time

to fly

time 

to cry

time to grow

to meditate

to change

time

to let go

It's happened to us all

The frustration of fitting it all together

placing each segment in place

then we come across,

one, that while not a perfect fit

we tug and struggle,

nothing short of filing or

eliminating just a smidgen...

in order for us to complete the picture.

Is it not more worthwhile

to be patient until the 

actual piece

falls itself 

into place?

wrinkles of light

Hoy es el primer día de Octubre, 

mi mes preferido del año.

Y precisamente hoy, he ido en busca de su luz.

Suave, a la vez un poco fría

 calidad otoñal

que me envuelve

en su aliento fresco

convocando el fuego en el hogar

Feliz Otoño a todos

entre manos

the fragile power

of time 
quietly articulates

without words

 speaking

volumes

whispering 

without shouting

A beautiful...
unsuspected surprise

"stimulus catalyst!"

persistant 
silent
wanderings

lead me to believe

that 

fountains of inspiration

lead forwardly 

toward truth

step aside blistering

disillusion

crystalized beacons

WILL summon us on

is it the dawn that is approaching

or the sun beginning to fade?

*break*

*we shall return after this very important but brief interruption

Where was I when I was only pretending to be there?

What far-off spaces was the grimacing youngster inhabiting 

without leaving the living room or classroom?

In what direction was he spooling his thread?

As a rule,

I was moving backwards in time 

ravenously hungry for the bloody entrails of history 

and mad about the Pitch-Dark Ages 

or the Baroque interim 

of a war lasting thirty years.

Peeling the Onion

Günter Grass

it's been a long time coming

11 és el nombre que porto

fa 11 anys que he arribat

i ha estat una època molt interessant

la veritat, no nego,
m'agrada el lloc on estic

però, és que, malgrat tot, 
mai he sentit molt a gust.

Les tradicions, sempre m'han atret, i per això ...

els Castellers, el gegants, 
Els correfocs, els trabucaires, 
les calçotades,

... els he viscut amb molt emoció.

Podríem parlar també del vi i la gastronomia que són, evidentamente entre els millors. (que per a mi ha estat tot un honor aprendre fer alguns plats ...)

El que no acabo d'entendre és cert manera de ser,

parlen d'orgull però per a mi, més aviat ho percebo com arrogància.

Perquè dic això? Només arribar, tantes em van dir que viuen en una societat tancada, i tot i no creure-ho, em sembla cert. Diuen que costa molt tenir una amistat a Catalunya, i això he viscut en la meva pròpia experiència. Jo entenc la mentalitat, el que no em quadra és, perquè s'ha de morir intentant.

És tristamente cert, vivim en temps difícils i no sé si estem menys units o més separats. El que em pregunto, és que és que fa falta al món avui en dia.

Total, demà és un dia molt especial per aquest país i respecte la seva veu, 
tant de bo que
per una vegada, 
els donarien el que volen.

pd.  September 11th for me, 

is a day of great mourning and sorrow.

"shuffle!"

one last hand

dealt over and over

the same cards come up

 like rolling the dice

waiting for those snake eyes to manifest

a senseless prisoner

betting on 

tyrannical liberation

Mà·dura

The very essence of

that famous little one,

and in all seriousness,

he was the swine less inclined

to adhere to amusing pranks.

