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 

One More...

"...a recipe I long to taste"

For This Day's Listening Pleasure....

Reminds me of what Sixpence used to be...very sweet

Hooligan...

"...not until next time"

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he said that he'd never, never do it again
And of course he won't (oh, not until the next time)

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he swore that he'll never, never do it again
And of course he won't (oh, not until the next time)


Poor old man
He had an "accident" with a three-bar fire
But that's OK
Because he wasn't very happy anyway
Poor woman
Strangled in her very own bed as she read
But that's OK
Because she was old and she would have died anyway
DON'T BLAME


The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never, never, never, never, never do it again
(not until the next time)


Jury, you've heard every word
So before you decide
Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes
I love you for you, my love, you my love
You my love, you my love
Jury, you've heard every word
But before you decide
Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes
I love you for you my love, you my love
I love you just for you, my love
Don't blame


The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never do it again
And ...
"In the midst of life we are in death ETC."
Don't forget the hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never do it again
And ...
"In the midst of life we are in death ETC."


ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEATH ETC!
ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEBT ETC!


Just will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
Will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
Will you free me, free me, free me, free me, free me, free me, free me ?
Jury will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
Will you free me ?
Will you find me ?
How will you find me, find me, find me, find me, find me, find me, find me ?
Oh ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
ETC! ETC! ETC! ETC!
IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEBT ETC!
Oh ... oh ...

I Still Believe...



Her when she says "I love you" even when she doesn't show it all the time.  I still believe that when she holds my hand she's happy mine is the one she gets to hold.  I still believe that when tears stream down her face they're not the crocodile kind.  I still believe her when she says "I care" and cups my face in her hands with the affection of someone dear...and close.  I still believe in love...I still believe in her...I have seen just enough to know that it's all still true...

One day the scales will fall and all will be clear.  One day I'll get to keep an embrace.  One day I'll be who I said I would be and one day...I will have my joy

Jaded and alone...I still believe...

La Flor Del Frio...

Noche en Londres, besos furtivos
tal vez, sois como niños
tal vez, ya descubrís, juegos prohibidos
y hartos de la luna, sentís
por vez primera soledad.

Buscáis la flor del frío
voláis lejos de aqui
hurgando en el dolor
soñáis.

En esa casa de Camden Town
viven dos clandestinos al acecho del amor
-!son esos dos!
señalaban los gobiernos
con la misma mano del crimen
que hoy os da el perdón.

Vuestros versos ya no importan
y no importa quién fue quién
una lápida al escándalo
y esa sórdida pared en Camden Town.

Lejos de aqui
soñáis huyendo del dolor
y lloráis con la flor del frio.

I Just Had To Steal This!!!! LOL

Sometimes
... when you cry ... no one sees your tears... Sometimes... when
you are in pain... no one sees your hurt... Sometimes... when you
are worried.... no one sees your stress...Sometimes ... when you are
happy ... no one sees your smile ......But just try masturbating on
a bus one time & see how much friggin attention you get. Can you pick me up
from the police station?