Thursday, April 30, 2009

Into the Wild (film)

I watched this film
Into the Wild
this past weekend
it left echos in my soul
that will resonate for a long time

directed by Sean Penn
the film is based on the book
of the same name by Jon Krakauer

the book and film follow
the true story and adventures of
Christopher McCandless
an American dreamer, walker, who looked
to escape from the chains of 'society'
immersing himself 'Into the Wild',
he changed his name for Alexander Supertramp
and followed his dreams all the way to Alaska...

here McCandless
on his last self-portrait as found in an
undeveloped film in his camera in the
"magic Bus", smiling, fulfilling his dreams

the film, as the life and dreams of McCandless,
is full of controversy, but also full of
beauty in many ways, visually, literature-wise,
and even if hearth breaking, i found the film
rather inspiring

if you appreciate literature, this movie
will capture your heart too
full of insight and quotes
most from McCandless himself
and others from authors such as Lord Byron

the soundtrack of the film by Eddie Vedder
has its dose of controversy itself
I personally think he did an excellent job
and each one of the lyrics go according
McCandless notes and thoughts
here one of the songs that won a Golden Globe
the more i listen to it
the deeper it engraves itself into my little heart

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me

[another great song]

Monday, April 27, 2009

Coachella by el perro

my super friend perro
has been writing these amazing
reviews from the Coachella festival
if you like 'indie-alternative' music
rock, or whatever that means
you'll truly enjoy them
full of the richest media!

here one of my favorite videos
this is what i call being in a rock festival

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


mourning dove outside my house

after the heat wave
now dark gloomy days

maybe 'cause there are extra clouds
on the skies today, or
maybe 'cause not always
all love stories go too well

but today comfort calls my name
with this little song and
with this mourning dove
who comes to be fed
every morning of
every day

she cooing sings
I, seem to be repeating
after her
won't you come to comfort me?

with rocks in my dress
and smoke in my hair
I walked into a lake
to get some sleep down in there

won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?

With minnows in my belly
and deep in my veins
the breath-robbin' lightning
was making diamonds of rain

won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?

dreamed I was born on a mountain on the moon
Where nothing grows or ever rots
I dreamed that I had me a daughter
who was magnificent as a horse

won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?

Monday, April 20, 2009

little Hunter

the black-N-white kitty
surprised me on Sunday morning
with a little 'gift'

she rushed in the house
carrying a feathered bulk in her mouth
by the time I realized what it was,
I already had a dead bird by my feet!

It was a disturbing movement
The shock of the little dead bird there
(I feed and love birds)
Against miss Kitty’s joyful and fervent face
She was celebrating her (1st?) killing victory
And I was just sad to see the dead bird
Couldn’t really scold her since
It’s on her nature to be a little Hunter
But I am still shocked to learn
That such a lovely tender small creature
As Frau Kitty is
Can become in any second
An assassin!

In spite of my horror,
I allowed her to play a little with her prey
and then I buried it on a dirt patch
outside my house
showing her where it was
so she wouldn't go crazy looking for it

the whole episode brought to mind
this irresistible song
By another controversial feminine figure
Beautiful and dangerous too, petite female:
señorita Björk

I'm going hunting, I'm the hunter. I'll bring back the goods…

Ps. and later that warm afternoon
I walked in with a Greek Grilled Chicken Salad
she gave me a stare, like saying:
"at least I killed my own bird"

Saturday, April 18, 2009


morning of a Saturday
sun coffee &
liquid light hours

Created: Today, April 18, 2009, 8:29:08 AM

Created: Today, April 18, 2009, 8:29:22 AM

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


so today as 12:18pm (PST)
i am 40

aged... yet my mind-core essence
still feels the same as when i was 12
i still like mysteries, as i did back then
i basically feel the same girl
[only much older]
when i was a girl
i used to read Sherlock Holmes all the time,
now i read Barnes, and Murakami;
and life seems to have changed
yet are the books, and the fragrances of life,
somehow, still the same
friends have different faces
but feels warm to hug them, the same

lovely is to be alive at 40!
but as i told my mother yesterday
"i am not quite sure i will make it to 80,
then, i am today, starting the 2nd half
of this my lifetime"

'fresh'(?) from this morning my crow's-feet

and for 40 years now
i've been rather enjoying myself
sometimes in spite
of maladies, some aches of the hearth,
and nowadays sudden old-lady's pains

glad i made it this far
and thankful for another year of life
hope more to come
to watch clouds, and to feel the sun
and the rain, and
to see smiles, share stories with friends
and hug the loved ones
take pictures, write silly notes
and pet furry friends

Monday, April 13, 2009

pre b-day

this weekend
two lovely pre b-day parties

sometimes i seem to forget
the joy of spending time
with good friends

and today i found this
very old Tom Waits song
from his Early Years

and some blue skies
to go along

Friday, April 10, 2009

Friday fine mist in San Diego

Just yesterday morning
It was all fine and sunny
your voice sounded warm and friendly
And the fluffy clouds at me smiled
Opening their bellies after a long night of rain dropping

palms, clouds, streets, cars,
they all encompassed to make me feel glad

But the today came
And fine gray mist
Covers the sidewalks this morning
Fine gray melancholy
Rests my tired soul too this morning
Rain, drops, tears, an afar affair revisited
Brings back old fears, suspicion, and sadness,
Or something like that
I don’t want to see the rain again on my patio
Without feeling protected somewhere

so yes this Friday grayish morning
Don’t know why, but i suspect why, all of a sudden
I feet like the rain:

Falling lonely

Thursday, April 09, 2009


USPS revealed today
the Simpsons stamps design

the stamps will be on sale on May 7

it's a great way to commemorate
the longest-running American sitcom,
20 seasons and still going on!

you can vote here for your favorite stamp

a blast from 1987
when they 1st appeared
as shorts at the Tracey Ullman Show

and sure the Simpsons had
a make-over... look at them!
they were so spiky/spunky
in their beginnings
and Homer looked angrier!
I guess as he's been eating donuts
through the years and gained more weight
has become more content...
although still has his outbursts
as he shows in one of my favorite episodes
Angry Dad
where Bart made an 'internet' cartoon
based on Homer's anger...

