Do not love half lovers

Posted on Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Do not love half lovers

Do not entertain half friends

Do not indulge in works of the half talented

Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death

If you choose silence, then be silent

When you speak, do so until you are finished

Do not silence yourself to say something

And do not speak to be silent

If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it

If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance

Do not accept half a solution

Do not believe half truths

Do not dream half a dream

Do not fantasize about half hopes

Half a drink will not quench your thirst

Half a meal will not satiate your hunger

Half the way will get you no where

Half an idea will bear you no results

Your other half is not the one you love

It is you in another time yet in the same space

It is you when you are not

Half a life is a life you didn't live,

A word you have not said

A smile you postponed

A love you have not had

A friendship you did not know

To reach and not arrive

Work and not work

Attend only to be absent

What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you

The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists to live a life
not half a life

Khalil Gibran

And so the story goes...

Posted on Monday, February 24, 2020

The wardrobe is no longer like it was. The end has arrived. I wrote you ten thousands poems. I've seen more stars this month than all last year. I look above more often. I can't listen to the songs I've listened last year, I just can't. I can't repeat anything.
We are still us but different, right?
No one should rush a red light, babe, I told you so, remember?

So, what about now? Should I cut my hair while I sew the flag of freedom? I have all these spare fabrics laying around.

We will always have secret dances at the mall and midnight dinners. Have we ever had dinner before midnight? Laugh lives in our cheeks when we see each other. I am not mad at you. Pizza one of these days?

You've got a ketchup stain on your shirt

Posted on Saturday, January 25, 2020

If you are anything like me, you start packing before it is time to move. You can sense Autumn in the first day of Summer and in profound Winter you can already see her coming...Spring with her crown of flowers and 3 in the morning dreams. You know before you know. You know when things are coming to an end. When the cake in the oven is ready. When the doorbell will ring. The exact song that would cure all your sorrows if you listened to it right now.

We are getting older by the day. Today I've unsubscribe from all the shop's newsletters. Ain't nobody has time for that shit. We are getting closer to something we've been creating. I miss sitting on the beach, just talking, the hands perusing the sand while we talk. People have so many ideas. It's really beautiful. I've color organized my wardrobe because that's the kind of stuff you can only do when it's Saturday and your plans were brutally dismissed. I don't like surprises that much.

But about the wardrobe...I no longer separate trousers from dresses or shorts, now everything is next to each other by color. It's really cool actually. So there's that in having your plans canceled. I do have a curious amount of white clothing. I could start wearing only my white clothes but in a small town I'm already too much of an attention driver just being me (and ocasionally talking to myself, but who doesn't want to live as a bohemian old lady when you are still young?).

The cat has a big scar. January, the month of the cats they say around here. And yes you can hear them, fighting for the hot chick. Or cat in this case.

But try the wardrobe thing. It gives this marvelous sense of abundance and order and creativity at the same time.

You know what? Life works in circles. And if you are anything like me you know that soon, really soon, my wardrobe will be a mess and someone will notice the ketchup stain in your shirt.

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Lights and Shadows, a new beginning a new end, everything worthy is free

Posted on Saturday, January 11, 2020

There are tiny Gods and tiny Goddesses living in small beautiful places. Under a rock, behind a door, on the chappel's brass bell. Remember to talk to them. Remember to greet them. They will bless you with salty poems that you'll hear by the sea. To translate them one must be free. To be free one must not want anything in particular from anyone. Life happens in liberty. The chances are we will all dance together in the after party. Dance now. Smile now. Laugh now. Break down everything you know about yourself. The Universe is so vast, maybe we, too, are tiny Gods and Goddesses living in tiny beautiful places.

Empty spaces by Hemingway

Posted on Tuesday, December 10, 2019

I remember reading this poem a long time ago, when my heart was trying to remember the songs that only lovers sing. I leave it here. All roads can lead us to where we belong if we accept. 
The year is coming to an end. I was taught by life how to be more patient. Challenges were met with faith. There were surprises and treasures along the road. I hope I keep surprising myself. 
And that salted water, morning kisses and long walks keep being part of my days. The journey is better when we dance, it's better when we laugh, it's better when we love.

If there’s empty spaces in your heart,
They’ll make you think it’s wrong,
Like having empty spaces,
Means you never can be strong,
But I’ve learned that all these spaces,
Means there’s room enough to grow,
And the people that once filled them,
Were always meant to be let go,
And all these empty spaces,
Create a strange sort of pull,
That attract so many people,
You wouldn’t meet if they were full,
So if you’re made of empty spaces,
Don’t ever think it’s wrong,
Because maybe they’re just empty,
Until the right person comes along.

No one knows

Posted on Monday, July 1, 2019

Last night I heard someone talk about my past. Very intriguing to see ourselves through someone's eyes. Someone who doesn't know me but think he does. Our pasts always make sense. Even the errors. Even the things and people we swear they were mistakes. Life has always reason, isn't that what the song says? Anyway, I love to see old people dancing under the stars. Summer has begun. The season of uncovered secrets and new misteries is upon us. Let's dress in cloaks and bathe in sand and sun potions. No one knows were life can take one.

Because we all just need to be ourselves

Posted on Thursday, January 3, 2019

And it's a mistake when we are not.