unicidades

Uma pessoa ou um país não pode apenas ser uma promessa. Gleanings – things that have been collected bit by bit. Um dia cansou-se de ser candidata e passou a querer ser a eleita. O dia foi longo. Dói ainda o corpo. A jornada se estende como uma manhã com sol que tardiase espreguiça diante do corpo nu. Me arrebato de saudade. Me enredo pequenina. Me encolho numa rede colorida. Estico os pés para que as dores cessem. Como é a vida dos que não sentem? Como é a vida de quem agora grita de dor numa cama de hospital porque lhe perfura o corpo uma dor pulsante. Choro, riso. Uma visita inesperada. Flores. Gira sol. Esfria sobre uma mesa qualquer um café, forte e doce como uma vida repleta de amores que nunca se completaram. Que nunca viveram o ciclo completo de nascer e morrer e transformar-se em coisas outras que não urgência. Se cruzares teus braços verás que não há sorte, nem oportunidade, nem chance. Tudo se revestirá de vácuo e estio completos. Uma esterilidade tão aguda que te doerão os o...

Some reasons to become a vegetarian.

A Black and White Boat in a Turquoise Sea. Photo by Keiko . Key West, November 2009. Two months without you. I am counting the days as a person who is recovering from a drug addiction. I think I am recovering from you. I walked in Key West, night and day, alone and with company, hungry, tired. Happy and sad. I took pictures, I danced, I hummed songs. I had wine and I felt free. My first dining experience in Key West was very interesting. I picked Antonia's , which is a romantic and quiet Italian restaurant on Duval Street. I had a whole table to myself and I could observe life from a distance. Couples, new and old, having fun and interacting. I couldn't help but noticed that I was the only one having dinner by myself in one of the big tables. It felt awkward at first, but I entertained myself with ideas. It hurt a little to be all alone. Not that I wanted to be with you or anyone. I wanted to be with happy friends or family or nice people. I talked briefly with the waiter. A...

Esta noche tengo ganas de buscarla de borrar lo que ha pasado y perdonarla. Ya no me importa el qué dirán ni de las cosas que hablarán... ¡Total la gente siempre habla! Yo no pienso más que en ella a toda hora. Es terrible esta pasión devoradora. Y ella siempre sin saber, sin siquiera sospechar mis deseos de volver... ¿Qué me has dado, vida mía, que ando triste noche y día?Rondando siempre tu esquina, mirando siempre tu casa, y esta pasión que lastima, y este dolor que no pasa. ¿Hasta cuando iré sufriendo el tormento de tu amor? Este pobre corazón que no la olvida me la nombra con los labios de su herida y ahondando más su sin sabor la mariposa del dolor cruza en la noche de mi vida. Compañeros, hoy es noche de verbena. Sin embargo, yo no puedo con mi pena y al saber que ya no está, solo, triste y sin amor me pregunto sin cesar. Image: Sigfredo Pastor from Google.

Photo by Vivi Sanches.

"Creo que el Tango es la primera sonrisa del que alcanzó la otra orilla de un mar de lágrimas." Sigfredo Pastor

There are so many ways I can describe these two days in Key West. I got here yesterday. The drive was nice and relaxing. The sky was pretty purple- ish . The waters were rough and blue and green. I didn't feel tired while I was driving. I had music playing. I crossed a seven mile bridge. My internal clock says that it's been a month. The funny thing is, accidentally or not, I came back to the same place we were together for the last time. Why did I do that? Maybe because I tend to repeat what I know. Is that the reason why there's a pattern in all of my relationships? Is that what I do? Instead of researching for a new place to be, I just go to the ones that are familiar to me? No matter what you do when you stay at a hotel which has a mirror that amplifies images, DO NOT look at yourself at one of those. You'll never forget it and I don't mean that as a remarkable thing to remember. I mean it in a bad way. So, listen to my advice: don't use those mirrors. Under...

Mess Ben Folds Five

I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return. Frida Kahlo

I took a photography of your smile. white like snow & warm like the sun.

How's it possible that 3 apples make the day of a person who doesn't even like apples that much?

Did Egyptians try to imitate cat eyes? They were really into the wrong type of pets. Oh...well. Nothing is perfect.

I want to open a pizza place. I wonder if he's going to say that I look like "the pizza girl". Mind you, Mr. Splat, my pizza is very yummy.

$500 to fix my computer. $41 for smooth legs. $230 for a ticket to Bogota, Colombia. $10 for lunch. $25 for a tango workshop with the owner of Maleva shoes. $44 at my favorite spot for clothes. I wonder how much a vacation from life would cost.

Why do we have to define things? What is love? What's happiness, what's love? How important is semiotics? I go home tired. I know, don't tell me, you are right! L ife is an absurd wound. ( Catulo Castillo) Translation: Yo se , no me digas , tienes razon ! La vida es una herida absurda . ( Catulo Castillo) I often wonder if he would like the lyrics of the songs we listen to while dancing. I find that men are more interested in the melody of songs. Women, on the other hand, tend to like the lyrics more. I can't help but add meaning to the sad verses we listen to. I start analyzing every single verse. I get more excited when I dance to a song that I love. I am reading your past posts. I wish I could learn English. I wish I could use intricate words and create complex sentences that touch people. Our daily lives disturb us. I was listening to The Story the other day. A radio show on National Public Radio, which tells the story of people. People of all kinds. I was dr...

El tango es rioplatense.

I feel life ending. A friend of mine lost her mom. I work with someone who told me about her brother who died, not long ago, of a heart attack. He was 45. Another friend told me about how painful it was to see her father go away. He knew he was going to die and he said goodbye. He also knew it was the last time he would see her. Life. Love. Lies. Life's ending. Love's BS. Lies move the world. I am becoming this cynical person I have always fought against. He was perfect (for me) except for the parts that he was either hiding or lying about. The end. Procreation . How attached to that notion are we?

Life is Wonderful And it takes no time to fall in love But it takes you years to know what love is And it takes some fears to make you trust It takes those tears to make it rust It takes the dust to have it polished