Bosquejos - Sketches

William and Kate, the Royal Wedding

2011-04-08T23:07:00.000-07:00

If you have not yet received an invitation for the nuptial service, chances are that you are not one of the 1,900 some selected UK and world dignitaries, senior politicians or celebrities who will be attending this century’s most pompous wedding ceremony. On April 29, 2011 the Royal couple Prince William of Wales and Kate Middleton will say “I do”; witnessed by the privileged guests and observed by millions of TV spectators around the world.
Countless royal subjects and fans of the crown have joined a lively countdown for this magical fairytale story. Heartfelt outburst of admiration erupt as if temporarily isolating them from the hardships of natural calamities, nuclear meltdowns, wars, and horrendous human rights violations that plague our planet and that affects us all.
For sure this wedding is generating a downpour of criticism and even demonstrations that potentially threaten to break the magic spell. Not only due the exorbitant cost of the festivities that will inevitably be passed down to the hard working Britons, but because it is out of sync with the asphyxiating misery experienced by billions of unprivileged people worldwide… a shattered humanity suppressed by bitter conflicting realities suffers as the fortunate graceful couple unfold their love story on the way to an altar.

To make sure that the world tunes for the event the city of London is preparing for an onslaught of 8,000 journalists heavily equipped with cameras, microphones and far reaching antennas. They are all competing for a strategic locations on top of buildings and view sites between the Buckingham Palace and the Westminster Abbey . They have promised to bring to the world the most spectacular television event in history and the masses expect nothing but the best. A media frenzy that will start with royal wedding procession across the most memorable and picturesque surroundings in London will climax with the wedding itself.

As a conscientious observer of the occasion, I wish that when the excitement subsides and reality takes its reign, the wedding and the subsequent story of their glamorous lives does not downgrade itself into a forgotten footnote of contemporary history. The philanthropic legacies left by Princess Diana should inspire this couple to return with deeds for those who suffer; and preserve the confidence we place on them through our encouragement and continuous support. Cheers to William and Kate!
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Note: The official Google blog has spectacular 3D images of London's landscape of the procession from the palace to the abbey. It is worth a visit. The video clip below features there as well.

Geishas of the Yorikoh

2011-04-01T18:30:00.001-07:00

The Geisha -
A Film by Hideo Gosha; a winner of 9 Japanese academy awards.
Released: 1983 - based on a novel by Tomiko Miyao - the script by Kôji Takada.
The story takes place at the beginning of the Showa era (1925) in Tosa, Koichi prefecture; where there is a palace of sensual and beautiful woman: the Yorikoh. The story centers around Momokawa who was sold to the Yorikoh at the age of 12 by her father - there she starts her journey to a place in hell where hundreds just like her, struggle to bloom behind the glamorous veneer of their polished ways, but inevitable bend to wilt in the heat of their passionate lives...
Hideo Gosha portrays the Geishas of the Yorikoh very unlike many historians who depict them as living work of art: the image of the perfect woman, the embodiment of Japanese culture and refinement. On Gosha's film they drink and dance burlesque western rhythms; and to the dismay of many purist have sex with their clients.
Geishas have generally not been prostitutes. Part of their allure has been the suggestion not the reality of sex. However, on occasion, if the mood, the man and the money were right, they sold their bodies or served as mistresses to wealthy men who took care of them, but they are not supposed to utter one word about it. Follow this link if you wish to learn more about geishas.

Enough is ENOUGH!

2011-03-01T22:02:00.000-08:00

Considered as a cradle of civilization the Middle East has been a place of constant change. This year marked by colossal social unrest, the region has dominated the news headlines throughout the world (where news are not censored).
Humanity is at the harbingers of a new era of hope; where true democratic values based on our human rights will not be taken for granted by tyrant states, embezzling corporations, corrupt entities or criminals of all stirps.
People across the Middle East have stopped to be silent, history is unfolding before our eyes and we are hearing the same message across their land very loud and clear – Enough is enough!
Proud and at the center stage are the courageous people of these ancient lands that once again will lead humanity to a genuine rebirth of our civilization and add true meaning to our universal human rights.
To mark this awakening I have selected two videos about our human rights. The third one shows a chronological map of the evolution of the Middle East since the onset of civilization.

Imperial History of the Middle East
Who has controlled the Middle East over the course of history? Pretty much everyone. Egyptians, Turks, Jews, Romans, Arabs, Persians, Europeans...the list goes on. Who will control the Middle East today? That is a much bigger question.

The ugly side of not speaking English? Indiana’s SB 590 Attacks Immigrants and their Languages

2011-01-19T02:53:00.000-08:00

This posting was inspired based on an article I read dated January 14, 2011 from Hispanically Speaking News titled: “Indiana’s SB 590 Attacks Immigrants and their Languages” - this is the link

These words reflect my opinions and are sardonic in tone. They do not intended to insult anyone living or dead. Hopefully you will find this entertaining and and at best humorous.

Remember though:

"A joke is a very serious thing".

Winston Churchill

Being allowed to act on “reasonably suspicious” premises may totally eclipse prejudice; it reminds me of the fascist practices imposed by the Nazis during WWII.

Please let me know about your thoughts on being questioned to proof your identity on the basis of your looks, that is, on the grounds of being "reasonable suspicious".

Visible minorities, who are residents of Indiana, should not be afraid these days, you live in the “developed” world and this is the year 2011. The probability of being questioned because the pimple on your nose is ugly, or because your accent is foreign, or because you prefer to speak in a foreign language is absolutely zero! Believe me; all officers in Indiana are reasonable except when suspicious.

If the color of your skin you wear is not within the “norm” it should not be a problem to you either; however, it may be a little controversial (if not illegal) if on top of your color your moves betray you as suspiciously gay! But now seriously speaking, never mind if your loose apparel reveals you ethnicity or religious believes (touchy subject, mind me writing so small). Don’t worry for any of these totally insignificant stereotypes my dear friendly; minority looking resident of Indiana. I am absolutely sure that it is still safe to J-walk there!

One should only be fearful of “reasonable suspiciousness” if you are an innocent white Polish immigrant going through the control gates at the Vancouver international airport… There, the authorities mercilessly greet those of that kind with powerful Taser stun guns! (Robert Dziekanski – RIP Nov. 2007) But then, Indiana is not in Canada and thus one more reason not to be fearful.

The truth is that legislators in the State of Indiana are reasonable persons and wish to protect your civil rights – they are only after illegal humans and not you. What???? Did I say that right?… illegal humans? – How can it be illegal to be a human? … Trust me there are illegal humans amongst us. There is nothing to hide about it any more. This was on the Wiki leaks cables, but even Mr JA (the big mouth!) had his reservations about going public with this one, but I will not!

Legislators are mainly concerned about persecuting mutant aliens coming from outer space that look suspiciously human; these are the culprits of all things that go wrong in Indiana, they are dangerous to society, and the world is being invaded as we speak… watch out for them as they are lurking in your neighborhood, and we know for a fact that Indiana is a preferred destination!

Now you have the real picture and an explanation of the truth, Please tell the world that you read it in my blog! If you still want to play it safe, my other best advice for you to evade being singled out in public, is to mind flatulence that smells too spicy – that will certainly get you in trouble, unless of course, you can blame it on someone else!

Cheers.

Cesar Macher

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Here is a copy of the article:

"Indiana State Sen. Mike Delph, R- Carmel not only wants to implement a Arizona style bill but wants to bar the use of any language but English in most government transactions.

“We’re taking the handcuffs off of law enforcement. We’re holding employers who are thumbing their noses at the law accountable. And we’re lifting up the English language,” Delph said Friday.

Opposition groups fear the bill will lead to profiling and hurting businesses in the state.

“I’m worried that the unintended consequences of what he’s doing is to put a sign on our state saying we don’t want immigrants,” said John Livengood, co-chairman of the Alliance for Immigration Reform in Indiana, a coalition of groups that want to see immigration reforms left to the feds.

Senate Bill 590 is a thirty page proposal and includes:

-requires state and local law enforcement officers who stop anyone for violating a law or ordinance to ask for proof that the person is here legally if the officers have “reasonable suspicion” that the person is not a citizen or legal visitor

- Businesses that hire illegal immigrants can be shut down.

- Most government transactions, documents and meetings would be in English. The state would shut down their Spanish language portal and printing forms, ballots in other languages

-The state will bill to Congress for reimbursement of all costs for undocumented residents in Indiana.

-No financial aid, scholarships or grants for education at U of I and would have to pay out of state tuition.

- Cities and counties would be barred from limiting the enforcement of federal immigration laws.( No Sanctuary Cities)

According to the Pew Hispanic Center, Indiana was estimated to have 120,000 illegal immigrants in 2009, up from 10,000 in 1990.

“This is going to lead to profiling almost surely,” Livengood , Alliance for Immigration Reform in Indiana co-chair, said. “Our biggest fear—my biggest fear—is that Indiana becomes known as a state where immigrants aren’t welcome.”

Rep. Mara Candelaria Reardon, a Hammond Democrat who is one of two Hispanics in the legislature, agreed.

“While I don’t condone illegal activity, it’s pretty foolhardy to pass a bill modeled after a bill being litigated in federal court,” she said.

The bill has already been promised a hearing in the Senate Pensions and Labor Committee. Ten senators have signed on as co-sponsors, and Delph expects more.

He predicted: “This is going to fly.”

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the article also features on our facebook page, this is what a friend of mine had to say about it:

Oswaldo Trigueiros

It seems the republicans have nothing better to do, than blame immigrants for their failures, so instead of working on positive attitudes to generate employment, better working conditions for their states they sit around and waste their time on coming up onlaws based on prejudice. I guess they should have listened to MLK speech.

I agree everybody should speak english, and not only in the US but everywhere, its the language for doing business, plus we dont any more laws regulating our lives, we have to keep the Govt out of our lives.

