This is pure gold

More stuff from my most favourite poet in the world...

[somewhere i have never travelled]

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

In awe of e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

When Vanity kissed Vanity

When Vanity kissed Vanity, a hundred happy Junes ago, he
pondered o'er her breathlessly, and, that all men might ever
know, he rhymed her eyes with life and death:

"Thru Time I'll save my love!" he said . . . yet Beauty
vanished with his breath, and, with her lovers, she was dead . . .

—Ever his wit and not her eyes, ever his art and not her hair:

"Who'd learn a trick in rhyme, be wise and pause before his
sonnet there" . . . So all my words, however true, might sing
you to a thousandth June, and no one ever know that you were
Beauty for an afternoon.

Táctica y Estrategia

Mi táctica es
mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos

mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible

mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos

mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos

no haya telón
ni abismos

mi estrategia es
en cambio
más profunda y más
simple
mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites

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Tactic and Strategy

My tactic is
to look at you
to learn how you are
to love you as you are

my tactic is
to talk to you
and to listen to you
to build with words
an indestructible bridge

my tactic is
to remain in your memories
I don't know how
nor
with what pretext
but to remain with you

my tactic is
to be frank
and to know that you're frank
and not to sell to ourselves
simulations
so that between us
there is no curtain
nor abyss

my strategy is
in contrast
deeper and
more simple

my strategy is
that one of these days
I don't know how
nor
with what pretext
you finally
need me.

Mario Benedetti

Si tú me olvidas

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.

Snippets

Here are fragments of songs, poems and movies (even advice!) which have been reverberating in my head for the past few days. Just a disclaimer, there is no coherent theme binding them all together. For some inexplicable (or explicable hehe) reason they have just been tormenting me, creating a totally bizarre cornucopia of melodies, images and dialogue in my head. Oh, and some of them are just frighteningly sappy, and I apologize. My tastes can't be discriminating all the time, and my mind apparently has a mind of its own...

1. Smashing Pumpkins' Try, Try, Try (along with its hauntingly beautiful music video)

2. MJ telling Spidey "We have to forgive each other or everything we ever were will mean nothing" (the trailer keeps playing on TV)

3. Neruda's "Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido" from Puedo Escribir Los Versos Mas Triste Esta Noche

4. Go West's King of Wishful Thinking (haha!)

5. Sylvia Plath's Mad Girl's Love Song

6. That Neil Gaiman quote which starts with "Have you ever been in love..."

7. Rilke's You Who Never Arrived

8. Karen Kunawicz's Sound of One Heart Breaking

9. That awful theme song from Neighbours: "Neighbours should be there for one another...that's when good neighbours become good friends..." (I'd really love to explain why, but I don't want to jinx anything yet. All I can say is that it's this little project that's been making me and someone else so excited as of late. I think I'm gonna call it Operation N.H. hehe. Will divulge everything when the time is right.)


10. Charlie reminding me the other day that I once told her back in college that she will just laugh at *everything that happened* in the future (I'm nearing that stage now, Charlie...!)

11. K's Choice's Almost Happy

12. The plot of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind