all dreams come true

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bird by bird
it is getting clear
the Summer is leaving,
with the look of controlled madness
on its gentle face



the tree of knowledge
is quietly leavesdropping.
suddenly, with an exclamation dot
the last fruit falls
*

raindrops keep falling

Dear Paul. I always imagined it was me riding that bike with you

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and then played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like a sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which i know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet.

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close - Jonathon Safran Foer

p.p.s:)

I enter a candlelit room.
All the women I've ever dated

are passing around the love poems
I gave them, and guess what?

It's the same poem. My sweet
[put your name here], if I was God

I'd make flowers smell like the back
of your neck, trees with trunks

as soft as your thighs. When we kiss
I feel like a cheerleader being

crushed to death by a giant pom-pom.

Jeffrey McDaniel

p.s.

I have never loved a woman for herself alone, but because I was caught up in the time with her, between train arrivals and train departures and other commitments. I have loved because she was beautiful and we were two humans lying in the forest at the edge of a dark lake or because she was not beautiful and we were two humans walking between buildings who understood something about suffering. I have loved because so many loved her or because so many were indifferent to her, or to make her believe that she was a girl in a meadow upon whose approved knees I laid my head or to make her believe that I was saint and that she had been loved by a saint. I never told a woman I liked her and when I wrote the words “My love”, I never meant it to mean “I love you”.

L.Cohen “Poems Written / While Dying of Love”

Speak English!

Oh YES! don't remember when i last laughed like that in a cine:)))

Your absence goes through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."

W.S. Merwin

above all

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time.

- Atonement, Ian McEwan

lay down in the green grass



think of me as a train goes by




God took the stars and he tossed them



it smells like rain today

September is the golden month

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite
which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:
and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

* e.e. cummings

let's say it, i have always loved Autumn:)

tribute to the post-full Moon and my subfebrile miserable state

by Max Sauco
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Could Have

It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.

You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.

You were in luck -- there was a forest.
You were in luck -- there were no trees.
You were in luck -- a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
A jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant . . .

So you're here? Still dizzy from
another dodge, close shave, reprieve?
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn't be more shocked or
speechless.
Listen,
how your heart pounds inside me.

Wislawa Szymborska

Variations On The Word Love

This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn't what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.

Then there's the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It's not love we don't wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.

Margaret Atwood

photos of Andrea and Tomeu /http://www.auments.com/rehearsing the new piece; all photos by max cantrell.

What's the word that's burning in your heart?

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

The Shins, "New Slang"

My film of the year, oh yes

story of a smile

the photo is by Katja Faith and i love it so so much... yet being silly (ah well..), i fail in posting it in proper viewable size. so click. please:)

how a friend once called his picture

"Endings are just beginnings, back to front"