yesterday
      Out of his grave rose up before my face;
      No recognition in his look, no trace
Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey.
While I, remembering, found no word to say,
      But felt my quickened heart leap in its place;
      Caught afterglow, thrown back from long-set days,
Caught echoes of all music passed away.
Was this indeed to meet? –I mind me yet
      In youth we met when hope and love were quick,
            We parted with hope dead, but love alive:
      I mind me how we parted then heart-sick,
            Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive: –
Was this to meet? Not so, we have not met.

~Christina Rossetti


love love love

June 18, 2007

You’ll be given love… maybe not from the directions you are staring at.