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29.04.08



porque tan triste. te sientas sola. rodillas a tu pecho. mirando al cielo abajo y los rios arriba. extraño, extraño.

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27.04.08

fireworks and canonblasts. just as it is in crete. rising rising up. indeed.

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26.04.08

el bosque te llore.

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25.04.08

you sit floating on a flame. you listen carefully as some wiseguy tells you a thing or two. you nod your head but you don’t’ understand a thing he says. he is so wise. you hear a blast behind you. turn you head, and only smoke.

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24.04.08

the curtain opens. it is your coat held wide. a book open to the right page. the wall of a house with window boxes filled with flowers blooming shyly.

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23.04.08

an old man a Shepard with a cloak over his shoulder and a long staff in his hand. he pushes on and his flock follows. remember the sheep + goats grazing in the bluffs above our swimming spot in Batroun?

even a 9 meter wall cannot discourage us. but a volcano, maybe. the earth crumbling beneath us a mosaic, also may slow us down.

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22.04.08

why do I insist there is something to be found here. your face in the side of a mountain. monkeys, bats, peacocks and monsters crawling crawling crawling up to the clouds. a handsome warrior princess waits behind the last plateau.

why is it always mountains and swift waves of the sea below?

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17.04.08

they have an argument. a dog that is a griffin and a blob that is neither human nor animal more like a big rock. not a mountain, a big rock. and between their piercing words there is a gap like a ravine with water trickling thru it. when the blob speaks her words are tiny miniture people, acrobats and clowns -- the circus has come to town - these are her words: a beautiful girl on a trapeze, a strongman clutching the edge of the cliff with one hand and one foot he leans out and in his other hand he holds another beautiful girl with hair flowing and she begins her routine balanced on a slab of wood teetering on a round round ball -- we wait for her to do handstands and back bends. the dog barks back airplanes and spitballs. this is hardly a fair fight.

below the crowds watch in wonder.

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16.04.08

I am a shooting star. you too. volamos por el cielo profundo. el cielo es tambien el mar y estamos nadando suave y rapido con las olas y el viento.

our destination a crescent of land, la luna con un abrazo grande y abierto. there she waits for us. desde aqui, far from land pero tan cercano que podemos a verla, we move our arms more briskly, we kick our feet 1-2 1-2 uno dos tres cuatro and we know we will get there soon -- vamos a llegar vamos a llegar.

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15.04.08

i cannot read this now. no puedo entender nada -- bas I know hay algo magnificente en los molinos -- es una pintura, una pelicula -- pero solo un momento o como un fragmento de mi dia, mi vida, mis sueños, si? el momento: I turn the cup upside-down. mi dia: I sit on the balcony watching the neighbors carry their trash to the dumpster and back; mis sueños: iza kil yom bikun mitil lyom -- I sit drinking coffee on my balcony searching to see a strip of sea hiding behind the trees past the school playground on the other side of the ring road that separates one section of town from the next, that leads to a set of dying stairs, to the small one way street, that runs into my house yellow with red shutters and whispers to me, come on, come on -- shway shway.

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los angeles

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11.04.08

a big huge three pronged crown fills up almost every breathable space. the head below it is dark and featureless. sometimes the face is a monkey, sometimes a lion -- but mostly just a huge ugly mud puddle.

despite the sovereign mud puddle taking up a lot of space, there are children who are also gazelles who play at the edge of a mountain and forest. the trees behind them embrace their games. they laugh and jump and scream -- ha ha ha ha ha… weeeeeeee! they just ignore the shadow tall and imposing bearing down on them.

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08.04.08

una fantasma she sits, lays down, reclines. en sus brazos a big blob of something. y en la distancia un dibujo muy lindo, muy suave como Japanese scrolls and screens. a mountaintop -- la cima. a bird maybe an owl large on a a treebranch out of proportion with the mountain. I think black cloud, small but serious. and two people traveling walking wandering but we do not see their feet, just torsos and heads moving towards the mountain and the owl with a wispy floaty gait. nuestra fantasma miralo todo desde abajo.

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06.04.08

de repente, te no conozco. empiezas a cambiar. ya ahora, pareces tu como todo -- como alguien, cualquier alguien. sin caracteristicas bien interesantes… quizas son guapas o lindas -- pero no hay nada, ni ningun detalla de tu cara, tus ojos, tus labios, la boca, la nariz -- nada nada de ti, nada que puedo reconocer. lo mismo de todos -- como alguien, cualquier alguien.

puedo ver una casa en la distancia. una casa hecho de piedras -- no mas como hecho de dos montañas, y ya. hay un rio que corriendo abajo de la casa y sube sube sube al otro lado y al mismo momento, el agua cayendo del otro lado. y ya.

what I mean to say is that you are gone.

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4.04.08

running corriendo whey. and shouting. and singing. hey. running. singing. shouting. and the other people they are climbing a cliff. but you run on a mountain range easy strong and big nothing can stop you singing, shouting corriendo whey. there is a big bird in the sky an airplane arriving and an eagle leaving. you shout to the plane/bird you sing a welcome song -- you run after her. hey hey wait for me. under your feet the land plays a trick and is not land at all not a mountain, not a earth, but a big huge scorpion watching you as you run, shout and sing. his tail is resting. keep on running, girl and sing, please sing.

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april fools

you are sleeping.
like a coma
like rip van winkle
like the dead. only you are not dead, you are not sick in a hospital and you will wake before a century has passed. you just lay there. asleep and I cannot wake you. your head droops down below your shoulders because you do not have a proper pillow. you sleep on the mesa of a mountain. and you wait. the mesa is just that a table to hold you steady and wait for the day when you rise and rub your eyes, awake.

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april fools

you are sleeping.
like a coma
like rip van winkle
like the dead. only you are not dead, you are not sick in a hospital and you will wake before a century has passed. you just lay there. asleep and I cannot wake you. your head droops down below your shoulders because you do not have a proper pillow. you sleep on the mesa of a mountain. and you wait. the mesa is just that a table to hold you steady and wait for the day when you rise and rub your eyes, awake.

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