La velocidad en el viaje me permitía arrojar mi cabeza hacia atrás, al hacerlo el techo de la combi que era blanco con puntos negros parecía cobrar vida...
estaba en movimiento, se acercaba y se alejaba según yo deseara. Parecía desdoblarse, rodearme, a veces me asustaba y cerraba mis ojos. Luego los abría seducida por la sensación de flotar. Podía imaginar muchas cosas al ritmo en que se movían los puntos ¿yo los movía o se movían solos? siempre me preguntaba esto.
Deep within the corners of my mind
I keep a memory of your face
And I only pull it out
When I long for your embrace
Deep within the corners of my mind
I'm haunted by your smile
As it promises me joys
Like a journey to a tropic isle
It's not hard to see what you do to me
It's like a page right out of Ernest Hemingway
Though I try to fight
All the words you write,
leave me standing in the starring role
in some tragic lovers play
But deep within the corners of my mind
I'm praying secretly
That eventually in time
There'll be a place for you and me
That eventually in time
There'll be a place for you and me
There'll be a place for you and me
Deep within the corners of my mind
If the stars were mine
I'd give them all to you
I'd pluck them down right from the sky
And leave it only blue
I would never let the sun forget
To shine upon your face
So when others would have rain clouds
You'd have only sunny days
If the stars were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar
And give them all to you
If the birds were mine
I'd tell them when to sing
I'd make them sing a sonnet
When your telephone would ring
I would put them there inside the square
Whenever you went out
So there'd always be sweet music
Whenever you walk about
If the birds were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd teach the birds such lovely words
And make 'em sing for you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words
And make them sing for you
If the world was mine
I'd paint it gold and green
I'd make the oceans orange
For a brilliant color scheme
I would color all the mountains
Make the sky forever blue
So the world would be a painting
And I'd live inside with you
If the world was mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd wrap the world in ribbons
And then give it all to you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words
And make them sing for you
I'd put those stars right in a jar and
Give them all to youuuuuuuuu
Deep within your heart, you know it's plain to see
Like Adam was to Eve, you were made for me
They say the poisoned vine breeds a finer wine
Our love is easy
If you ask me plainly, I would gladly say
I'd like to have you around just for them rainy days
I like the touch of your hand
The way you make no demands
Our love is easy
Our love is easy
Like water rushing over stone
Oh, our love is easy
Like no love I've ever known
Physically speaking, we were made to last
Examine all the pieces of our recent past
There's your mouth of tears
Your hands around my waist
Our love is easy
Every time we meet, it's like the first we kiss
Never growing tired of this endlessness
It's a simple thing
we don't need a ring
Our love is easy
Our love is easy
Like water rushing over stone
Oh, our love is easy
Like no love I've ever known
Our love is easy
Like water rushing over stone
Oh, our love is easy
Like no love I've ever known
Deep within your heart, you know it's plain to see
Like Adam was to Eve, you were made for me
They say the poisoned vine breeds a finer wine
Sweet Memory
Talking 'bout a sweet memory
It goes round and round in my head
Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead
But for now I got this sweet memory
Sunny day, Sunny day
Not a cloud crosses the sky
Not a tear comes to my eye
On this sunny day
Sweet Memory
Talking 'bout a sweet memory
It goes round and round in my head
Pretty soon I'll want the real thing instead
But for now I got this sweet memory
Sweet Memory
Sweet Memory
Goodnite
Close your eyes and just sleep tight
I'll lie awake and watch you dream
to be sure that all of your dreams are pure
My dear dont you worry bout a thing
I'll be near to you all night
and through the evening
I'll be by your side
So Goodnite
Close your eyes and just sleep tight
I'll lie awake and watch you dream
to be sure that all of your dreams are pure
While you slumber
in case you ever wonder
if a summer breeze just brushed your cheek
know it's me
And Goodnite
Close your eyes and just sleep tight
I'll lie awake and watch you dream
to be sure that all of your dreams are pure
Escuché un manantial de agua deslizarse, entré a la cocina, era mi hijo jugando con una cuchara abajo del grifo, el agua corría, se esforzaba por construir formas, eso decía él. No se. Yo no veía nada, disfrutaba de verlo a él con la cuchara, verlo repetir, intentarlo, abandonar y continuar el siguiente día y el día después de ese. Le molestaba no poder retener una forma más que unos cuantos segundos.
Luego de muchos días, yo tenía cientos de fotos de su juego.
Las armé y le dije mira, acá está lo que hiciste. Él estaba feliz.
Él ve cosas diferentes cada vez que observa las imágenes, yo siempre veo lo mismo. A él jugando.
Me llevé el juego de mi hijo a mi clase, se hizo tarea y se convirtió en un Proyecto de clase.
Morning XXVII
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails -
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves -
and becomes a naked hand again.
"I," she told him, "can believe anything. You have no idea what I believe."
"Really?"
"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen -- I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledly lemurs and bad ones that mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.
I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass.
I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.
I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the martians in War of the Worlds.
I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.
I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.
I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive.
I believe in an empty and godless universe of casual chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly.
I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.
I believe in a woman's right to choose, and a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life happens while you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." She stopped, out of breath.
