Wednesday, August 25, 2010

you captivate me so

can i read everything you've ever thought? it would be a book i would re-read until the pages fell apart. can i know you forever? i'll breathe you in.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

we lit our nightly fire

fre·net·ic/frəˈnetik/Adjective: Fast and energetic in a rather wild and uncontrolled way: "a frenetic pace of activity."

"I think I'm just searching for answers, and some kind of direction," he says. "I guess I always have been."

Jason Schwartzman

I put it around my neck... it became a string of lovely pearls, each with a moon inside. My room then was full of moonlight as if the full moon had found its way in through the open window.


verano eterno

there were some people and moments with beauty so striking that i know i will never, ever forget them.


you've become a fixation for me and i'd let your skin drench and consume me like the south american sun. would you feed my hunger with your own? we could look at all the rooftops in la paz, reflecting the southern hemisphere rays and all the promises that were made and forgotten that you can't see when you're farther up. it looks as perfect as when you watch a city fade away from an airplane window and you can't see the human drama permeating the streets; all the houses lined up like terracotta crayons in a box. we're so far above it all now. the thought catches my breath in my throat- i can barely breathe in this city and all the noise in my head is so much quieter. we're so high up, no pressure to keep us here and coming down will ring me out.

you think it's wrong for me? that it's impermanent and won't sustain. that's been the nature of most things i've ever had; coming and going with the fleeting intensity of a summer sunburn. it's all fervor and desire. for a while it makes it better- like sleeping on the ground or staying up all night. i've been reading too much henry miller.

we are so far from where we were, from where i'm from. i'm with you and they've lost us anyway, like hemmingway and all his friends.

Sunday, August 1, 2010


la vida es como la espuma, por eso hay que darse como el mar.

life is like the surf, so give yourself away like the sea.

y tu mamá también

pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly i saw
the heavens
and open,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

and i, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
i wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

pablo neruda