September 08, 2015

Amor mio,




Amor mío, no te quiero por vos ni por mí ni por los dos juntos, no te quiero porque la sangre me llame a quererte, te quiero porque no sos mía, porque estás del otro lado, ahí donde me invitás a saltar y no puedo dar el salto, porque en lo más profundo de la posesión no estás en mí, no te alcanzo, no paso de tu cuerpo, de tu risa, hay horas en que me atormenta que me ames (cómo te gusta usar el verbo amar, con qué cursilería lo vas dejando caer sobre los platos y las sábanas y los autobuses), me atormenta tu amor que no me sirve de puente porque un puente no se sostiene de un solo lado...


Rayuelas,
Julio Cortázar.

Life.



Life will always gives you what you deserve
-not what you want-
and that, my dear
is the real tragedy of life.

A.

September 06, 2015

There's something about you.

There's something about you
and the way you dissapear-always-
and the way you reappear-always-
that makes me love you and hate you.

And I can't escape your claws...
as an experienced predator
you chase me through the forest
and cut my flesh with sharp kung fu moves. 

There's something about you
There's something about you
that heats up the air around me
and burn the dry flakes of time. 

There's something about you,
and the way you kiss me, of course.

A.

September 04, 2015

Moo point.


Try to explain what we feel
-or trying to get somebody around us
who can understand what's happening-
is a total, complete moo point.


Picture:
Cow, Andy Warhol, 1976.

A.

Un poco loco si estoy.


Atrapar una mariposa
es una odisea muy similar a la del Quijote. 
Se necesita estar loco
y ver cosas donde no existen.

Sobre todo si la mariposa es ajena.

Vaya usted a saber los negocios de cupido.

A.

We did it.


We found love in a hopeless place.

Yup, indeed my dear.

As Lady Rihanna may say,
while singin' at the shower,
We found love in a very hopeless place.
-it's gonna be ok though-

:-)

A.

September 01, 2015

Would you?

Working all seasons
day in - day out
-trying too hard-
Working through the night.

Moving in circles.
Feeling the fever to write
searching for reasons
-This is my life-

Shall I ask you to dance?
Do you believe in love?
If I promise romance
would you come for a ride?

:-)

A.