viernes, 31 de octubre de 2008

Wonder...

As the stream runs so life too. Equallity on nature as some may affirm. And the stream is so beautiful, like a jewel, so life as well. At times, this line of water changes its course suddenly and without notice evident to us. Just the laws of nature and something else playing their role on it. The stream seems swift and cold, but sometimes very warm and welcoming as well. And so the story goes... I've never in real terms been so struck by such a beauty before. Her face so sweet and so lovely. Her heart a true Treasure. My entire Self is since then very carried away by the magic of her presence in my life. Like the stream, her spellbound personality changes patterns in my very life under the spell of love. So, I like to touch her in my dreams wishing to become reality in my life. I'm pretty sure how the beauty of her stream knocking at my door will bloom my life as well as hers being together in blessing path. Knowing by heart the neat lines of her thoughts pulsing just above my mind and becoming a blueprint in my heart, I can outline any of her features just to prove how deep this feeling swept me since. I never thought how important a miracle like this will fire the very core of my blood. I just desire to match our breasts at night, smelling each other fragances and breaths. I just dream this lovely and incredible experience, which helps my life to improve, last until I'm seared to ashes. Because craving is not enough, the exercise of loving trascends the limits of this current world. I just want to be hers and that's all.

Enlightening the gaze of wonder...

Regarding the anatomy of language, a friend of mine a decade ago unlashed the process of nominalization through reckoning the engineering of significative voices, specially the stand of the verb. The beauty of it was the revelation of how marvelous is the plasticity of mind. We, humans, have a real advantage bestowed upon us by evolution: the ability of figuring things out. Of how we process any sort of information coming from the world outside and, then, we work out this specific information throught the magic of language. As Thomas Aquinas one time commented Aristotle in the Peri Hermeneias: "Et ideo potest dici quod cum Aristotle dicit quod Verbum semper est nota eorum, quae de altero preaedicantur, non est sic itelligendum, quasi significata verborum sint quae praedicantur, quia cum preadicatio videatur magis proprie ad compositionem pertinere..." Always the best way to describe beauty and nature is through poetry. Poetry reaches us the indescriptible experience of the true nature of things, primordially those which stir on us wonder and marvel because of the beauty of them.

sábado, 14 de junio de 2008

Ecstasy of Nature...

Don't even think of telling me that we're not like plants, sending out a shoot or a scent when we need to, or spikes, poisonous oils, or flowers, or fruits. Come to me but only when I say it, that's how and why plants announce their rules of propagation and evolution. Even children and babies know this endeavor. You can see them imitating all the moves with their bright plastic toys and their sleek bodies. It is so that, when years later, at the moment the girl's body finally says yes to the end of childhood, a miracle occurs... a green pail with an orange shovel will appear in her mind like a tropical blossom thus she has never seen before...

domingo, 8 de junio de 2008

Sleeping alongside...

A light knocking on the sleep door, upstairs, like the deep sound of a huge rope striking one side of the boat heard underwater like surging missile or boats pulling up alongside of each other alike beneath the surface we rub up against each other ill we capsize in the surge and and the silence of waking from sleep, coming from inside out you are much like a lost canoe, navigating by me I am the star map tonight... all the failed echoes, it doesn't matter the painted-over murals it doesn't matter if you can find your way to me by all means what really matters is... by the faint star-lamp we are a fleet now our prows zeroing in on praying in the wind to spin like haywire compasses toward whichever direction will have us... it is just a dream sleeping alongside...