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Carta a una musa - Por ser viento eres mi alimento

2010-07-07T01:45:00.000-07:00

Esta es una carta a una amiga anónima - escrita en Mayo del 2007 cuando vivía en Edmonton, Alberta, En esa época recién el personaje de Eaglehook comenzaba a moldearse:

Aprovecho para comentar que admito ser un poco raro - por que a veces me comunico con metáforas, sarcasmos, ironías, eufemismos y demás figuras retóricas. Es que en realidad tengo una necesidad enorme de expresar mis sentimientos y la palabra escrita me limpia el alma, me tranquiliza y me ayuda a poner mi vida en perspectiva.

Casi "mato" al pirata-tiburón (cara de hombre y mano peluda) en mi "Farewell del Marinero". No se si te diste cuenta pero no tuve coraje de ahogarlo; lo deje naufrago pero buscando salvavidas… de ahí que es una historia inconclusa… A mi me gusta ese personaje pero no se encaja dentro de lo que soy en esencia… me gusta que me las mujeres me miren un tanto arrogante – algo que yo no puedo; quizás por la vanidad de sentir que el marinero acumula trofeos contando sus conquistas.

Una interpretación mas exacta de mi poema vino de una amiga peruana que me escribió diciendo que posiblemente ese corsario debe tener un amor real, sincero, dejado a un lado por tanto viaje, una mujer ya no tan joven que lo espera fiel y anhelante... aun sintiendo dentro de ella que el no volverá, y a pesar de ser triste la razón, prefiere creer que es la muerte quien lo aleja de ella y no la voluntad del marinero.

Lo que vale en todo esto es como ya dije, es que no tuve coraje de ahogarlo… Un día de estos me animo y le tiro una soga para sacarlo de su miseria! ¿Qué te parece, trazo un final feliz junto a su doncella olvidada?

O lo dejo ahí a la deriva para que lo recoja Santiago, el protagonista de "El Viejo y el Mar" de Hemingway; para que le enseñe de una vez por todas a dejar de ser facineroso y lo adiestre a transformarse en un verdadero hombre del mar.

¿Y adonde estas tu en todo esto? - Eres el viento que mueve los molinos que ponen en marcha mis sentimientos en palabras.

Ser musa de un marinero provoco un despertar fugaz, intenso y bello – son pocas las mujeres que me inspiran; eso lo digo yo y no el marinero. Que a pesar de imposible siento el calor que me une a ti a tanta distancia.

Soy feliz por que es inolvidable haberme rendido al subconsciente y darle control de mis riendas, apuntando sus mensajes en palabras, sin significado concreto, inesperado, irracional o lo que salga. Por eso te digo ¡que por ser viento eres mi alimento! Gracias amiga.

Por eso que no te preocupes que sea un poco raro… no pienses mucho en mi que yo me ocupo de eso… ya te dije me gustas perfumada, sonriente, y dispuesta a soñar libremente…aun que todo se quede en solo palabras.

Cesar

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Este es el original de "Chupentanga en alto mar - Recuerdos del LLaoca" que menciono en la carta a mi musa anónima:

Adios al Marinero,

Me inspire en el Farewell de Neruda, pero no precisamente en el niñito que se aleja al final y que nos hace a todos llorar…. Esta es la historia del adiós al marinero de Farewell … ese que caletea de puerto en puerto, y de puerto en farra; ese que no encontró a quien decirle adiós ni nadie que lo despida.
Como nos decía el Maestro Neruda…”En cada puerto una mujer espera…los marineros besan y se van. (Una noche se acuestan con la muerte en el lecho del mar.)”

Léxico:
•"chupentanga" - palabra mía que significa embriagarse.
•"chalacas" son guapas hembras que habitan Callao,

puerto principal del Perú
•"abirrinchado" es olor fuerte a letrina -

hedor a orín impregnado en el ambiente.

Farewell al marinero… (recuerdos de una angioplastia…)
(Cesar Macher)

Tesoro y Chupentanga :
Armado con dientes de tiburón y con brazos de pulpo
Atiborro de cebiches, ron con anticuchos.
Todas las noches el corsario pinta sueños
chalacas desplumadas escondidas en bodega.

Intrépido:
Navega por mares lejanos a donde fuera.
Empuña el timón contra el empuje de corrientes peligrosas
El mástil de palo duro en péndulo resiste al jale de la quilla
Cada cresta amenaza arrancar la proa que él valiente incrusta
Rompe olas.

Sin rumbo:
Confundido por los años ya va tuerto el marinero
Tufo de ron, hedor de colchón abirrinchado duerme
Orina fuera de borda e infla sus velas
Buscando viento en popa a donde fuera
Con resaca eructa vinagrera

A la deriva :
Su pecho fatigo las tuberías, olvidado sin recuerdos
Excretando pestilente lodo por sus bridas
Atorado flota nauseabundo de asco a la deriva
Dolorido, rajado y buscando salvavidas
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Para despedirme les dejo otro bosquejo mio también de la época de Edmonton

La rueda del olvido (CM)

En circulo desfilan los recuerdos
Giran al compás de un danzar eterno,
En ritmo alegre retumban descargando corriente,
Sinfónica cosquilla que estremece-envuelve

Al cruzar deja un embriagante encanto
Que arranca ansias y nostalgias vivas.
Pero de costumbre castiga a la salida
Dejando siempre vació al punto de partida

Lentamente se llena una lagrima
Que al resbalar evoca regrese
Se instale centinela dulce melancolía.
Que sin ti el círculo no completaría.

Change (the only constant)

2010-06-23T08:16:00.000-07:00

I am attempting to be more disciplined but I did not go swimming last night. Time just slipped past me as I was trying to fix my laptop (my Skype is running too slowly)... but with a few exceptions I am going to the gym and pool almost every day these days... it is part of a self-imposed "discipline" a Spartan revival of sorts in preparation for big challenges that are looming around the corner. “Mens sana in corpore sano”.
The topic of this blog came up as I reminisced about the day I was having a cup of coffee with a dear friend about two weeks ago. In the middle of our conversation and without pretensions on my side, the following phrase slipped from my mouth:
“You know something my dear… change is the only constant in my life”.
But as I said that, she interrupted me in the only way she knows how to interrupt, that is, very gracefully. She repeated my words slowly looked straight at me and smiled.
“I love what you just said”, her eyes sparkled with admiration “change is the only constant in your life”.
At that point she made me reflect and those words echoed with meaning!
“Yes, so true” I said, “as paradoxical as it sounds, change is the only constant in my life; I feel like a rolling stone for I will never gather moss”.
Considering the deleterious consequences of my inability to grow mo$$ as the privileged do, I would say that my remark is an accurate assessment of how I have lived my life so far.
My friend is such a precious gem, those that pirates like Eaglehook would like to retain very dearly at any favorite port! If I were to describe her most prominent attributes, I would certainly include her enchanting femininity and alluring scent! Oh my goodness …. Hot, hot “candela mujer”! I love the way she makes me feel important and much wiser than I truly am!
For those of you who are not familiar with my blog, Eaglehook the pirate is the main character of a spicy fairy tale I have started and that is still on the works. He is a survivor, and for that he needs to be responsive to change otherwise he will be defeated by the witch of prejudice. He is committed to save the Queen (of all desires) from this hideous witch, but instead got himself trapped by a platoon of three-headed hounds and grotesque goblins sent by the witch. Now he lays captured in a dark dungeon, left to rot!
Eaglehook not unlike his utmost foe, the witch, is also a master of deception; I am certain that he will get himself out of that hole. He has the unbending will of a hero and lives his life accordingly. He is resolute to the point that he would be willing to sacrifice his flesh and in turn have his invincible spirit execute his ultimate maneuver to save his loving Queen.
I admire his high standards and tonight I wish take him out of the dungeon so that we can learn from him in a different way... Let’s recall what I wrote about him back in April last year, on the episode called “The Witch of Prejudice”.

Fly to burn (cm Apr/09)
For a taste of your black magic
Wicked witch let me succumb;
And be devoured by the rats
That infest in your filthy dungeon.
You have captured me in good time;
Go ahead and let me die
For the flesh that you have caught
Lives a the spirit of a moth
Thwart your plan is my delight
Spin and gyre round your lamp
Wings in smoke I drop my poison
Drink to implode your wicked soul.

There you go, that was a snapshot of his spirit - cheers, to you Eaglehook.

A world traveler, he has circumnavigated the oceans countless times. That is why when I think of him I imagine him provisioning the “Black Pearl” in preparation for his next adventure. Of course along with his dozen crew of loyal buccaneers, who as the story goes are half-human and half-ghost for they have been cursed to remain in that amorphous stated by the wicket witch herself!

I am multitasking tonight and drinking wine in moderation, but in honor of Eaglehook, I truly wish it was rum! My doctor prescribes wine for medicinal purposes, but unlike Eaglehook I am compliant…. I am also listening to soothing music, but unlike the pirate who is blasting in his brains off with Steppenwolf’s “Born to be Wild”, my tunes come from B-Dylan, Vinicius, S-Getz, Chico Buarque, Caetano-V, E-Clapton, BB-King, etc. I am also reading from Neruda when I need to pause for inspiration…Yes, I am in a mood for variety tonight!
Let me bring you to my trenches, i.e., to the “bosquejos-sketches” headquarters before it disappears from this location. I have the feeling that my coming voyage will be arduous and I will no be able to post anything for a long while; so let’s get it done tonight!
There is a book on my desk called “Dogs and Demons” with a book marker tucked in the last chapter. The title is superb but it is not about black magic as the name implies. I do not want to finish reading it because I like happy ends with a long kiss and a “they lived happy ever after” closure – But my conscience tells me that I must… So I have decided not to procrastinate and finish reading it when it stops raining in Vancouver! 
Ideally I would rather finish reading it as I sun bathe naked with the Queen on the deck of the Black Pearl drinking piña-coladas… I would read the last ten pages early in the morning and have the whole day to digest that dreadful epilogue.
My desk is cluttered with all kinds of things, like bills to pay, reading glasses, post it notes, but I wish I had some cheese to enjoy with my wine. Let me show you where Eaglehook was born, the “bosquejos-sketches” desktop, and this is how it would look at any given time I post something… a picture is worth a thousand words don’t you think?

