late night poetry

22.12.10 -miercoles-

Tonight is a night of poetry
of soft words and sad songs
Tangos and yearnings.

Tonight is a night of restlessness
of guitar pickings
and tunes without harmony.

Tonight is a night of moving thoughts,
twisting in circles around memories
of you & me & city skies.

Tonight is a night of poetry
of glowing stars, far away
of whispers, and waves upon the sand.


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IT'S FUNNY HOW THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS I FIGHT TO AVOID RE-LEARNING, RE-ADJUSTING TO, RE-DOING. I STILL WRITE THE DATE DAY FIRST--SOMETIMES BECAUSE I FORGET, SOMETIMES BECAUSE IT MAKES MORE SENSE, AND SOMETIMES BECAUSE IT'S A LITTLE THING THAT REMINDS ME OF WHERE I USED TO BE, A PLACE I USED TO LIVE.

I STILL LAUGH WHEN I CAN'T THINK OF AN ENGLISH WORD. EVEN BETTER WHEN I USE THE TRANSLATION OF THE SPANISH WORD IN A SITUATION WHERE IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. I DO IT IN ESPANGLISH ALL THE TIME--IT'S FUNNY--BUT ACCIDENTS ARE A DIFFERENT LEVEL.

I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE. STILL HAVEN'T "GROWN UP" AND DON'T KNOW HOW. THINGS ARE SIMPLE, THINGS ARE DUMB. THINGS ARE COMPLICATED, AND IMPOSSIBLE TO FIGURE OUT. I GO FORWARD IN TIME, MOVE BACKWARD IN MY HEAD, AND MY HEART SKIPS ALL AROUND.

I MIGHT SOMEDAY STRAIGHTEN OUT MY HEAD...BUT THE HEART WILL KEEP BEATING TO THE SOUND OF ITS OWN BONES...