Grey skies surrounded me

Clouds are running
Grey elopes hand by hand merging into one with White
Light Blue arises heavenly beautiful with the weight of Black
Suddenly it seems as if you felt Yellow
The Sky returns to shine
Nothing but Wind putting it all back to start
If you see into details
It’s a Holly Hole of Light
Where White edges of Clouds gleam enough
To keep you paralized
I stood world appart waiting to cross aside
Just me an my lollipop watching the skies
Amazed by the change nature could bring to my life
Sung a little louder and kept walking with a smile
‘Cause my friend the Sun was there, anxious to come out.

29/06/09

Today I

Today I put some music on while taking a shower in the morning.
I rarely do that.
Today I bought a chocolate.
I never buy chocolates for myself.
Today I acted like a gentleman.
I usually act more like a gentleman than old men do.
Today I walked slowly enough.
I relish that everytime.
Today I took a few steps with my eyes closed.
I like to plunge inside and be seen like a smily-eyes closed-weirdo.
Today I walked on the sunny side.
I always do it when he comes up.
Today I watched the sun.
I try to remember him every now and then.
Today I cheerfully smiled to myself.
I love doing that and dreaming it can be contagious.
Today I relieved my body so as to make my quietness shine.
I love to think I could splash sparkles to people.
Today I got a little lost between passerbies.
I am only what I want myself to be, tiny or huge, part of something big.
Today I breathed some fresh air.
I try to consciously refresh it when I can and feel it a bit cold.
Today I took a walk and felt peace.
I centered my being to taste happiness.
Today I tried to alter a few minutes of rutine.
I enjoy the idea and fact of new experiences constantly reachable.
Today I figured some new whys.
And the day is still to unfold.

25/06/09

¿Dónde está?

Se levanta, va por un café. Próximo un cigarrillo. Mientras despierta a la rutina de un nuevo día, e intenta servir el café en su taza, cierra sus ojos y se imagina justamente parada frente a un árbol. Desierto un bosque y ella parada al lado, paralela a un árbol. Alto, viejo, marrón y verde. La corteza rugosa. Unos 30cm de distancia. Es poco. ¿Es mucho? Cierra sus ojos al lado del árbol y respira toda su naturaleza, todos sus olores, toda su tierra. "Puedo ser árbol". Así, luego de un respiro profundo, puro y pacificante, de a poco abre sus párpados, lista para una nueva mañana. Ya el día es otro.

12/06/09