As you can see I am a little eccentric, I have two PC screens as if one was not enough! My name card is posted on one of them so as to remind me who I am. Eaglehook does not need business cards, because he carries swords, and he does not need to tell anyone who he is… you just need to look at him to find out.
The light-green post-it note says “Ms S (I wrote a little and “innocent” heart sign), Mon 21 – 11am, rendezvous” and that would be tomorrow! Ms S. is my nurse at the local clinic and I love to play hide and seek with her… he! he! he!, but no!, no!, no!… don’t be so narrow-minded!
She has been trying to catch me for the past two months as I owe her some clinical exams; she finally managed to get me on the phone last week – I love her persistence because it makes me feel important – I think I will get my ears pulled!
Tomorrow is the day of the ‘equinox’ which means that the day and night are of same length and can be observed by all of us at the same moment in time independent of our location! Isn’t that extraordinary! I wonder why people don’t go around wishing each other a Happy Equinox like we wish each other a Happy New Year. New Years have nothing special; they start in the middle o no where in the Pacific Ocean, where hardly any humans live and keep moving west until it returns to where it stated 24 hours after.
Now imagine us celebrating the “Equinox Moment” in unison with the rest of humanity. A colossal countdown… and all bells and whistles going off simultaneously around the globe… wow! what a blast! It would be so more meaningful. I also propose that we count our years between each equinox and not on Dec-31; an arbitrary location in time and space that is deprived from any celestial significance – Let’s forget the New Year and welcome the Equinox!
“Happy equinox everybody!!   Love, health and prosperity to all of you.”
With the Equinox in place, we could also live twice longer because it repeats itself twice during the current twelve month calendar… However, I think that accountants would be furious though, I can imagine them fuming at trying to cook their books every “equinoxial” round, poor devils. Politicians on the other hand would love it, they’d have a chance to cash in their budgets twice as fast and tax us double! …ouch!
It is only like 10pm and just turned dark on these latitudes. Equinox or not it is getting late here and I wish I had real muse in my room instead of sitting here describing objects on my desk, blabbing about celestial phenomenon’s or otherwise pounding aimlessly on my keyboard … BB King is singing “three o'clock blues”….

And I can't even close my eyes
Three o'clock in the morning baby
And I can't even close my eyes
Can't find my baby
And I can't be satisfied
I've looked around me
And my baby she can't be found
I've looked all around me, people
And my baby she can't be found
You know if I don't find my baby
I'm going down to the Golden Ground
That's where the men hang out…

But seriously, tonight I feel I need a real muse – I am moaning like BB-King and there isn’t a “Golden Ground” around my neighborhood to seek refuge.
These days I have not had the peace of mind to enter into this special space of mine that is detached from all noises, away from the annoying sprites and goblins that distract me all the time; and that prevent me from peeking into this surreal and yet familiar place I call the “zone”. I need to be creative, so in the absence of a muse I am going out to the “zone”, where the poet’s hangout to fetch me a juicy one!
For the exercise let us just imagine the scene where my soul-mate is getting ready for the night and observe how later I will bring Eaglehook to appear on stage as we begin to navigate into the “zone”!

... shuuu....(silence please)

I can hear her in the bathroom taking off her makeup and brushing her silky hair… as she comes in the bedroom she would ask me, in a childish and feminine way to reassure her if she looked alright tonight, and I would courteously reply “yes, sweetheart you looked wonderful tonight”… then as I turn off the light and roll to cuddle with her, I would pause my embrace - but now blessed with heartfelt emotions I would repeat “yes my darling, you are wonderful tonight!” … and my words would echo with meaning...
Embedded in this fantasy lets commence our approach to the “zone” were the rational becomes meaningless and the physical translucent. Unprepared in my “raw” self, I would need an extra pair of balls to go there, Eaglehook for sure would have no problems; but I could loose my bearings without a muse - and never make it back!
Once there I’d be searching for where truth and beauty dwell but it would not be difficult to find the source – it is a place were you are able to hear the musical silence of peace pounding in your heart, where purity dissolve our most sordid stains and where the surroundings are absolutely free of gravitational deformations – I am beginning to sense its proximity, the exact location where the words like “you are beautiful tonight” bounced back to echo with infinite meaning!   From there I would harvest a load full of words and scatter them on my double screens as pieces of a puzzle who is about to be assembled to rendition.

Let us imagine the Black Pearl one month before her departure on a balmy summer night - she floats majestically anchored in Heaven’s Bay.

Heaven’s Bay (cm jun/2010)
A sweet summer night’s dream
starry breezeless night
Black Pearl mystically rolls
Anchored on Heaven’s Bay
keel and mast taking turns
she twists leisurely in delight
rumpling wooden echoes snap
muffled deaf in her hollow holds
Absorb and exude in rhythm
A bright full moon of bliss
Stardust sprays the sea
spreading round her silhouette
reflections of moving shadows
retain amusing dancing lights
of her murmuring rocking chambers

Inside the captain's chamber the Black Pearl embraces Eaglehook and his Queen. They rest their uncovered bodies on his bed, lusciously wrapped in the sweet-moist scents of love… both are staring at the ceiling entertained by the mystical oscillating reflections arriving from the moon…
“I wish I was a firefly!” he interrupts their lunar trance, “and I wish you were another one my lovely Queen… “And why fireflies, Eaglehook”, she inquires…. “For they have a life span of only ten days!”
Invigorated by his words and in plain belief that he had just made the most logical and heartfelt love declaration, he turned to kiss her nipples with gusto, the type of gusto exclusively reserved for titans of his sort. On a virile crescendo he begins to caresses her inner thighs northbound with his right (and only) hand; just to find his initiative short stopped by her leg suddenly crossing over his wooden right. Now spurring her ankle under the hardwood leg she turned her slender body over, so as to lay exactly on top of him with her elbows on his chest. Hands on her cheeks and looking down at him she exclaims with a puzzled look,
“Why a fireflies, my silly pirate!”
Now with his better hand positioned on her precious back and wishing the other was not a hook, he looked tenderly at her inquisitive eyes…serene and collecting words form within his heart he expressed the equivalent feelings coming from his chest. (But of course, restrained in meaning due to the insufficient morphemes of language) He proceeds:
“Imagine the countless possibilities sweetheart, in a short span of the month left before my departure we could enjoy three life-cycles back to back and glow away in twirling rays of passion, and when my time to go arrives, we retire our cocoon in a tender plume of fire!”
And once again his words took their magic meaning, but now not only from his heart but they crossed to seed her soul with sublime emotions.
She felt she was floating in clouds when he lifted her by her waist and maneuvered himself to sit straight against the back of their love nest. Gently he lowered her to enter him, his hand slipping down her back -she felt him deep; embraced she moaned in pleasure as her hair streamed back to blend with the mystical reflections that splashed from the distant stars and the moon….
“Like fireflies my dear Queen”, he continued, “I wish we’d glow in passion validating all our desires until we vanish in great style… you and I, elegantly wrapped in fire!” At that moment of infinite surrender the moon hid behind a cloud to leave the lovers love in peace!
This is Eaglehook at his best, a master lover, a dreamer, a doer and pleasure giver!
The next morning when they woke up with the sound of pelicans hovering over their deck, he added:
“Our lives my lovely Queen, seem to be infinitely short when we look at the immensity of the universe. However, the antiquity of time is like an endless river– nobody knows from where time is coming nor where it is going, we only know time is present now and forever… think of the millennial lights that twinkle in sky and that reflected on your eyes last night, my love for you now shines in harmony with the immensity of time, and with all my heart while our magic lasts…but rest assured that if we part some day, our love will remain somewhere down the stream of time”
Eaglehook will move on to his next port akin the Stppenwolf “searching for adventure and whatever comes his way, born to be wild” he would sing! But as a gentleman and a pirate, he will return to her arms just in time to hold her tight again on Heaven’s Bay.
Amazingly when he kisses the Queen on his return, he will kiss her as if it was their first kiss again. Something along these lines:

A taste of you (cm, jun/2010)
As I take this breath from you
Energized from warmth we seek to embrace
From ages left apart now held so tight
Touched our lips on this first time
A taste of you that came to life

Enchanting fragrance of surrender
Embraced in love before the stars
Spreads your warmth in million parts
Twirling petals drift our scents
A taste of you that came to life

For time took long our breaths apart
Distanced hearts far longed so much
This day to reunite what feels so right
Set us free our breaths entwine
A taste of you that came to life

Witness heavens and the Above
A love so deep the birds did cry
Locked hearts as breath entwine
Blessed with life that comes to us
A taste of you that is my life

I will be on my way too, but I am not so sure if I will be able to come back to my “Heaven’s Bay”, but I will make sure that Eaglehook does to lighten up our lives… our gallant rolling stone that gathers no moss!
Of late I have been bogged down by the mundane and other essentials to have had the time to write. Undisciplined, sometimes instead of writing I indulge in senseless tangential futility, albeit the fact that I do not own a TV and have not held one in my possession for at least a decade.
It is beginning to sound like and excuse, but it is an excuse nonetheless, let me face it. My apologies then, to those of you who are fond of the pirate and wish to read his stories more often. I will need to stop my postings for the time being until I properly settle down on my next destination.
To end this post with utmost resonance here is Pablo Neruda’s “Farewell”. Apparently Neruda knew all about the constantly changing Eaglehook; and so young at the age of 18 back in 1922 when he wrote Farewell.

