Libre Que Te Quiero

Hasta que se acabe el tiempo guey,
que se amen nuestros cuerpos,
y que salga el sol,
mil mañanas por oriente,
y mil lunas,
lunas diferentes,
Sigue, sigue,
tu sigue bailando.


libre que te quiero libre,
libre de cuerpo y de alma,
viviendo la libertad,
porque te amo y tu me amas,
tu flor y tu alma.


Sábila, tu te desnudas a punto de volar,
te doy mil besos,
el tiempo se nos va,
asi será,
estoy aqui una vez más,
detras de tu flor y tu alma.


Tu sigue bailando,
libre que te quiero libre,
libre de cuerpo y de alma,
viviendo la libertad,
porque te amo y tu me amas,
yo te amo y tu me amas.


Sábila, tu te desnudas a punto de volar,
te doy mil besos,
el tiempo se nos va,
estoy aqui una vez más,
detras de tu flor y tu alma.


Sábila,a punto de volar,
te doy mil besos,
el tiempo se nos va,
estoy aqui una vez más,
detras de tu amor y tu flor y tu alma.


Sábila, bailando en la sombra con ella,
y asi se ira,
nadando entre tu flor y tu alma.


Sabila, tu te desnudas a punto de volar,
te doy mil besos,
el tiempo se nos va,
estoy aqui una vez más,
detras de tu amor y tu flor y tu alma.


Sábila, bailando en la sombra con ella,
y asi se ira,
nadando entre tu flor y tu alma,


Sábila, estoy aqui una vez más,
detras de tu amor y tu flor y tu alma.

This Time...

I went to a wine bar where an acquaintance of mine was playing his guitar...and one years worth of flamenco passion.  Andreas Arnold is a young man I met at my previous flamenco event and I had no idea this much passion could come from such a young German boy whose only been playing flamenco music one year.  Considering I'm 37, I get to call him that lol.  Watch this man...he professes he is just learning.  If that's the case, then I cannot wait to see him master the art.

As to my time at the bar...lmao  My brother, my ex and I all got f*cked up because Raven the beautiful bartender turned out to be a sweetheart.  I don't get it twisted, I know she was doing her job but she is another strong woman I now have the privilege of knowing.  She smiled and afforded us a good time...even when I could see sadness in her eyes from all she's been through.  She was beautiful...we will see you again...

All in all...it was a good night...

My Funny Valentine...

Filled with perfect imperfections whose tempered care would turn them into perfect perfections.  Whose power and poise would mean the subtle grace and elegance of a tigress.  A beast worth surrendering to fully.  The kind of surrender that has a man worshiping the very skin that houses who she is.  The she that grows ever closer to the even greater she will be.  His hands would find the formations that make them healthy, comfortable...and happy.  His body would be hers.  Every muscle, every crease...every appendage...all hers.  She would protect, she would maintain...she would love as the one and only.  Even if for only just a season...it is worth the pain of gain...and loss.

My funny valentine...

I am...

The melody is silence
You have nothing to say
and your muse has died

The symphony is a hollow drum
It beats the mundane
and you cannot find your muse...she's passed

The orchestra plays without instruments
Empty air unpleasing to the ears
Sheet music only the muse could have provided are now...gone

Oh what pain and anguish is left for the poet with no words...no direction, no touch that lasts.

 
Oh what pain and anguish is left for the poet that cannot see beauty...that cannot see grace...that longs for the meaningful...without the pain.

His seconds mean nothing without passion nor do his daylights inspire.

I am that poet...for tonight

I Hate That This Man Is Dead....

Enough said

Enjoy The Show....;-)

Was listening to this song tonight as I walked home and thought "sh*t, that's true" lol

Vidalita...

"Mi pena es más grande, vidalitá
Porque va por dentro
Y en ella te canto, vidalitá
El dolor que siento

Ya se secó el arbolito
Donde cantaba el pavo real
Ya se murió mi china querida
Ya no la vuelvo a ver más

Ya se secó el arbolito
Donde cantaba el pavo real

Anoche mientras dormía
Del cansancio fatigao
No sé qué sueño dorao
Cruzó por la mente mía

Soñaba que te veía
Y que me estabas mirando
Y yo te estaba contando
Mi vida triste, muy triste

Y te desapareciste
Al despertarme llorando

¡Ay! Un cañaveral
Ya no hay remedio
Para mi mal

You know I listen to this and think "what more can be said that hasn't been said already"..."what more can be done that hasn't been done already".  This piece of art is a testament to beauty that is timeless and near perfect.  It needs nothing.  It wants nothing.  It will never grow old or have to settle for second best.  It's scope will never diminish over time...nor will it's passion.  Those that come to listen can walk out the same way they came in and it will still be sung with the same intensity...the same passion.  This piece stands on it's own with no equal. 

