Numerología de la letra

Como una letra en un camino de papel
que tropieza con las líneas
y solo disimula obedecer.

Says

blame is a sad game we play when
we have nothing else to give.
woods thrill me but woulds
kill me. he appreciates wine
from a distance--in my glass, not

in his mouth. passion
for bitterness will grow
out of movement, like madness,

partial to what?
we say, say, say.
but I’d rather show you
and wouldn't

you rather I did?
damn would.

Like night

she had me


wrapped

in that embrace

only she knows.

after the sun

and the concrete cooled,

my flip-flops

lightened. on the street,

a breeze buzzed--

wet sea

salt, coconut.

Tribute Friday: Jack Kerouac

"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."

"What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

"Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream."

"There was nowhere to go but everywhere,

so just keep on rolling under the stars."

"A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world."

"Beautiful insane
in the rain."

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

 "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

"I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream.

Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.

I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born."

"Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry."

"Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all."

"The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words."

"My witness is the empty sky."

"I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference."

"Finding Nirvana is like locating silence."

"Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken."

"I'm writing this book because we're all going to die."

"The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?"


"Maybe that's what life is...a wink of the eye and winking stars."

"I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted."

"I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility."


"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."


"My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad."

"Love is all."

~Jack Kerouac

Last fire

in my goodbye, i was folding
laundry. he was standing at the edge
of the bed. the sun was setting and the red
curtains i loved so much were glowing,
or maybe they were burning.

High tide

Back when she was afraid
to think of herself as sin,
she twirled carefully. Seen
you at low tide, she says,
stood in you and inhaled and wondered
what am I to you?

But I’ve been cold when I didn't mean to be,
she says, when it wasn’t my balance or your arms
that hurt. I’ve seen you at high tide
and I don't care what I am to you.

Tribute Friday: Butterflies

Butterflies are self propelled flowers. ~R.H. Heinlein

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. ~Richard Bach 

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. ~Carl Sagan 

Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes. ~Author Unknown

This great purple butterfly,

In the prison of my hands,

Has a learning in his eye

Not a poor fool understands.

~William Butler Yeats, "Another Song of a Fool"

Transits

I’m not infected anymore.
The downside is the same as the upside.
What if I need a darkness?

Tribute Friday: Fabian Perez

♥♥Fabian Perez♥♥

Art = Love 

These are just some of my favorites. 

But you can find much more here: http://www.fabianperez.com/gallery.html

“It’s been thirty years that my wheels travel on a sandy road. In my tracks, I’ve left things behind, and lost many others. As the wheels turn I can see the road ahead, that will take me to many new experiences.”
- Reflections of a Dream, Fabian Perez