This is my translation:

Farewell - Neruda

From the bottom of you, and kneeling,
a sad boy, like me, watches us.
For the life that will burn in his veins,
Our lives would need to be tied.
By those hands, daughters of your hands,
would have to kill my hands.
Through your open eyes on the earth,
I will see tears in your eyes one day.

I DO NOT wish it, Beloved
So that nothing binds us
nothing should join us
Nor the words that flavored your mouth,
nor the words that were not uttered.
Nor the love party we did not have,
nor your weeping by the window.

(I love the love of the sailors
they kiss and go
They leave a promise.
And never return again.
In every port, a women waits:
sailors kiss and then go.
One night they lie down with death
at the bottom of the sea.

I LOVE the love to share
in kisses, bed and bread.
A love that ca be eternal
A love that can vanish.
A love that wishes freedom
to return to love again.
An idolized love that approaches
An idolized love that departs.)

My eyes will not be enchanted on yours
My pain will not be sweetened near you
But wherever I go I will take the look in your eyes
and wherever you go you will take my pain.
I was yours, you were mine. What else? Together

we made a bend along the course our love passed.
I was yours, you were mine.
And you will be of whoever loves to you,
He who harvest the orchard I have seeded.
I am on my way. I am sad: but I am always sad.
I come from your arms. I do not know where to go.

… From your heart a boy bids me farewell.
And I reply farewell.

The Original:

Farewell - Neruda

DESDE el fondo de ti, y arrodillado,
un niño triste, como yo, nos mira.
Por esa vida que arderá en sus venas
tendrían que amarrarse nuestras vidas.
Por esas manos, hijas de tus manos,
tendrían que matar las manos mías.
Por sus ojos abiertos en la tierra
veré en los tuyos lágrimas un día.

YO NO lo quiero, Amada.
Para que nada nos amarre
que no nos una nada.
Ni la palabra que aromó tu boca,
ni lo que no dijeron las palabras.
Ni la fiesta de amor que no tuvimos,
ni tus sollozos junto a la ventana.

(AMO el amor de los marineros
que besan y se van.
Dejan una promesa.
No vuelven nunca más.
En cada puerto una mujer espera:
los marineros besan y se van.
Una noche se acuestan con la muerte
en el lecho del mar.

AMO el amor que se reparte
en besos, lecho y pan.
Amor que puede ser eterno
y puede ser fugaz.
Amor que quiere libertarse
para volver a amar.
Amor divinizado que se acerca
Amor divinizado que se va.)

YA NO se encantarán mis ojos en tus ojos,
ya no se endulzará junto a ti mi dolor.
Pero hacia donde vaya llevaré tu mirada
y hacia donde camines llevarás mi dolor.
Fui tuyo, fuiste mía. Qué más? Juntos hicimos
un recodo en la ruta donde el amor pasó.
Fui tuyo, fuiste mía.
Tu serás del que te ame,
del que corte en tu huerto lo que he sembrado yo.
Yo me voy. Estoy triste: pero siempre estoy triste.
Vengo desde tus brazos. No sé hacia dónde voy.

...Desde tu corazón me dice adiós un niño.
Y yo le digo adiós.

It seems that I don’t want to stop tonight! Here is another poem of Neruda that bears directly on Eaglehook – but we will get there back to it at the epilogue of his adventures with Queen of all desires! There is more to come…. Bye now, I leave you with a portion of Deber del Poeta”

From the anthology “The Essential Neruda, selected poems” “Deber del Poeta” (The Poet’s Obligation):

The Poet's Obligation (a part of) - Neruda
…
So drawn on by my destiny,
I endlessly must listen to and keep
The sea’s lamenting in my awareness,
I must feel the crash of the hard water
and gather it up in perpetual cup
so that, wherever those in prison may be,
wherever they suffer the autumn’s castigation.
I may be there with an errant wave
I may move, passing through windows,
and hearing me, eyes will glance upwards
saying: how can I reach the sea?
And I shall broadcast, saying nothing,
The starry echoes of the wave,
A breaking up of foam and of quicksand.
A rustling of salt withdrawing,
the grey cry of the sea-birds on the coast
So, through me, freedom and the sea
Will make their answers to the shuttered heart.
(translated by: Alastair Reid)

The original

Deber del Poeta (una parte) - Neruda
….
Así por el destino conducido
debo sin tregua oír y conservar
el lamento marino en mi conciencia,
debo sentir el golpe de agua dura
y recogerlo en una taza eterna
para que donde esté el encarcelado,
donde sufra el castigo del otoño
yo estaré presente con una ola errante,
yo circulare a través de las ventanas
y al oírme levante la mirada
diciendo: cómo me acercaré al océano?
Y yo transmitiré sin decir nada
los ecos estrellados de la ola,
un quebranto de espumas y arenales,
un susurro de sal que se retira,
el grito gris del ave de la costa
Y así, por mi, la libertad y el mar
responderán al corazón oscuro.

Response to Laura: Words

2010-05-14T05:50:00.000-07:00

Laura, thanks for posting on my entry Potpourri , I am glad that you liked what I wrote and I also know that it takes courage to post something for the first time. Sometimes I receive accolades from people who read my stuff but only a few leave a record for others to read.
I like to read, but not only poetry… I even enjoy “reading” a finished sudoku puzzle and gratify myself with the accomplishment!
In Spanish for instance, I like the work from my Peruvian compatriot Cesar Vallejos, and all the verses of the great master Neruda (the Chilean Olympian of words) – who now rejoices among the elites of the Olympus and sits at the same table with Zeus together with Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe and other classics of the English language.…Yes, I enjoy reading but likewise I also indulge in eating, sleeping, or walking a dog if one is available!
A lot of people tell me that I should do this or that and some have venture telling me that I should write for a living . Wow! I have even thought of joining poetry circles on the various places I have lived; to hang out with those who may think of themselves as being more equal than the rest. But I prefer the anonymity of the internet, of mingling with the masses, plebeians, drunken poets, bohemian or anyone who loves words and uses them to express feelings or thoughts. Blogging gives you that advantage: anyone from anywhere and from all walks of life can read your writings and you can read theirs and share thoughts (with kings and paupers just the same!)
I don’t like pseudo-intellectuals, persons who can recite, quote and name the writing of many simply to impress others and like them much less if they have the audacity to “price tag” your work. – pompous they conduct themselves as if they possessed some divine authority to judge. Emphatically, I am suspicious of these “virtuosos” with giant memories filled with the words of others but who cannot produce meaning of their own creation.
You may wish to enlighten your spirit by reading from the “literary giants”; or you may even want to emulate their style by virtue of their intrinsic beauty. Yes, I agree with anyone who endorses that reading from the great writers is incredibly rewarding.
But it is not a prerequisite to “educate” your intellect with the words of others to be able to write from within - your own suffice to to connect with your soul. The creative process of how words take meaning and how they capture the essence of thought it is an intimate experience. In that regard, words that explain your feelings and connect to your soul are innate to the creator (the poet) and nobody else.
I like to say that when I am inspired, I enter into a "zone", a space where words float around my mind, then I filter them through my heart, choose them like picking cherries, and then compose for meaning.
Impostors who insensitively spew Chaucer and Joyce as to show a metric of their worth, are most certainly obtuse and deprived from understanding the true value words; particularly from the words written by the superb minds that composed the original versions they think to master – understanding comes with sensitivity, the ability to connect with meaning that flow through your senses and not from data-bank of extraneous knowledge.
To illustrate my point, imagine a 5 year old girl tenderly holding a chick who has just hatched, stretching her arms and hands - with a smile and her eyes filled with discovery utters the word “yellow” … she has just composed her first one word poem at the age of 5.
Now, a few seconds later she calls your attention again, and as she brings the chick close to her chest, she recites her poem for the second time and says “yellow”. She has just concluded her act by adding meaning and sublime value to her creation, and perhaps bringing some tears in your eyes.
I recommend you read what a Paulo Lopez who wrote on his blog about the subject.

Thanks for your visit, and come again. Cesar

Potpourri

2010-05-11T07:53:00.000-07:00

Here is a potpourri of sketches in Spanish and English

Aqui les paso un potpourri de bosquejos en Ingles y Español

Pendulum (ying-yang)

Going:

Hallucinating drank from bitter rum

Cursed the fate that came his way…

Exhausted slammed his cabin door

To be alone detached from all

Yearned to rot away till gone.

He drilled holes to sink his ship

But threw a bottle-note to sea

That to port he will not reach

To think him dead and be forgotten.

Returning:

Why sink you heart so full of treasures,

You wish to go and shun your worth

Sinking there having reached nowhere

Without a fight you die in vain

Brave all your chances you are alive

Sober up and plug those holes

Float your boat and set your sails

For this journey you will not fail

The middle:

If you don’t come I will mourn you dead

Come my arms wait, but …go don’t stay

And no silly notes to announce you’re there.

Oracion al cristal al vino y la vela:

Tomo una copa de vino, mis ojos se pierden mirando tras cristal una vela que salpica colores –

Visiones de siesta despierta… deseo que en el mundo de los días contados; que un simple soplo la vela llueva estrellas cadentes; que no falten pedidos ni se pierdan los sueños al olvido, ni tampoco resten ilusiones sin visiones.

Para pedirle al cielo mejores ficciones, deseo… que con viento que apaga una vela cansada, todo lo malo se fuera… y cuando me reencuentre a mi alma no se halle cansada.

I have nothing but my humble words to offer and pirate soul full of treasures meant for you as a measure of my breath. I beg you please take my words in their true worth tonight; for if tomorrow never comes, all the past uttered ones and now will echo in the skies for the stars to keep forever. And when you reminisce on a pirate’s flag or any sign of a one-eyed dreamer soul forgone, hope you evoke my image with the assurance that my life is infinitely real.

