Aqui estoy de nuevo

Sep 19, 2007 01:12


Narrow empty hallway, with the window pointed towards the bank
that bank once was a chicken pen and you should stand on the rooftop to peak over the tall wall
love was incomprhensible
but even moreso now.
babies understand it well
it was clear cut. 
how absolute adults are

Not nearly understood by anyone I know and I don't really need it 
because the attachment sticks to me like a thick sweet syrup.
Perhaps if I needed it, I would belong to the place that nurtured me so many saturated fats.
This place is so saturated with emptiness.
Los cantaores hold their notes in the rhythm of the sway of clothes on a line and it never rained when grandma did it 
For years, I've fallen into the same suffication.
Parallels. Life is made to teach us, but not one lesson that will only be an experience otherwise you dont have a chance to fix.
Things run in parallels: physicality is the least on the list, however it is on the list. 
We have 5 senses one of which is straight forward physical 4 of which are indirectly physical.
My place is 25 times physically smaller than my habitat, but 25 times fuller. 
I dont need to run into too many unknown streets to remain occupied and interested. 
We touched and it was breathtaking but it didn't need to happen until the end and it's gotten us this far.
Now I am constrained from any physical breach and it's hard to breath, but it forces the other apsects to strengthen or break. Blind the palms and feel stronger.
Less money and more time to travel and meet the world.
More happiness, less hours of work.
Rod, steam, acid rain and heavy machinery makes us richer in calises
but our hearts are poor and tender. 
We rub ourselves against so many rules our own minds make us infidels. 
I am a we, because raised me in silver gadgets and satircal relieve.
My mom never told me stories, it simply hit me like a brick when the mediterranean breeze hit my hair follicles and the well lit pizza place summoned me to eat.
the cool stone bench that lowered my defense and later that same hot bench that eased me into tension pushed me to grow in linguistics and held me close on that very last day. the day before a little break, the day before i knew it would all fall into the same box again.

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