 Faithfully he toiled

and with stunning accuracy he developed

-the most certain solution-

against that big bad demon

His logical, cunning wisdom

is what sustained him 

each brick meticulously set in place

his refuge

from all harm

tight rein 

saving grace

my wheel, it does not turn

It is quite obvious, that this blog is FOR and about ME.
It serves as the instrument which I utilize to encounter my path, therefore, I desire not an avid following, only to hear my own voice on the wind.
For quite sometime, I have been having difficulty, getting my wheel to rotate.
Is it the axis itself, or, as I often suspect, has one of its spokes been broken?
I have come to the conclusion that it is not broken, but more accurately, it is as if there is one which is made of substance so foreign to my being that it has been rejected by my "body".
It seems simplistic to say that, and more often than not, it would appear that --
my return to theatre COULD fix all my problems.
It is absolutely false this assumption.
Now while I have often dreamed of my very own BLACK BOX, it serves to say that, without an audience, it would never survive.
Which leads me to the "broken" areas on my wheel.
It is unrealistic that neither a "loving relationship" nor, a fiercely impassioned career is what will sustain my boat, it is more importunely the balance between ALL sectors of the wheel.
I summon my totem animal, to aide me in the task of correcting the imbalance in my life.

The audience, however small, should be participant in THIS play
....for if there is a spoke which cares only for itself,
needs to be larger,
begs for more attention....
 it renders itself useless to the rest.

the unlikely protagonist

entering a space

 your heart ceases

a sensation 

most difficult to fathom

desire ignites

  you sense a movement 

ever so subtle

your breath cuts 

as you wait...

for the lights to go DOWN

and the show

to BEGIN

obsession

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and there I found myself,

strangely alone....

lost treasure, find

what shall it take

for me to  regain

what has been taken back

full lung fill

fresh air dream

steaming

the flexibility of my soul

breath whilst you move

focus freed from past

bump and grind

bump and grind

I seek you still

in the distance you remain

your heart once more

I shall grasp

shedding

you, who once so firmly I embraced

with time I learned

to walk with you in hand

and now I see, how this crutch has lead me to bleed

your shadowy fortress

refused to stand

 I must move on old friend

our time has come to an end

I thank you for the false confidence

which once you gave

its time to stand

I must be brave

with the wind in my hair

and hope in my heart

I shall persist

and 

forge on
carry on I say!

thorn

we are the thorn

which she wishes to extract

cherry pie

Friendship is much like cherries.

The ripe, red fruit

so tantalizing to some,

once offered, should not be withdrawn.

At times it seems 

you have been left with nothing but  the pits.

Other  years luck, 

greets the birds with this succulent treat 

and you are left with none.

Yet not all have such an option

to possess such a wonderful delight.

Truth be none,

if you are patient, 

you might just get a slice of the pie!

walking away

Shadows cast before me,

the sun shines from behind.

It's simply what must be done

for me to keep grooving on.

What I leave behind 

had many lessons which I had to learn.

Parting can create such sweet sorrow

although now I have before me the big, wide open

door closed

for me to explore.

lo que mas me conviene

 awaiting

A distant shore

Once so happily 

conjured friendship

remotely in my past

 one too many deceptions

stinging from "over expectation"

the only certainty which consoles

a single friend 

longing fast
 within myself

Inquietud

Just yesterday, I stared in disbelief as one of the older generation proceeded to 

glorify, the ancient ways of old.
More specifically, women staying home, holding down the fort, and raising their family.

Yes, it's certain, women, once upon a time, kept a wonderfully controlled abode

without ever a desire to challenge "authority" or, manifest their own alternative reality.

Understandably, I know little of these women seeing as how my own mother,

felt the desire to pursue her own dreams.

Thank goodness she wasn't so swooned by my father that she was unable to 

challenge her own abilities, embarking on her own discreet journey of "love".

My mom was a firecracker.

Perhaps for that very reason, I fall into that "line".

Don't get me wrong, I am a great admirer of men,

but for me to be happy I have a hunkering need to build my own shelter

from within.

someone like you

two steps forward

three steps back

age old wisdom

breaks way to 

dismembered habits

of the past

Ancient worry, fear, and

burden are the catalyst for its shape,

form,

memory springs back

When it all begins to spiral

spinning the downward path

why is it that some

choose to blame another

so different

yet similar in many ways

to be the goat ridden in which to escape

It is time for a new dawn

a cleansing of this past

Abandon now your prejudice

Open wide the path

Discover that which lies within another

for once we shall live 
as One.