A taste of you

As I take this breath from you

Energized from warmth we seek to embrace

From ages left apart now held so tight

Touched our lips on this first time

A taste of you that came to life

Enchanting fragrance of surrender

Embraced in love before the stars

Spreads your warmth in million parts

Twirling petals drift our scents

A taste of you that came to life

For time took long our breaths apart

Distanced hearts far longed so much

This day to reunite what feels so right

Set us free our breaths entwine

A taste of you that came to life

Witness heavens and the Above

A love so deep the birds did cry

Locked hearts as breath entwine

Blessed with life that comes to us

A taste of you that is my life

Gota de fuego:

Cruza una gota de fuego suspensa en el aire

Luz que alumbra su marcha a lo largo

Fluye al impulso del viento que sopla p’alante

De esos movidos por sueños, de ardor por vivir

Surca una línea encendida que se hace distante

Se esfuma llevando su aliento, y envuelta un su fuego

Rastros de luz y esperanza, … puntito de alma… se va

Luciérnaga

The Druid of The North

2010-05-02T07:21:00.000-07:00

He was a man of solemn air with white long hair and a beard. His emerald green eyes revealed the inner peace of a knowledgeable and polished soul full of wisdom and compassion.

She walked closer to greet the Druid and thought of hiding herself behind her royal demeanor and to offer him only her distant self. However, at the exact moment she looked into his eyes, she felt drawn to his aura of immense empathy; all her inhibitions, her royal distance vanished as if she had never had them and finding herself instantly at ease. So transparent were his eyes that she offered him her full sight in return… the way she really was without her shields. Moments passed without an exchange of words; a silence of intimate depth... as the queen began to recall the purpose of her trip she broke down in tears.

He took her hands and said in a soft calming voice “you came to me in great doubts and fears; I am here to help you, we must talk your majesty…”

This is how the Queen and the druid made their first acquaintance. Soon she began to feel confident, a genuine sense of trust entered her heart, and for the first time in her life, she felt that she could share with someone her most protected secrets.

They paced slowly through his village learning from each other as people greeted them courteously. Following a road that took them to the outskirts of the town, he took her to the top of a hill where they sat by the shade of an old oak tree that overlooked golden fields of barley. Like a lake made of silky golden stems arched by grains of plenty; the tall grassy carpet swayed gently with the west winds rolling in mellow oscillations. Caressed by the breeze, her soft skin felt wrapped by a magical freshness that brought to heart her one-eyed-pirate… she imagined herself lifted by her waist, then slipping down his arms she felt embraced - her hair streaming out to blend among the fields of gold…

       Note: The fields of barley location was inspired from a song
      called "Fields of Gold” by Sting (Gordon Sumner)
      featured in 'Ten Summoner's Tales' album 1993.

“My dear Queen, I dare to say that you are on a dilemma with regards to the pirate, the witch and with yourself. Your uncertainties began to spring since you started to exchange letters with the pirate that my friendly fleet of seagulls so graciously offered to convey. I also know of this immense climate of love that you and Eaglehook have created based on the verses he writes – Yes, Eaglehook the reckless adventurer, the gambler, the poet at heart, who dresses as a pirate to hide his giving nature and who is madly in love with you!”

“Oh, how do you know all this?” the Queen asked in a surprised yet calm voice. “There is very little I don’t know, my Queen. My connections go far and deep, it is from this network that I learn the best and worst from all of you. Your disappearance from your Queendom, the luring and the spell the witch of prejudice over you, your convenient captivity and location, were never a mystery to me.” …

“Why did you not come to my rescue?”, the queen intervened.

“The most compelling reason is that, albeit your captivity, the witch has allowed you to maintain a very reasonable life that eventually protected you from devastating blows you suffered in your Queendom. I knew your royal duties obliged you to act in a stately fashion all the time forcing you to hide your real feeling simply to maintain appearances; the witch came at a proper time and the move was welcomed by you – I had no reason to interfere. She offered you a shelter and you willingly moved to hide your soul.

The Pirate Waits...
Had once embarked your life

To share a sea as two in one
In joy brought life thrice more
Gale a storm so strong a squall
Gusts like furry it took its toll
Broken course stood no bearing
In pain for years you sailed alone
A salty sea dissolved your sorrow

A busking pirate-troubadour staged
Scores like music strings his poems,
Words as chords with tender tones
Strumming songs to soothe your heart
With words, love brings your life in tune
Turning rocks, your efforts planted

His own course unknown for certain
Words like wine a pirate serves
Drink you yearn his love sincere
Thirst and pain your labor cost you
Words swallow hard to trust be real
Slumbered love you forced to rest
In fear its course can hurt

Words you drink with reason’s past
Taste dreams for delusion certain
Word you drink with heart to last
Taste dreams and in love be certain
Is how you drink and wish you taste
The pirate pours his drink to savor
Tide, wind, stars his ship to sail
Shores his heart, his words, his soul
He waits…

“The second reason why I did not help you gain your freedom has to do with the witch. She has been my rival for hundreds of years; my most dangerous adversary. I dare not challenge her another time unless I have a winning formula to defeat her. I have lost on eight occasions and each time I lost, it cost me a life! This is my eighth life and I do not have another one to spare; if I die trying I will be gone until kingdom comes!

“When I heard of your beautiful love story from pelican Ignatius, a common friend I have with Eaglehook, I saw a chance to defeat the dreaded witch once and for all. But I cannot do it alone and need your cooperation”

“Yes, I want to help”, said the Queen, “but if we get rid of the witch, I will be left unprotected, my heart will be exposed, I will be found and will have to return to My Queendom! I am also afraid to be vulnerable to love as Eaglehook comes closer… I am afraid to fall for him although I truly want to.”

“You will be tested my dear Queen. The witch is aware of all your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your new found love for the pirate. At this point, she has an enormous advantage by holding the pirate captive. She knows for sure that you will at least attempt to set him free; although what you secretly want is to make him yours forever..."

“She plans to torture and finally kill the pirate in front of you" continues the Druid, "to exert her dominance and make you her slave forever. Now, if she finds out that I am helping, she will throw you in the dungeons to take revenge and force me to come to your rescue; a confrontation that if I loose will kill me – a very difficult situation...
I am sure that as we speak the witch is torturing the brave pirate, trying to find out of your whereabouts, she is relentless and her methods debilitate the strongest wills, at the end all succumb to her malevolent manipulations. We must act fast and take advantage of all our resources, the pirate, his crew, the fairies, elves, you and I; believe me we will have to work together. Here is my plan…”

Remenbering Neruda - Acordandome de Neruda

2010-04-22T00:58:00.000-07:00

Deseo compartir con ustedes uno de los poemas más conmovedores de la literatura hispana escrito por gran maestro Pablo Neruda. Incluyo un fotomontaje con narración que encontré por acaso en YouTube que es simplemente fenomenal. Este video lo edito Cesar Senra que dicho sea de paso tiene un canal-vídeo muy interesante que la pueden encontrar aquí.
Sin muchos rodeos vamos directo al grano. - Los invito a leer y escuchar al:
Poema No 20 de “20 poemas de amor y una canción desesperada” por Pablo Neruda.

I would like to share with you one of the most moving poems of Hispanic literature written by great master Pablo Neruda. Included is a slideshow and narration that I found by chance in YouTube that is simply phenomenal. The video was edited by a Cesar Senra that has an interesting video channel that you can find here.
Let’s be brief and go directly to the point. - I invite you to read and listen to:
Poem No. 20 from “20 love poems and one desperate song” by Pablo Neruda.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. - Pablo Neruda

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo : 'La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'.

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.

La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.

Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche immensa, más inmensa sin ella.

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.

La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.

Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.

Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles.

Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto pero cuánto la quise.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.

Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.

Es tan corto al amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque ésta sea el último dolor que ella me causa,

y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is shattered,and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,

And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

That night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes,

I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,

and these the last verses that I write for her.

Snippets from a pirate's log

2010-04-20T01:46:00.000-07:00

Essentials...

Tide, wind, stars and a ship to sail

Shores his heart, his words, his soul

Then parts...

Sweet rum...

Is how to drink and wish to taste

A pirate doses a drink to savor

Words to savor with reason’s past

Taste dreams for delusion certain

Word to savor with heart to last

Taste dreams and bearings certain

Bad weather...

Gale, a storm so strong a squall

Gusts like furry took its toll

A broken course stood no bearing

In pain to long a shadow sailed

The sea dissolves all

Oh! saline sorrow

Turning rocks....

As winds subside the rain stayed on

A busking pirate-troubadour stayed calm

Fresh pouring rain splashed sweet verses,

Words like chords blend rhythmic tones

Humming songs of yore to soothe the air
...

Beware of words that fall on waves
That when close to shore do brake

Turning rocks that efforts planted

Unchangeable...

A pirate course is unknown for certain

Though words like wine the pirate drinks

Thirst and pain that swallow hard

A slumbering self is forced to pause

Inebriated and soaked in words he sleeps

Despite sweet words that rained so hard,

The morning sea remains as always; brine

Vancouver - Super Natural British Columbia

2010-04-16T19:57:00.000-07:00

About a year ago Gabriela a friend and a blogger (seis de enero) asked many of her friends from around the world, to write a few words about the city where we lived. I accepted the invitation and this is what a I sent.
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Hace un año atrás Gabriela una amiga y blogger también (seis de enero) pidió a varios de sus amigos por todo el mundo que escribieran algunas palabras de la ciudad donde viven. Acepte la invitación y esto es lo que envié


Vancouver, ciudad puerto que me acoge, cobija y retiene. Rodeada del mar, rios y lagos por doquier - con montañas escarpadas que coronan al cielo esmeralda de su aurora. El mar titila el reflejo de alumbrados rascacielos espejados al esplendor de sus nevados. Que por ser puerto es punto de encuentro cardinal de idiomas tan variados como los centenares de parques que adornan sus calles. Tolerante pulsa vibrante y deseosa espera tu encuentro.	Vancouver a port-city that welcomes shelters and retains me. Surrounded by the sea, rivers and lakes wherever you go - steep mountains crown her emerald morning skies. The sea reflects the twinkling light of a glass dressed skyline that mirrors her splendorous snow-peaked mountains. Because she is a port, it is the cardinal meeting point of hundreds of languages resembling the countless parks that decorates her streets. Tolerant, her pulse is lively and longs to meet you.

