la poesia es uno derecho humano
Hola, mis amigo-s, como estan en casa y en corazon?
I am in granada, Nicaragua, at the moment, and am truly overflowing with
things I want to tell each of you individually, however, finances limit me
to group emails and nada mas, so pardon me for the impersonal nature of
this correspondance.
After my stingray incident, I hung around Leon for 3 or four more days, to
¨recover, but really just because Leon is cheap and there was a certain
chico that I mentioned before, se llama Alejandro, who asked me to stay
for his birthday and with whom I got my first taste of the fire and sala
of Nicaraguan love. We spent a day and a night at the beach, and nights in
Leon we danced salsa (he is awesome) and sort of fell in love, or at least
got a little taste. It was so beautiful for me, to give up a little of my
¨plan,¨ to practice flexibility and learn how to let my guard down. There
was a time in my life when the temporaryness of the relations possible for
a traveller wouldn´t have been worth the effort, but I am learning more
and more that we don´t have to hang on to things that are beautiful, in
fact, oftentimes it is why they are beautiful to us in the first place,
because they don´t belong to us. We cannot, try as we do, own beauty, yet
we snap up land and posessions and even music and especially eachother,
trying to amass our own private collection, perpetuating the cycle of
desire and attachment, and for what reason? Cannot a person be just as
beautiful to us without being ¨with¨ us? This is twice on this trip that
I have found love and twice that I have left it, and though I want to keep
in touch I feel at this moment that its not important if I never hear from
them again...what transpires in the future cannot change what it was in
the moment for me, and what that was for me was cool drink of water on a
hot latin afternoon, refreshing and invigorating and reming me what it
feel like to let yourself go, the very reason why I am alive.
But, like all good things, the season of love in my life grew ripe and the
time came for me to regress to my own path, the music of our lives came
into harmony for a short time, but my orchestra plays its own song, and
came the moment for the drum solo, so to speak, excuse the cheesy
metaphors but you know how it is when you get all lovesappy, and I left
for granada, just i n time to catch the final and most grand night of a
huge international poertry festival. The park central was filled with
people, and there was live music and poets from 27 differnt nations, and
my spanish is finally sufficient to where I could understand most of the
poems, for the most part at least, and i met a group of artisans and we
played drums in the streets and some of them spun fire and we danced and
it was just so great, meeting these wanders of the globe from all around,
que buena hondas, buena notas, pura vida, seguro. I met a pretty
nicaruguan girl here, and today we have a ¨date¨mabyee there is more love
in my future, who knows, all I know is that right now my heart is so open
to the world and to love and learning and all the rest, i feel like a
sponge for good vibes, on of the few times in my life I have felt like
this and its wonderful. This morning I was walking in the streets, and I
saw a huge sign sreched acroos the calle, and it said ¨la poesia es uno
derecho humano¨ which means ¨Poetry is a human right,¨ and I reminded once
again how rich this country is.
enough of my blabbering. I want to hear from your all, how is your life,
how is your heart, drink a beer for me (not pabst), see you in April I
think.
Hailee
I am in granada, Nicaragua, at the moment, and am truly overflowing with
things I want to tell each of you individually, however, finances limit me
to group emails and nada mas, so pardon me for the impersonal nature of
this correspondance.
After my stingray incident, I hung around Leon for 3 or four more days, to
¨recover, but really just because Leon is cheap and there was a certain
chico that I mentioned before, se llama Alejandro, who asked me to stay
for his birthday and with whom I got my first taste of the fire and sala
of Nicaraguan love. We spent a day and a night at the beach, and nights in
Leon we danced salsa (he is awesome) and sort of fell in love, or at least
got a little taste. It was so beautiful for me, to give up a little of my
¨plan,¨ to practice flexibility and learn how to let my guard down. There
was a time in my life when the temporaryness of the relations possible for
a traveller wouldn´t have been worth the effort, but I am learning more
and more that we don´t have to hang on to things that are beautiful, in
fact, oftentimes it is why they are beautiful to us in the first place,
because they don´t belong to us. We cannot, try as we do, own beauty, yet
we snap up land and posessions and even music and especially eachother,
trying to amass our own private collection, perpetuating the cycle of
desire and attachment, and for what reason? Cannot a person be just as
beautiful to us without being ¨with¨ us? This is twice on this trip that
I have found love and twice that I have left it, and though I want to keep
in touch I feel at this moment that its not important if I never hear from
them again...what transpires in the future cannot change what it was in
the moment for me, and what that was for me was cool drink of water on a
hot latin afternoon, refreshing and invigorating and reming me what it
feel like to let yourself go, the very reason why I am alive.
But, like all good things, the season of love in my life grew ripe and the
time came for me to regress to my own path, the music of our lives came
into harmony for a short time, but my orchestra plays its own song, and
came the moment for the drum solo, so to speak, excuse the cheesy
metaphors but you know how it is when you get all lovesappy, and I left
for granada, just i n time to catch the final and most grand night of a
huge international poertry festival. The park central was filled with
people, and there was live music and poets from 27 differnt nations, and
my spanish is finally sufficient to where I could understand most of the
poems, for the most part at least, and i met a group of artisans and we
played drums in the streets and some of them spun fire and we danced and
it was just so great, meeting these wanders of the globe from all around,
que buena hondas, buena notas, pura vida, seguro. I met a pretty
nicaruguan girl here, and today we have a ¨date¨mabyee there is more love
in my future, who knows, all I know is that right now my heart is so open
to the world and to love and learning and all the rest, i feel like a
sponge for good vibes, on of the few times in my life I have felt like
this and its wonderful. This morning I was walking in the streets, and I
saw a huge sign sreched acroos the calle, and it said ¨la poesia es uno
derecho humano¨ which means ¨Poetry is a human right,¨ and I reminded once
again how rich this country is.
enough of my blabbering. I want to hear from your all, how is your life,
how is your heart, drink a beer for me (not pabst), see you in April I
think.
Hailee