Thursday, August 27, 2009


los ciervos se ejecutaron a trav├ęs de las maderas.


Wednesday, August 5, 2009


Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Soot and ash is stretched between
The sea and sky; these lonely islands
Kiss the buildings, black and silent.
Here my eyes look towards the brightest
Point of light, like some great sign.
And know the love--
I was reminded of the time I almost died.
But do remind you close your eyelids,
See the fine good colors that are left behind
Like flaming fingers tracing lines.
Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Sifting through the ashes after.
We will find your life in laughter,
Oh, the black and breathing rapture.

Breathing Rapture - Le Loup

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

>> be me

Today, I am a willow tree.
Instead of breaking in a storm, under the thunder and lightning, I will bounce back.
I am a willow tree, fragile as it may seem.
Creating shade in the sun - an escape from the burning heat - I will protect you.
I am a willow tree with roots that are deep.
I will not budge, but blow in your breeze.
Today, I am a willow tree.