And this is Super, Natural British Columbia!

The Queen Meets the Druid

2010-04-07T23:23:00.000-07:00

The following morning before dawn the Queen guarded by her fairies and elves arrived on the deck of Eaglehook’s ship where the first mate greeted her with great respect pretending he was sober, but easily betrayed by the pungent smell of rum that exuded at every syllable he uttered.

Eaglehook’s crew consisted of a dozen half-human half ghost creatures who had been cursed to remain in that amorphous state by the wicket witch herself. During the night because of the lack of luminosity, one was able to see their faces pretty much like anyone else’s, but as soon as the day’s first streaks of light appeared, their complexion turned pale and paler, until they disappeared completely as the sun came out.

She broke the news of their captain’s captivity to which they reacted viscerally reaching for their swords showing their desires to rescue Eaglehook at all cost. The Queen then gathered her royal posture and ordered the uncontrolled dozen to stop the commotion and to stand in formation for her orders.

“You are now under my command now and will follow my orders because it is the only way we will be able to save my beloved pirate.” When the crew heard her last three words, they were incredibly moved revealing their most loyal expressions to which the Queen assented in a most noble style… after a brief pause she ordered emphatically, “you must take me to the Druid of the Great North …” I need to be there in a hurry!.. Head north and once we are far away from this dreadful island I will give you more directions.”
The first mate noticed the tidal current moving north with the winds in the same direction and ordered the crew to take full advantage. In no time, these able mariners, maneuvered their sails to head north with the wind.

Inside her chambers, the doll fairy trio Tinker, Cherry, and Sailor came to assist the Queen along with Shrekorg, the trusty elf, to unpack and clean the untidy space. Hastily the four assistants turned the room into place worthy of her majesty, except for the scared table were Eaglehook habitually nailed his hook each time he made a compelling order!

At the center of this table was the crystal ball nicely packed and the Queen sitting in front of it waiting for the right moment. She ordered her courtesans out and slowly began unwrap it … read the engraved words and this time as she looked into Eaglehook’s eye, a map of the Druid locations appeared in front of her! She was startled, but soon regained control of her emotions and started to copy the details on a piece of paper. Once done, she ordered Shrekorg to summon the first mate to her chambers:

“Here is where we are heading” handing the paper to the pirate. “Yes your majesty, I will take you there as fast as possible.”

As the voyage proceeded, the Queen had time to recollect on her past life back at the court and in particular the circumstances prior to being abducted by the witch. She was now aware that the witch had lured her precisely at the time she was most vulnerable. So painful were her sorrows that giving away her throne for the isolation of captivity made perfect sense. Life as a monarch had become unbearable and from the various culprits behind her misery, the one that hurt the deepest was her inability to trust again. Her heart had broken.

Although she tried to appease her heart, deceptions came and went and her soul hardened; she feared to yield to the power of love she never saw it come true. As if her dreams of love had always past her like a breeze blowing away her hopes for real – calloused, she anchored her heart with chains that liked on fallen promises.

Many years had passed since those tumultuous days and although the pain had subsided, she had gotten used to the uneventful life of comforts that the witch provided and had capitulated her soul to her spells and perversities. Then came Eaglehook to rock her life!

In love surrendered (CM 05:09)
One eyed pirate-poet,
Released her pure affection
By reading from his heart
The message in the sky

To soothe her spirit calm,
Her soul he holds so tender.
His words he pours like wine
Her dreams in love surrendered

Word after word inspired by his muse he painted his love in multicolor verses to reflect his lover’s image; his Queen of all desires! His passion made her feel she was still alive and his words helped her mend her broken heart. Once again, she was capable of falling in love if not for real at least in dreams. Without limitations, she felt intensely for Eaglehook, despite the fact that her fear of failure increased at the same rate passion boiled. She was afraid to dream beyond meeting the pirate she had never encountered face to face.

Exposed Freedom (cm jun/09)
Lonely nights awakened laid
Endured a void once filled -secure
Of love deprived, she hurt in pain
The song felt right the blues so sweet
Forgiven past, yet not forgotten
Smothered fire of flames that went
Dust that floats of ashes blown
Freedom earned she bears no chains
Tightly knit armor protection granted
Took a pirate to strip through layers
His touch so tender herself surrendered

The skillful first mate and his crew avoided bird lanes where they could be spotted by any foe that could reveal their location. As dawn set on the fourth day, they arrived upon the North Shore beach where the Druid was waiting…

Apologies to all rabbits

2010-04-05T12:26:00.000-07:00

I was kind of cynical of them on my last post

As I recall, my mom also hid Easter eggs around the house and garden and we looked for rabbits hidden behind furniture, fences and bushes... My recent blogs kind of signals that I am becoming very detached from my childhood years... Am I getting OLD????!!!!
I reacted like a grumpy nonbeliever calloused by the death of Santa, the funny rabbits of Easter and of tooth decaying candy from auspicious tooth-fairies. I will reform and regain my child back... my most sincere contrition for scaring the rabbits!
Enjoy this video featuring the legendary Buggs Bunny and Elmer Fudd (me!)

Happy Easter

2010-04-04T02:30:00.000-07:00

In matters absurdity and chocolate eggs, funny rabbits know it all for nothing has changed:

Then too many stood to watch inert
When the trumpets announce a kill
A few feasted in loud cheers
While the crowds stood still to watch nails pierce
As the One who stood tall was fallen dead
And as if all knew be promised forgiveness
They all rather watched him go
Still today many ate chocolate rabbit eggs

Tears Turned Butterflies

2009-05-12T01:34:00.000-07:00

Yes, yes, yes … we have reached a very interesting point and it is necessary to reveal a few more secrets I left out from you… sorry I kept you in suspense but trust me it is all for a good cause. First, let me tell you about this Druid of the Great North. This man has lived at least six lives back to back and is going on his seventh. The wealth of knowledge he has accumulated over his shoulder is paramount let alone the wisdom he possesses in all matters of morals, justice and prophesy.

His most dreadful foe, the witch of prejudice, had already cost him six of his lives and now he is determined at to capture her forever for now is his last chance. In his search for justice, he had been searching for the right opportunity to deploy his prowess. Then one day he came upon the Queen and the Pirate…

It was at this juncture that the Great Druid of the North sent for the Pelican Ignatius who was as we know a philosopher, but also a keen astronomer. The Druid had been lacking concentration those days because great cosmic disturbances were interfering with his telepathic abilities. He wanted to know the cause and to find way to solve the problem.

Pelican Ignatius knew quite well the cause, but he was afraid to tell the Druid straight for he feared the Druid would harm the pirate. “Allow me Great Druid to explain the reason,” said the pelican. “I know very well the person who is behind these galactic phenomena, but promise me not to harm him because he is my dearest friend”
“But why would you like to protect such vandal who is disrupting my ability to think”. “The reason is that he is innocent and does not know that he is affecting you,” the pelican explained. “My friend has found a treasure so immense that his heart is sending signals so potent every time he looks at particular set of stars, a group of three. And that is why every time he looks at them he attracts to himself enormous galactic powers from which he channels his emotions to the stars and disrupts your ability to communicate.”
“Hummm…” murmured the druid, and then said “and in doing so he has indirectly called on me to his attention!” Then he realized that there was deeper meaning behind this coincidence, he became pensive and then demanded.

“And what would that treasure be and who is this friend of yours.”.

“My friend is Eaglehook the pirate. He has told me that he had found a way to feel the presence his long lost love by looking at this particular three star constellation and that they acted as a mirror between the two. I have calculated that the object of reflection from the plane that these three stars demark, the location lies beyond the line of no return. The most curious phenomenon is that the relative position of these stars changes so as to accommodated for the location where the pirate moves; this means that no matter where he is he will know where she is”

“Stop there; stop…” interrupted the druid in bewilderment. “Let me recollect…. You mean to say that the pirate is here and his lover is far away on the other side of the earth and that they connect through stars that reflect each other’s image?”

“That is precisely right,” replied the pelican. “Very unusual my dear pelican…. I am perplexed… communications between the two by means of reflecting stars. That totally eclipses my telepathic powers, which reach a mere 50 meters, but this pirate friend of yours is able to harness such prowess so as to align cosmic energies that focus on his lover. We are at the verge of a very important discovery of the power of love! Shush, shush… you must keep this a secret, do not tell anyone for you may be deemed a lunatic and you will be killed…. now tell me who is on the other side of this communication triangle?”

The pelican paused and grasped for air, clear his throat opened his mouth but could not speak. “hurry up you and peak up or I will pluck all you feathers!” shouted the druid…”It is her majesty the Queen!”… “The Queen!” the druid shocked and jolted so hard that his pointed hat fell off!

“Yes but she does not know who is the person calling from the other side. I have been advised by my owl network that every time she looks at her stars herself she feels this lovely butterflies in her chest an anonymous call for love.”

