Wednesday, 22 July 2009

knock knock...

-Knock, knock!
who’s there?
Doris who?
-Door is locked, so I had to knock.

-Knock, knock!
who’s there?
-Norma Lee.
Norma Lee who?
-Norma Lee I don’t go around knocking on doors, but do you want to buy a set of encyclopedias?

Welcome to 11 O'clock...

That (whim-sical) mystical hour between TOMORROW and TODAY.
Full of sleepless minutes in between.
Full of melodies of darkness, of dreamtime cartoons and diminishing temperaments.
The episode of our days we never considered favorite but the one that always, always floats alive with its “what ifs” and “maybes” for days past and coming.
For isn’t 11 o’clock a perfect moment to reflect on the future, on life, on existentialism?
Isn’t 11 o’clock the perfect borderline, the modestly correct time span to survey what you want to get out of the 11 o’clocks that will (hopefully) follow?
Welcome to eleven o’clock.

thinking time.... at midnight..... Sophia.

Pinguinos en la cama.

He is Guatemala's most famous singer-songwriter. This is a song called 'Penguins in bed'. Enjoy.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Did Love return from war?

I didn't see Love again, I wonder if he is back. In case you wonder, his name really is Love.

I wrote this for him the day I met him. He was a little scared, a little sad and a little tipsy. I wonder if he left, I wonder if he came back, I wonder...

Love is going to war.
He told his wife yesterday.
He flies tomorrow, at midnight.
He doesn't want to go, but at least he'll have 20 grand in his bank account when he comes back.
Love has been married for 6 months.
He'll be away for nine.
He's not sure he'll have a wife when he returns.
'She's not happy'.
Love is going to war.
He's only 21.
He wants to marry me if his wife leaves him.
I assure him, that is not gonna happen.
Besides, Love may be just too young to love, and he's going to war.