In love with people…
I am in love with the fragile broken parts of people. Things that makes them memorable… Continue reading In love with people…
Tulipa Ruiz – Efêmera
Tulipa Ruiz – Efêmera Continue reading Tulipa Ruiz – Efêmera
I am a collector…
People are, by nature, collectors of things. Coins, cards, figurines, art, music, shoes, prehistoric fecal matter — everything one can imagine is gathered, kept, catalogued, and cherished by someone, or by many. I, too, am a collector. I gather thoughts, emotions, and mental images. I cherish words that I find beautiful, or striking, both alone and (oh, sweet rapture) in combination. I catalogue heartache and pain; joy and redemption. I capture and keep moments, tucking them safely away between lines of ink, that I might look back on them one day and remember. I am a collector; and, this, my … Continue reading I am a collector…
The difficult art of saying goodbye
There are people in our lives that we would always like to be close to them, they are like sparks shining within us, illuminating us, showing us the way, taking the stones out of the way so that life becomes softer, less scratchy. I call them poems-people, they teach us in rhymed verses the true meaning of life, not with words, but with everyday attitudes. They do not have a speech ready, those that dictate rules or point our flaws, just sound like inspiration to live better and believe in ourselves. Not height, nor weight, nor the muscles that make … Continue reading The difficult art of saying goodbye
A letter for my old self
I am old. My skin is leathery. My hair white. My teeth replaced. My vision blurred. My memories faded round the edges. But I am worthy and I am a woman. I still want to feel the warmth of someone’s hand in mine. I still laugh and I still cry. I still want to be beautiful, respected, and listened to. I feel like I’m twenty years old inside. Okay, maybe thirty. My flesh is weak, but my soul is strong. I am just like you. I am worthy, weary, stiff and I am not ready to be ignored, dismissed, pitied … Continue reading A letter for my old self
The Labradors
I am of two minds. Awake and in a dream state. I haven’t had four hours of straight sleep for two weeks. I’m tired, eating badly and not exercising. I need to shave my legs. I keep forgetting to floss. Well I don’t actually forget, I’m just too tired to bother. Truth is, I’m a bit of a mess and my back aches from bending and chasing and scooping and barricading… I feel like my house is under siege — invaded by two furry little dictators. Zeca and Marceline are their names and they are forty days old (Labrador Retriever). … Continue reading The Labradors
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Just be yourself…
Are we ever going to fully know ourselves? Aren’t we always changing, always becoming someone new? I think when we start to search for categories to fit in and names to call ourselves is when we really get messed up. Why do we need to be anything at all? I don’t think we really find ourselves, I think we create ourselves. You are a collection of everything that you have ever heard, read, seen, felt, thought, touched… There is no finding, only becoming. Don’t grab at things for no reason hoping it will be something that can define you. Aren’t … Continue reading Just be yourself…
Nina Simone
I love this song….♥….singing…♫♪ You’re nothing but a dirty, dirty old man You do your thinking with a one track mind Keep talkin’ about heaven glory but On your face is a different story Clean up your rap your story’s … Continue reading Nina Simone
“A man wants to…
“A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.” ― Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays November 7, 2013 marked the 100th anniversary of Camus’s birth. Continue reading “A man wants to…
Beatriz Esmer 