Why?

Honesty

Ananias...

I just got back from a party for a man that turned 50.  We ate, we drank, we had good conversation and there was no pretense or anyone "trying too hard".  Half a century has gone by...and this man has seen it.  Yet if you look at him, you won't see 50.  What you'll see is a man that wants to enjoy life...even if it's in small moments.  He has the look of a man that has seen struggle but somehow managed to raise a family and find some fun in the process.  I watched him as he danced with his wife and read the lesson.  Even after two beers and the equivalent in wine...I still saw the lesson. 

What's the lesson?  Live your life and enjoy the moments you can spare with those you love.  It doesn't matter what happens tomorrow so long as you've done everything you could to prepare for it.  Right now...live.  Right now...dance.  Maybe, just maybe "right now" will make the morrow's plans that much sweeter.

I think I'm getting there...

Happy birthday bro...may God grant you the next 50 lol  I'll dance at the next one ;-)

Do You?...

Oh, I'm a wandering soul
I'm still walking the line that leads me home

Alone, all I know I still got mountains to climb on my own
On my own

Do you love me enough to let me go?
Do you love me enough to let me go?
To let me follow through, let me fall for you, my love
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Back from the dead of winter
Back from the dead and all our leaves are dry
You're so beautiful tonight
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Back from the dead we went through
Back from the dead and both our tongues are tied
You look beautiful tonight
Do you love me enough to let me go?

But every seed dies before it grows

Do you love me enough to let me go?
Do you love me enough to let me go?
To let me follow through, let me fall for you, my love
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Breathe it in and let it go
Every breath you take is not yours to own
It's not your to hold
Do you love me enough to let me go?

Do you love me enough to let me go?
Do you love me enough to let me go?
To let me follow through, let me fall for you, my love
Do you love me enough to let me go?

This song holds so much meaning for me in the way I feel I have to view life right now.  I'm finally "following through" after my "seed has died".  To breathe in a breath and have to let it go becomes more difficult when the air is sweet.  Yet...this is the road I'm on for now.  Sh*t, it's lonely road though lol

Of Her Importance...

Some men are foolish, some men are wise.  The difference isn't seen in how much they know about any particular subject.  The difference is almost always seen in the finding of drawn out lines of understanding when they aren't always obvious.  The ability "to see" is wisdom.  When someone says "I understand" in truth it should always mean..."I see you".

The ability to see this is not something everyone is born into but it is in fact a trait found within the virtue of humility.  To say "I don't know sh*t" means I have a lot to learn and the more I learn...the more I understand.  As a man, I do and feel as men do.  I can be crass and dominantly rude because my "position" as a man gives me a false sense of ownership.  The "I can do as I please" mentality fueled by my testes.  It is our strength BUT it is also the worst of our weaknesses.  To act or speak without thought is considered "manly".  Guess what?  It's also considered stupid.  Where then did I learn how to temper the weakness of my manhood?  By sitting at the feet of some of the strongest women you will ever meet...

All my life I have been surrounded by women that cried in silence as they pressed on.  Breaking barriers through careful calculation and tenacity.  Through a self worth and value that made them infectious and desirable.  Even enjoying moments within their struggles.  Not in crude ways, but in ways that merited genuine tears of joy as if to say "I am so glad for this very minute".  Moments they remember like train stops on a train that has no destination.  This is what I know of women.  This is what I understand about feminine strength.  It is something they must "pull" from the bit of testosterone they have to say "F*CK THIS! THIS SH*T HAS TO GET DONE".  To me, this is always impressive.  To me, this is deserving of life itself.  To me...this is sexy as hell.  I can see you woman.  I know if you are weak or strong.  Not because I know so much...but because I "didn't know sh*t" and chose to learn from some of the best teachers around. 

It is for this reason my sons live with their mother and why I feel all men need a female role model.  One day they will find need to identify their own "real woman" and there is no better example than their mother if she is a real woman.  Thankfully, my ex-wife most definitely is.  As it was with me and as it was something my father understood as well...so do I. 

I "see you" and you don't scare me...