now he's been cuddling on my Paul Bowles' Let It Come Down copy
that is a very entertaining reading
rather dark with long existential passages
written under the influence of kief
i am afraid Herr Gato's getting
a little high himself with all these Moroccan
adventures & dark characters that Bowles creates...
i mean those big dark dilated pupils are not a natural thing
i say...
i've been away from the blog for too long days are busy, tiring Herr Gato got into a fight lots of vets visits, compresses no yoga, stress at work but the saddest, the Japanese news and now Libya and so on so little humans, we struggle, we do but from the pain comes art, and inspiration and survival, and love this little song about death, about love to the victims of Japan and all earthquakes i dedicate with love
Swim with me my mama when I die In the ocean of death I will cry If I am not with my family You could be my friend eternally
Swim with me my Sister when I die In the great white ocean we must try Try to find a way that we can see See each others faces in the sea
Swim with me my Brother when I die I don't ever want to say good-bye If you do go first or if it's me Oh my darling brother, swim with me
Swim to me my Father when I die Please remember Father, we must try Try not to forget our family Oh my darling Father, rescue me
