Dejame...

Te veo y estoy enamorado. Amame sabiendo lo que soy. Amame conociendo mis faltas y mis fracasos. Amame porque lo mejor de mí tiene mas valor de lo peor. Mi hermosa mujer ... eres el cielo. Déjame verte y dar gracias a mi Padre por haber enviado a estar junto a mí. Para aliento, para amor, para consuelo y paz. Déjame llorar en tu gracia, sin juicio ni miedo. Dejame amarte con la ternura que tu te mereces. Déjame hacerte el amor con la ternura y la pasión de un poeta hambriento en busca de inspiración. Dejame ser todo lo que necesita que yo sea. Libérame de mi dolor, de mi hambre, de mi orgullo ... para amarte ...

Dejame amarte ...

Maybe So...

Ella...

Es humana...

Ella canta la canción de las sirenas. Un tono de afinación perfecta que pide a gritos amor y esperanza. La necesidad de un abrazo que calma la tempestad y la hace feliz...y ella canta.
Ella toca su instrumento con una intensidad para el bien de su propia alma. Sin ella, ella sabe que moriras...y por eso...toca.
Ella baila con la pasión de un amor verdadero. Con cada paso culminando en algo eterno y hermoso...y baila.

Ella canta, toca y baila una canción de ella que calientan las fibras de mi ser. La apertura de las puertas que me permiten creer en la belleza de nuevo...para creer en la verdad. Para creer cuando tu me dice "Yo soy el que digo que soy"...para simplemente creer...

Ella es...tan hermosa

Ella es...tan humana

Ella es...arte


** Nota Gracias Sol, Barbara y Cristian para la inspiración de esta pieza

She...

Is human...

She sings the song of sirens.  A pitch perfect tone that cries out for love and hope.  A need for an embrace that calms the storm and makes her happy...and so she sings.
She plays her instrument with the intensity of one that must play for the sake of her own soul.  Without it, she knows she would die...and so she plays.
She dances with the passion of the truest love imaginable.  With every footstep culminating into something eternal and beautiful...and so she dances.

She sings, she plays and she dances a song that warm the very fibers of my being.  Opening doorways that allow me to believe in beauty again...to believe in truth.  To believe you when you say "I am who I say I am"...to just believe...

She is...that beautiful

She is...that human

She is...art


Note*Thank you Sol, Barbara and Christian for the inspiration that led to this piece

Expression...

What is expression? 

Expression is the exhaling of everything inside...everything.  What that means is unique to each individual and event.  Expression in art is the exhaling of a passion towards truth in pieces and form such as the expression in love is the exhaling of passion that takes on the form of soft finger tips...or nails.  I truly believe every soul has a song just as every heartbeat has its own rhythm.  Find yours and let it out before it's too late.  I'm almost there...or have I arrived?

When We Listen

Friday night I was priviledged yet again to go back to that little wine bar and listen to my friend Andreas Arnold play his Flamenco guitar.  I listened as he played an original piece based off a poem that he wrote and had translated into Spanish.  Julia sang the verses as he played.  It was an amazing piece.  To add to that, he had learned the first part of "Vidalita" in a short period of time.  A difficult song I had posted here.  They nailed it.  Julia made it her own and he played giving it the care it deserved.

They are going to Spain for 2 months and I wish them well.  There is no question in my mind that this young man will go far.  You see he fell in love...with passion.  Once that happens, you ache for her, you follow her and you see her to her end.  Once struck with that particular arrow, there is no turning back.  All because he listened.  God bless you and your talent my friend

After his piece I said to myself "There is something special here"...because I listened.

Me Dueles Tanto...

"...que solo soy viento"

"viento llego, viento paso...y como me acuerdo"

Something New...

Enjoy...:-)

The Day After Thanksgiving

It's 12:44 AM EST and it is officially the day after Thanksgiving.

All I have to say is that my mother is an amazing woman and I'm glad we could make this day what she wanted it to be about...family.  I could say so much about her but to give you an idea of the kind of woman she is, she spoke about her death as an extension for life.  That without her death, there would be someone somewhere deprived of some sort of life.  So you see...in her eyes, it would be ok if she died.  It's part of life.  She's not sick or diseased in any way.  She's as strong and sharp in her 60's as she was in her 20's but she will never suffer the humiliation of being bottle fed like a baby at old age.  She has asked God to take her before that time should come...I know He will grant her request.  He has showcased her strength in such a way that nothing less than glory will do...even in death.  That's the kind of woman she is.  She gives her best everyday and the day she can no longer do that, life for her will no longer be worth living.  She is one of my most inspiring of heroines and I'm grateful she's my mother... 

The Day Before Thanksgiving

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  Just one year ago I celebrated this holiday with Jen's beautiful family.  They must've had at least three different kinds of meat on the table.  It was truly a feast and I really enjoyed my time with them.  At that moment, I was thankful to be in love.  Truth is...I'm thankful for it still.  Some people can't comprehend why I still speak as I do given all that happened but that sh*t doesn't matter to me.  All that matters to me is that I got to love someone with unrestrained passion.  Passion that produced pain and pain...that produced beauty.  I will never regret my time with her.  The bad stuff left scars I can't do anything about.  The good stuff still makes me smile at times and yet I can say without a doubt...it's those scars that keep everything in perspective for me when it comes to what happened with us.  She is a chapter perpetually written into my life's book.  A chapter I've read ad nauseum and one that thanks to the scars...I will never repeat.

Yet now, I look back on all that's happened in this year and I'm truly thankful for life and love.  Life...because I almost lost it and love...because it still surrounds me.  The love and care of the extraordinary souls I have been privileged to know and experience.  Those that outshine me yet still see something in me I've yet to truly fully accept for myself.  People that want nothing from me...but me...and that makes me feel wonderful.  Although I still have to walk in mud piles, they remind me that I'm more than that and for that I'm truly thankful.  They deserve all I can give and I will always do my best to give them my best.

We all have things we can point to that should produce gratitude but sometimes we wallow in our own defeated moments.  Ignoring those moments you just chilled with someone great or that deep talk you had with your kid.  Ignoring the good because it's always easier to be upset than it is to be happy.  It's always easier to see the sh*ttiness of life than it is to see those seconds of shine.  Make tomorrow the day that sh*t ends.  Thank God for the good...and the bad.  Without both...we'd be uneven...

So yeah, "today has been ok"...Happy Thanksgiving