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To NR. My heart feels so tight today. It needs an outpouring— of grief and joy, of all the things that make it so heavy, so dense. A stampede of emotions, disconnected hues. It just rained here. The sky was dark, and sad. But now—light, breezy, hot and humid. You remember, don’t you, What it feels like in Florida after the heavy rain? I even saw a rainbow today. It made me think of our jokes, our giggles. And we could giggle— still. I feel fortunate that I had the rain, the clouds, the rainbow, and now the sun and a blue sky. For fleeting moments, yes— but still. I have the memory of them, at least for now. And Flamenco is playing, saying softly: te quiero. It resonates almost like the sound of almonds as spoken by you— in the whispering escaping from your lips, unsolicited eroticism and yet welcomed. In the same way, I feel fortunate to have experienced us. Even if it was only a fraction of time— a Dali clock, melting away. Our time together, shaped by ...

  Âmbar Song by Maria Bethânia ‧ 1996 Overview Lyrics Lyrics 'Tá tudo aceso em mim 'Tá tudo assim tão claro 'Tá tudo brilhando em mim Tudo ligado Como se eu fosse um morro iluminado Por um âmbar elétrico que vazasse dos prédios E banhasse a Lagoa até São Conrado E ganhasse as Canoas aqui do outro lado Tudo plugado, tudo me ardendo 'Tá tudo assim queimando em mim Como salva de fogos Desde que sim eu vim Morar nos seus olhos 'Tá tudo assim queimando em mim Como salva de fogos Desde que sim eu vim Morar nos seus olhos 'Tá tudo aceso em mim 'Tá tudo assim tão claro 'Tá tudo brilhando em mim Tudo ligado Como se eu fosse um morro iluminado Por um âmbar elétrico que vazasse dos prédios E banhasse a Lagoa até São Conrado E ganhasse as Canoas aqui do outro lado Tudo plugado, tudo me ardendo 'Tá tudo assim queimando em mim Como salva de fogos Desde que sim eu vim Morar nos seus olhos 'Tá tudo assim queimando em mim Como salva de fogos Desde que sim eu vim ...

I can't keep up with the days. It gets dark quickly. Time is getting away from me. More lines, more challenges. But there is also more music. Sometimes I need to rush. Creativity has become something that I need to contain because that also helps me contain the pain. I am free. My eyes are still the same. They remind me of yours still. Maybe that is just a coincidence. I went to the Dali museum again, and what a mind trip that was. Sometimes I cry, but that's been more difficult. I wonder if I am just more resilient or just a jaded middle-aged woman. I can't keep up with time and the intensity of being. Being takes so much energy. Rilke once again speaks to my soul.  I’ll Always Belong to Myself Rainer Maria Rilke I’ll always belong to myself Even as many times as I’ll try to give myself away And as many times as someone else will try and take it I will always belong to myself and you’ll always belong to yourself Unions are not formed by giving yourself away but by coming t...

  Balls and Pins

It finally dawned on me. There's no fairy tale. There's no special true love. There will be no house with big dogs. No pot of gold. I got the news you are dying - and I don't want to make this about you. Because it has always been about you. But the finitude of life was also presented to me this year. Diagnosis: a potential aneurysm. Dying is fine by me. I made my peace with it a long time ago.  When Soul Meets Body People are just learning how to be alone and distant. Personal peace takes precedence amidst the chaos of life. One of my greatest fears has ever been the thought that being alone is better than loving someone. I have mastered being alone. I can even say it feels good.  Lately, Rilke is good company:  Fire's Reflection Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection on some piece of gleaming furniture that the child remembers so much later like a revelation. And if in his later life, one day wounds him like so many others, it's because he mistook...