Thursday, December 31, 2009

a new year.

in the distance
there is color. sound.
a joyous celebration
of firecrackers, pachelbal's canon, and a dog named dorothy
but i cannot see past these tears
transiently captured by a glass wall
dripping. evaporating into nothing
sipping into my mind
playing over and over
draining the picture of its colors
trapping the melody in a vacuum

flowing down my cheeks.
the horizon is blurry and bleak

i am a mirror
with no semblance of substance
continuously reflecting, never its own
nonexistent on my own
will i forever remain in this perpetual state of uncertainty?
where "nothing is real, everything is imagined"?
a place of dreams
"only a sleeper considers it real"?
will you one day wake up from la casa?
the break of dawn shattering the promises of the night
chasing shadows into the depths of crevices


time flies
it has been exactly one year since i do
perhaps i should have felt stupid
i do

i am
i don't need to reassure myself of what is already written

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


can only say so much

it is not so much 'the word'
that carries the entire weight of its signification

but rather something else
that i am not exactly sure of

for example:
i can say 'i love you' to anyone

but it would not hold its true meaning
had i not meant it, had you not felt it

our own words often fail to express what we feel
thus, we seek refuge in abstractions

metaphors and quotations express the unexpressible
yet they conceal as much as they reveal

words. words.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009



hasn't been necessarily been kind to me

the year launched with a renewed commitment

which dissolved almost as quickly as it happened

leaving me almost completely battered and destroyed

six months of anguish, death, anger, emotional outbursts, betrayal

to the point that i felt that it was god's way

of punishing me for my pride

for the most part of the rest of year

i was going back and forth

between my self-destructive, needy ways and the need to get through uni


the year is coming to a close

and what a year has it been!

the grief subsided after five months, finally.


when i least expected

there you were

"like a rainbow after the storm"

corny, yes. but true nevertheless.

after so long circumstances have denied us

it happens

as if fate was waiting for the right time


it fears me to say how i really feel

so i hide behind abstract words of multiple interpretations


but i do love you

Saturday, December 19, 2009


it is the horizontal
that is not

where earth and sky meet
but at no point in contiguity

yet distant

like you and me
an abstract proximity

nothing else matters
in that moment where it exists

but the earth and the sky
but you and i

Thursday, December 17, 2009


the heat consumes
our desire for another

we are trapped
in space

the only savior of our intimacy;
the mirror

reflecting flickering light
in the ocean, its glistening horizon(s)

the thrill of
temporary solitude

of silk and sarong
flesh and blood

Monday, December 14, 2009


with each dawn
we lay our dreams to rest
and return to the slumber of 'reality'

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Saturday, December 12, 2009


in physical absence

love is divine

Friday, December 11, 2009


fate is written in his face

wishing things were simpler

"we're meant to lose the people we love.

how else would we know how important they are to us?"

Thursday, December 10, 2009


between earth and sky
is nothing

it is everything

you bright up the gloomiest of days

Tuesday, December 8, 2009


increasingly desensitizes us
to new phases;
paradigmatic shifts.

while we stood still
our worlds shift,
the ground between us

but there will always be:
rainy days
coffee cups
and a lost umbrella

a different you
a different me

Monday, December 7, 2009

another rumi

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

Friday, December 4, 2009

la casa

you are


and home

la casa.

the one i return to every night


Thursday, December 3, 2009


embedded within, and
subjugated by our fears
the dream is a dream
a territorialization of the unconscious
an intense accumulation of desires
breaking down the very tangibility of our existences
and inspires us to believe (in love)
that in our minds
"we could conquer the world"

everything culminates towards this
is a funny thing

random day.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

you and me could write a bad romance

"so the question is:

1: do I really wanna trust this feeling ?

2: do I wanna let it pass me by ?

3: do you think it's only superficial ?

4: could it actually be different this time ?"

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

500 pages of summer

page one
looking forward to a beautiful summer
and a thousand plateaus
an assemblage of desires
in our secret world