Tears turned butterflies (cm apr-09)
For down on earth his heart in pain
The Queen so far he felt would die
Bulging eyes burst, Oh longing heart
Swelling love drops, Oh hurtful tears

As he stared the stars to implore her dear
Soothing light came to dried his tears
Turned to stardust they paint the skies
Pain turned joy float sparkling treasures

From her dream she wakes serene
As tears subside, he closed his eye
Then dawn came by to bring her light
Came butterflies to flood her heart

“Well, that explains it all… the boldest pirate in history on one side, her majesty the Queen on the other and in between the two the stars. But these are not ordinary stars for they accommodate their reflection so that the two are always in range; a natural phenomena unseen an unequivocal proof of love.
The Great Druid sensed a power of pure love so strong between the two that was much greater than any of the black magic forces that the witch of prejudice could imagine to have. For the first time in his long life, he was able to feel confident that he could defeat the dreaded witch.

The Crystal Ball

2009-04-22T17:48:00.000-07:00

She heard the devastating news of how the pirate had been captured and her small friends slain. “Oh most tragic fate” … her body trembled and eyes swept ….”why so much cruelty” tonight of all night, that she waited for so long she hurt with all her dreams shattered…. “Oh my pirate why you died”

Crying on her balcony in total despair the queen earnestly prayed and cried desperately…. Her supplication so sincere that the clouds made way to let the stars shine thru… so cheerless her soul that her grounds guardian owls sent in unison harmonics buhuuu to soothe her pain.…

Beeding heart (cm:apr-09)
My heart bleeds I cannot stop
Is too late to hold your hands
Is too late to wish you mine
For without you I will now die
Our love soars high
Beyond the starry skies

Up away the skies so high, stars pulsed their lights so calm, a ray hope shone her way …. As she looked above, she realized shone the star she dreamed the night the pirate read her message in the sky! So mysterious was its warmth she new so well it shone both ways reflected on the star thru the crevice on the wall.

Deaf odes (cm:apr-09)
I felt the odes you send my way
Bright deaf song melodious light
Soothing pace shine pulsing stars.
Take you in love to shield your heart
Keep your soul alive deep in my being

“Oh heavens above guard my pirate strong so foes cannot destroy our most righteous desire. Ray of hope so bright penetrate his heart and never let go, his strength must persevere his life and mine as one.

After her revelation, the queen removed her crystal ball where she kept the pirate eye preserve for him and that she took out each time she wished to dream with him.. Curiously she lifted the ball from its base and for the first time realize there were engraved writings on the base. She focused well and softy read the words…

“The journey your destination”

And she read those words the ball began rearrange her crystals configuration in kaleidoscopic radial patterns encircling the eye… yet maintaining its spherical contour the radial patterns leaned forward conically with the eye at the center. Giving pirates eye pupils a depth so profound that the queen skipped a beat. Gently she leaned forward to focus on his eyes and her vision engaged on a twirling light travel through a magic cornucopia of enchanting designs … she fell in trance and a voice spoke to her in a clear pristine tone. Behold! … It was the pirate’s own

“You must find the Druid of the Great North; he will show you how to free my body from the witch…. Hurry for you have not much time… take my ship it awaits for you by the bay; my crew stands to serve you but you must instruct of them of the destination….” But as she was about to ask the voice for a precise location…. The crystal regain it original formation… and she woke up ….

The Witch of Prejudice

2009-04-11T23:32:00.000-07:00

WHEN, suddenly the skies darkened; surrounding the land in deafening thunders that echoed fiercely in belching explosions… At the epicenter was the witch of prejudice siphoning dark clouds that descended towards her in whirly furry. At her flanks were her contingents of goblins performing grotesque diabolic rituals of abominable depravation.

At the darkest moment, the witch dispatched her goblins and scores of furious three headed flesh-eating hounds to capture the pirate.
Most of the welcoming entourage fled but a few fell pray to the vicious hounds that tore their flesh viciously. The witch on a well-staged ploy lured Eaglehook to fall into a trap as he tried to rescue a piglet from being devoured by three-headed aberration. Exactly as he stepped on the hidden trap, a heavy net snatched him from the ground and gobbled him upwards leaving him hanging like a giant fig from a tree….

HAAHAHHAHAHAHAH HA shrieked the witch in cruel laughter; “damnation I shall take revenge!” she spewed in anger.
Our pirate was dragged by tens of goblins that locked him in a dungeon.
As he waited in the damp and dark cell, he resisted his surrender. Entrenched in his fearless valor he defied the witch to fight him… “I may loose my body but not my soul” . As he mulled his great escape a mysterious a warm ray of light percolated through a crack on the heavy rock wall - Graced by a sublime revelation the pirate fell to his knees and cried, “It is you my dear queen that comes to calm my heart”

Ray of hope (cm Apr/09)
Queen of my desires
Shield my heart with love
My body stand to guard
What foes seek to annihilate

A fissure on the wall
Darkness gone away
A ray of hope so bright
Percolates my heart

A fissure on the wall
Sadness crushed so hard
A ray of joy so bright
foes cannot destroy

Now with reassurances that the Queen held his soul safely on her care, he was fearless and confident to destroy his foes and join his queen. A peak into his heart would reveal the true colors of his invincible nature and devotion for his queen:

Fly to burn (cm Apr/09)
For a taste of your black magic
Wicked witch let me succumb;
And be devoured by the rats
That infest in your filthy dungeon.
You have captured me in good time;
Go ahead and let me die
For the flesh that you have caught
Lives a the spirit of a moth
Thwart your plan is my delight
Spin and gyre round your lamp
Wings in smoke I drop my poison
To implode your wicked soul.

silly fairy song

2009-04-06T22:57:00.000-07:00

Indeed the pirate was able to deceive everyone as detective Dream-Catcher had predicted; but with one difference: he was not with the queen of all desires! He had been snatched by his archrival foe the zealot witch of prejudice, and was about to cast a spell on him and turn him into a stuffed raven! …

I know, my friendly reader… you would prefer to skip to the part where the pirate and her majesty finally kiss, get cozy, etc.. However, let us be patient and carry on a step at a time! We must find out why and how he got into this horrendous predicament.

As we know this far, the pirate has true feeling for the queen, But there was another important reason to meet her: She had in her possession his right eye, and he wanted it back at all cost.

How he lost his eye is a matter of another tale, but suffice to say that he had lost it on quarrel over some scantly dressed ladies in a saloon. It is said that in the middle of the confusion an elf came and popped his eye out with a spoon and runaway with it. Shady business don’t you think? Well, let’s not get side tracked and return to our story…

We left Eaglehook as he slumbered under the scorching heat on top his ship’s deck on the verge of extinction. Inexplicably the winds picked up and inflated the ships sails to push them deeper into the high seas. Legend says that his spirit took charge of the ship while he laid there in as state of oblivion. By some miraculous providence, the ship took him all the way to her majesties shores. …A sparkling cool spray woke him up; it was our delicate Dewdrop fairy gently sending magic drops his way.

Remarkably, he woke up without signs of weariness and in full of vigor… “Where am I” he demanded… “

“You have reached our queens shores gallant pirate”, exclaimed the fairy; “I have orders to take you to her castle”. He was cautious to hear those words and reminiscing on the scorching heat when he thought he had died, he became even more skeptical of his whereabouts. "How did I get here?" "Who sailed my ship?" Full of questions but without answers they were joined by more fairies Tinkerbelle, Frawn, Silvermist among a dozen others who came from all directions hovering in frolic maneuvers around his head…

“Enough you silly ladies…” he ordered, “Hurry up and take me to her palace!” He got up shaking off the dust from his long journey and feeling grumpy and in disbelieve, followed the flying ladies. The fairies did not seem to care about his mood and coarse manners and were dancing all around him while he shook them off like annoying bugs. Chanting silly songs with boisterous and dissonant soprano voices - the fairies drove him crazy:

silly fairy song (cm Apr/09)
Songs of joy we celebrate
Trumpets, bells ‘n fireworks
Colored perfumed butterflies ‘
Ladybugs ‘n fireflies

Rabbits, birds ‘n monkeys feast
Pudding, cakes ‘n jellybeans
pirate is bathed and shaven clean!
Fragrant ready for thee queen!

To add to the confusion various animals and bugs joined the welcoming entourage frolicking and laughing frantically. This could not be real he thought, what a nightmare, complained the pirate; I rather perish in quicksand!

"I am a one eyed pirate - a feared buccaneer not a namby-pamby prince with a fancy cape and a sissy feathered hat…I must be in the wrong story", he worried! "Urrrg…" he cursed and spat… his only solace was that he would reach his beloved queen soon. "This should be my last frustration;" he thought as he filled his heart with her sculptured figure, his lost eye and persevered.

The queen has disappeared!

2009-03-28T01:45:00.000-07:00

Distinguished reader, allow me to introduce myself. I am detective Dream-Catcher of the Seagull Intelligence Agency (SIA) in charge of the anti-fraud task force of the seven seas. I have been called to investigate the disappearance of her majesty the queen of all desires!

Some time ago, we were very moved to learn that Eaglehook the pirate had passed away for a most noble cause and in honor of our queen.

I felt nostalgic of his demise. Looking back into his trajectory, I secretly admired but never condoned his ability to sail the seas snatching treasures, enchanting women and collecting them as porcelain dolls, just to cast them overboard when he got tired of playing with them.

His arrogance at times so disgusting, that on occasions I wished I could have drowned him, but never had the courage and ended throwing lifesavers on his rescue. I became sympathetic of him, when I thought that he would come to the realization that he was hiding his real reasons to escape; that he was only faking his merciless desire to loot… evading his own conscience. I thought he knew very well that he would inevitably begin to accept his own mortality and seek salvation.

After many years on his track, I learned to respect his vivid yet perverted intellect. We all know that he had entered an irrevocable state of physical decay caused by long years of unrestrained behavior and lurid morality.

Let me warn you dear reader: our allegedly defunct friend was too smart to exit before his most feared ghost took possession of him: the dimming of his soul ahead of his heart. The only tragedy that would preclude his own redemption. So why would Eaglehook anticipate his death with most his mental faculties intact?

