Sunday, March 02, 2008

strange days and smells

i haven't written in a while
last week's days were filled with strange episodes

.monday an ear infection
.tuesday a migraine kept me at home
.the rest of the working week flew OK
trying to rescue the 1st 2 lost days
.ein Wortschatz quiz on Thursday
.with a nice twist on Friday,
dinner a friend from México City
old ex-coworker from the Hard Rock Café

so, i haven't played with fotos
i have barely replied e-mails
surely i haven't written in a while

this morning came across
the stories sections on
i wrote these chunks of silly words there
before i created this blog

and remembered this one
the smell

so here today i remember
instead of creating
since still hurts my head

oh just hoping for more energy
for this Sunday
here i relate today again to a home-smell

the smell
my house smells like an older woman’s house
today’s sweet and strong
but a little dense
opened the door and it came in
in the core like a rush
the mixture of scents, an unrepeatable aroma
right now
there’s fig candle a cheap one
the expensive one is a stone mixture overprized store
of jasmine, & fig and all the-other-don’t-know
it changes every day
every minute you can say
if you got a nose or at all around come
for sure you can tell
and then the trash can left some little pieces of onion
very little not too strong
to make organic this matter at the most
it stands, food odors from there
and mixed with the rain outside and still a hint
(would said if preparing a perfume formula: add a 3%
of aroma reminiscent of fresh paint, just a 3 percent! not less no more)
and in 2 hrs i know won’t be quite the same
oh if i know
if my nose can calculate!!!

like the very first time you do something
the first time while learning to drive you almost crashed
you didn’t, but learnt the fear
it left tracks
or the first encounter with someone
a friend of a friend
the aunt of the cousin of the neighbor
but then you become good friends, maybe even family
or co-workers or soul-companions
hopefully not insurance partners
and even less common-crime holders
but anyhow you’ll
remember that first encounter
blurry, escapes, like the memory of the almost-first-car-accident
because you didn’t expect it
and because it wasn’t impressive
you weren’t meeting somebody outrageous or too important
just a person
or you were just almost for the first time
a car crashing
what is the importance? if

as with aromas or acquaintances
most things around life
are a terrific accident

and now today is that smell
knowing it is happening but it won’t repeat itself
the old lady’s smell
and wish i could capture it ‘cause it suits my house so well
and surprisingly i so much like it
is not particularly good or too bad
it is just the smell of my home
and guess even if ever changing
and sadly probably won’t be able
to replicate accurately, the fortunate accident
immediately warm is & i can recognize it
is the smell of my house
and i like it!

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