[a sentimental note apart]
I truly thank the creators of the Simpsons
and specially of Homer... many nights
and days, when things have gone wrong
in many nights of anxiety and/or insomnia
(not lately btw, i don't sleep a lot but i sleep
very well, ahhh *yawn*)
but also in sunny afternoons
or late nights coming back from a party
munching on a late snack, I have relied
on the Simpsons, I keep at least 10
episodes handy on my TiVo... for
those required moments...
23 minutes of Homer and family adventures
and one feels restored
[to Homer, with love]

watch more cartoons & laugh!

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

mis amigos los gatos

So my friendship
With the 2 furry gatos is coming along

they have some good and some bad days
but always hectic ones
always doing their strange feline things
trying to make sense of them
I got this 'holistic' book
The Holistic Cat
by Jennifer A. Coscia

Rather interesting facts about the life of cats
their health and behavior all written nicely
along with true stories with photos of cats
that illustrate different cases and heartfelt stories
it is sort of quirky and sometimes i feel
like the Simpson's crazy-cat lady but
I like to read about the little things that happen
Around me, I am a bit (or a lot) of a nerd
trying always to understand
i remember some months ago
I was a true a-fish-cionado!
When my dear Kiyo was swimming along here
and i tried to find out all about Betta fishes

These days, I try to understand these furry creatures
‘cause surely they have some rather mysterious ways
cats are so unpredictable and although resilient
hence the '9 lives' they are very delicate
when it comes to health, food, behaviors,
and, yes to feelings, and to their environment

For example, can you explain how this seemingly
Adorable sleeping creature can become
An ‘arm shredding’ machine?
as the author describes it in figure 1.
(see figure 1)

'Gato' formerly known as 'Coco' aka Herr Katze

He looks so innocent and harmless!
But when he’s mad, he surely displays it

The scratches inflicted were because of a bad-tasting medication
He got the prescribed drops down his throat
And I got my dose of scratches too

also a couple of days ago I found out thru my neighbor
that the blond cat's prior name was 'Coco'
very cute name for such a rebel, but he can be very sweet
at times (mostly while sleeping, not much while awake...)
i call him now just 'Gato' and he comes most of the times
for how bad he's sometimes with me, I am surprised
that 9 out of 10 times I call him, even if afar
he comes around...

And oh well, I am not the only one trying to figure them out
As the graphic of this mapping of Cat Brain explains
They are not easy creatures to understand

figure 1 - Mapping of the Cat brain

and here the black and with kitty
she's much calmer than Gato
but has her collection of feline quirks too
she responds cheery to just 'kitty'
and her other names are 'gatita' and 'Frau Kitty'
since sometimes I practice mein Deutsch with them
then 'Gato' too becomes Herr Katze

black & white kitty also known as kitty and Frau Kitty

Monday, April 06, 2009

April dormant

from this weekend
another April dormant
weekend alley photo

sunny and fine
pleasant atmosphere
doesn’t fit my suspended
frame of mind
strange numbness
stupor of the head
and an almost mechanical force
the past weeks
carry on with me, my soul

a bit of shallow endurance feeling
no ups, guess ‘cause
afraid of the possible downs

Saturday, April 04, 2009

another world

last night
i had a nice dream
i dreamt of another world
as in 2005, this was too
in the city of New York
when all these colors, i saw

at the Guggenheim museum
and now this Antony & the Johnsons song
seems go along
with memories of dreams
where turbid but happy skies unload

I need another place
Will there be peace?
I need another world
This one's nearly gone

Still have too many dreams
Never seen the light
I need another world
A place where I can go

I'm gonna miss the sea
I'm gonna miss the snow
I'm gonna miss the bees
I'll miss the things that grow
I'm gonna miss the trees
I'm gonna miss the sound
I'll miss the animals
I'm gonna miss you all

I need another place
Will there be peace?
I need another world
This one's nearly gone

I'm gonna miss the birds
Singing all this songs
Been kissing this so long

Thursday, April 02, 2009

re-posting: milk & sky

came back to
type type type
again -
the stubborn
clack clack clack
& go & go, of the hands,
their tips, their ends

to write a little poem
they clumsily

but then
they've forgotten
the way

the white milk
trapped in the tall glass
seems to be clearly
mocking them

mmm, milk?
and poems?...

and they remember then
those deeper
and sadder
yet writer-er
when little poems
came easily
yes! ... those days

and instead of a poem
the tips lazily
don't write but

re-post, so then
from June 17 of the
Two Thousand and Seven
this came

milk & sky

Morning &
I’ll walk out the door of my existence
facing a bright blue sky
Spilled like hot milk
On a warm morning stove
minute white clouds hop around

dazzling blue cuts this sorrow
the milk melted, was your eyes