I became so suspicious that launched a full-scale investigation to recover his ship and his body …. NOTHING has been found! There are no traces of him anywhere! He has simply fooled us all again. This story about him waiting for his queen in heaven and guiding her to him when her time comes is a fabrication!

My dear reader, please reason with me… he is a hairy handed, red-blooded PIRATE, a fearless buccaneer and a master of deception! He has snatched the queen of all desires before our very eyes! He has simply maneuvered our attention to think him dead while he is enjoying a most worldly and passionate encounter with her majesty in persona; and to top of it all she is a willing companion! A sacrilege!

Here is the SCOOP; most reliable sources from the SIA have intercepted love verses written in his own handwriting and dated as early as today! He is ALIVE and very much in LOVE with the queen… yes, I said in LOVE …

It is mind bogging that our “mucho-macho” filibuster is capable of such sublime feelings. Moreover, for us to be deprived form our queen of all desires; and her willingness to allow herself to be lured by this despicable creature hurt us so deep.

Knowing the pirate as I do, he will not throw her overboard as he did with his collection. They have now teamed up to take control of the seven seas! An epic chase of incomparable wit has just begun! Prepare yourselves!

Here is the evidence:

Touché
Touché! You caught me off guard!
I am humbled before you fair lady –
You take this round; I felt your clout,
Admire your style to fence me off so boldly!

I meant no harm and that is true
But also true that play I do
With words and swords as pirates do;
But why should I deceive to play alone
When is more fun to play with you?

Swoosh, wooosh … kaabush..
I shall disappear behind my words; don’t fear!
Deceive you not, but reappear
To make you feel the magic.

Our season:
The turns of Nature showed
When ripened times converge
Is now, as always been
Most certainly our season

Swimming in sync
She: “… And today I swam in the morning as it rained and each drop on my face made me feel so alive and wishing you were there to share.”
He: “ … Consider I was with you there in every stroke, and every drop that fell on you the Dew Drop Ferry made for you …

Incubation: (the flight of the eagles)
You have incubated much too long sweetheart for our heat has turned to fire!

It is time to clutch you tight
Ardently around my arms
Break that shell to come alive
To fly with me like an eagle

Why the message in the sky (Part 2)

2009-03-23T21:11:00.000-07:00

AAfter reading from the stars, our pirate prepares to embark on his most glorious quest.
He was only certain of two things. First, that by an irrefutable revelation, the night he gazed at the stars from the crows nest, that his muse had read and understood “why the message in the sky”. The second fact he held in his possession, was that she was out there somewhere beyond the point of no return…

YES, yes, yes… my friendly reader I need to explain: The point of no return is that point that if crossed, will never return you to your point of origin… indeed a very foolish endeavor. However, you know how pirates are so greedy, especially if the boot is the queen of all desires; yes! her majesty in person! … And all for himself, of course… his most inspiring muse the essence of perfection!
Oh yes, I forgot to mention, he does not even know her name! Well between you and I let us call her Rapunzel of the seas.
It has been said that she has long golden hair and shuns all her pretenders…how can our sea drifter be so obtuse!

“You are a madman,” laughed drunken buccaneers as they saw him set sail “You will go blind in the scorching sun and become mad before you drown to the center of the earth!”

But he knew what he was doing with resolute conviction he departed…“I don’t need my eyes because I can see it in my heart!” he barked in anger!

Months later on a blind course:

By now his vision almost gone and the charts were useless!
No signs of hope anywhere, and the dreadful point was twice behind. The rats were dead, all was silent except cracking sounds of snapping pointed splinters sticking up from scalding decks; and flat sounds of blisters bursting from his back. Grasping in hot air he painfully exuded last his drop of courage:

Oh sterile sea,
A lonely man and torrid heat
Arrhythmic specters dance afar
Twirls of horrid convolutions
Guts, flesh and fishbone spumes
Goblins, demons take possession
Scorched skin the heat sinks deep
In nauseating vertigo he spins
On his fall to condemnation

A shield of faith wraps his soul
Right on time for his protection
As the fall slings in reverses direction
His soul hovers high in vast suspension
Sweet odes are heard and rainbows seen
Yet alone he comes to understand
That his spirit is sailing free
And now settled in her heart
He is the message in the sky

Why the message in the sky

2009-03-15T04:30:00.000-07:00

The pirate has been ill; his bones hurt. He is back though; lets find out what he is up to now.
---*** ---
Our trusty pirate is fed up of mulling on his troubles and has risen to grab a lost treasure; a true love he thought foregone like the path of a fallen star.

He hastily summons his old friend the pelican to take a message across the many seas. However, as he is about to seal the envelope he apologizes to his envoy and tells him that on second thoughts a message so direct would sound pretentious and infinitely trite.

The friendly bird then suggests to drop a bottle on her beach… he disproves to say that such an action would misconstrue a vulgar call for random craze; that a lady of her class would disdainfully refuse.

Looking for an answer, he finds himself on top of the crows nest balancing the tides; with one hand on the mast and the other pointing at the stars, he bursts in great elation:

I have felt her lasting flame
Unaware I cherished for so long
Colors spread to ignite the hearth
Soothing warmth of light so true
Sweet deaf odes shall play for you
Invisible rainbows make you smile
Precious verses encoded in the stars
Stands to reason but not in words
When your soul finds my heart
I will take you aboard my ship
And together you’ll understand
Why the message in the sky.

Tempestad

2009-01-26T02:17:00.000-08:00

Publish Post

Cruzando nubes cargadas que aplastan el mar, navega el bucanero. Presiente que seguido los acordes de relámpagos furiosos que crujen cada ves mas alto a cualquier momento caerá el temporal.

Sereno agarrado al timón, mastica sus pensamientos preguntándose ¿si será la secuela de malos tiempos las que marchitan a los sentimientos? ¿o serán los recuerdos, esas efímeras esperanzas frágiles, los que le harán retornar al viejo muelle de partida? …instintivamente sin que él lo pueda evitar ni fantasear.

Traga un golpe de ron… divaga de las corrientes hasta que un trueno lo alerta de los peligros venideros…

Tranquilo coge el timón y en línea directa al rompiente espera…

Tempestad

Círculos que hunden recuerdos

Retumban tambores reviente de truenos

Puñetes cruzados, el oleaje golpea con ganas

Zambullo de proa, suda chorreada cubierta salada

Cruje de casco torcido, endereza a roncos sus penas

Soberbio requinta, maldice y con furia se estira

Chupa un hondo surco la popa

Que revuelca arrancadas nostalgias vivas.

Se despide solemne en penas

Se aleja densa embriagante estela

Remolinos centrípetos las hunde tragándoselas al olvido

Náufragos flotan recuerdos

de regreso al punto de partida

Se va el viento borrando las nubes

Entre palos rajados, caídos y velas rasgadas,

Cuelgan sogas que en nudos evitan rebalsen sollozos

Que si gotean añore regrese y centinela se instale;

Dulce melancolía ... que sin ti el círculo no completaría.

Tokyo - January 2009 - Enero 2009

2009-01-14T02:54:00.000-08:00

I am giving the pirate a little rest today because I have decided to publish slide-show movie with pictures I have

taken on my current trip to Tokyo; where I am taking a little break visiting my daughter, her mom, and grandmother.

I have taken time-off in preparation of a scheduled surgery to remove a herniated cervical disc later in February at the Lion’s Gate Hospital in North Vancouver. For those of you who prefer a spicier medical term the procedure is called an anterior cervical discectomy.

I hope you enjoy the show; I feature in a couple frames wearing a headmaster collar.

I sketched the little verse below a few years ago and I like it… in a certain way is a good description of myself… chasing the golden pot at the end of a rainbow.

--- x --- x --- x --- x

He puesto al pirata de descanso hoy porque decidí publicar una película fotográfica de escenas que acabo de tomar en Tokio donde me encuentro de visita a mi hija, su mama y abuela.

Estoy en breves vacaciones preparándome para una cirugía marcada para finales de febrero cuando me retiran un disco herniado de la cervical en el Lion's Gate Hospital de North Vancouver. Para los que prefieren una sazón médica, el procedimiento se llama

disectomía cervical anterior.

Espero que les guste el show; yo aparezco en dos tomas usando un collar soporte.

El bosquejo de verso abajo lo prepare algunos años atrás…. Describe de cierta forma como soy… persiguiendo tesoros dorados al final del arco iris.

Sunrise and the road ahead.

On my feet down the beach,
My old worn sandals follow me.
The sun is so immense
A whole day to spare,
And a rainbow to walk under.
Never reaching the end
Same old sandals trailed my way
Following that rainbow

Potpourri - Pirata en Abstinencia

2009-01-12T05:05:00.000-08:00

El Pirata recuerda sus tesoros

Abstinencia del Marinero

El silencio de la escotilla cerrada

Que separa la brisa y encierra un deseo dejado

Sin poder dormir arrimado en su lecho

Acogido a una ilusión

Presiente el enlace calido de sus labios.

Ansiosa llama prepara el destino

Destrozado entre paciencia y la esperaza

Decidió por la paciencia

Navegará y sabrá cuando…

El Galeón

Nave de amor pirata

Fondeo en bahía frente a la playa

De la orilla al navío el mar oculta abismos

La resaca empuja y jala

Remos resueltos avanzan al encuentro

De regreso al galeón imponente infla sus velas

Mientras la cobija de popa alumbra

El botín de su larga espera

Un Dulce Despertar

Esa noche se despertó buscando

Salpicando… con calor y en fuego

Complicita almohada no acusará

El sueño en vida un consuelo

Y la vida de veras un sueño

Recuerdos la buscan con ansia

Sollozos al despertar.

Para lograr un beso que otros mares verá.

Hacia ella navegan sus sueños

Con qué versos nuevos lo arrullará.