La la la (etc.)

i haven't posted any tea-tags advices in a while
maybe because i haven't been drinking bagged tea
and the few i drink, don't have a tag

but today on this Detox tea
there is one, and yes, i usually follow my heart myself
that's why i come across as emotional,
a bit hysteric, and a lot sensitive, or so i feel like
do you follow your heart? your stomach? or your head?



a little song by Low to go with the tea, and the post



As a child I hid between the pages
Cutting secret phrases overhead
But things we turn our back on when we're older
Only drag us back into our bed

Something's turning over
You'd better get out while you can
Something's turning over

Angels setting fire to the ocean
Pirates making liars out of men
No, I don't think we'll ever see their faces
I don't think we'll ever see the end

Something's turning over
You'd better get out while you can
Something's turning over

Get out while you're young

Every now and then I feel them breathing
Moving through the rooms so quietly
And just because you never hear their voices
Don't mean they won't kill you in your sleep

La la la, [etc]

infection

i am not happy
i have a kidneys infection
apart from the back pain and other maladies
i have a bad case of the blues

blues blues blues

ah [sigh]

after a long day

i've so busy!!
conference at work all of last week
took over 800 photos of it
made galleries, website
etc. etc. etc.

and tonight
so tired
and these two
look like they've been having a long day
too


Herr Gato, too much mouse playing


Frau Kitty, ready for bed

overcast Sunday at Ocean Beach

another kind of silence

there's a certain sadness to finishing a book
a little hole in the heart left
after many afternoons shared
like when an old friend moves away
or when a summer romance ends

i finished Let It Come Down
a couple of days ago
i've been flirting with other new books
fresh projects, of alligators and mysteries
and challenges of over 1,000 pages

but now & then, i wish i hadn't finished
my old book, it was comforting to know
i would read a little of it every day
i knew the characters
but i never knew how the plot
would end...
it's a great book but also it's not the best book
i've read, i just know i miss it

and then i realized
that almost every time i finish a book
i feel the same little sweet pain
the little déjà vu
a subtle melancholy's there

yes, like another short love story
that has come to an end

another kind of silence
Paul Bowles would've said



now to start another romance
to engage page by page

me and death

i try to forget about her
but she keeps on appearing, everywhere

there's a small young possum dead
trapped under my back door
half body in, half body out
but completely dead

and my neighbor's cat...
and this mysterious pain in my breast

when i breath
when i care
when, for the cats, i search

i keep on being reminded
of how fragile life is
and of the constant menace
she is, always

'cause where there's life
and there's hope
she likes to lurk
to ensnare!

i wish i could
about her, forget
but as soon as i misrecollect her
she comes forth again!

she's a constant threat

please please
oh death!
do go away
i'd like to breath
i'd like to forget

the city and the sea

on a coldish Sunday of June
i took my friend to the Coronado island
this is the view of San Diego from Coronado



and a smooth electronic song, Deep Blue Sea
written by my best friend (d.j.ix aka perro)
under his musical-pen name Looprication


to go with the imagery

[click on the panorama to see full size]

before and after, the sprawl

back in 2005 i moved my now-a-days home
it had a little palm up front...
one day, it looked dry, so i watered it
then the next day i watered again...

another day, she looked a little sad
so i put a little plant food
and watered it again

i kept on watering her, at least every other day
&
now the little palm is bigger than the house!



only 5 years have passed
but when i see her magnificent leaves
and seat and read under her shade
i cannot stop from smiling and being thankful
to her, she has grown so tall and big
we take care of each other
that is our plant-human deal



i dedicate to her one of my favorite
Arcade Fire songs, The Sprawl II
the palm does know about sprawling, huh?



They heard me singing and they told me to stop,
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock,
These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose,
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface.
Cause on the surface the city lights shine,
They're calling at me, "come and find your kind."

Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,
That we can never get away from the sprawl,
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,
And there's no end in sight,
I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

We rode our bikes to the nearest park,
Sat under the swings, we kissed in the dark,
We shield our eyes from the police lights,
We run away, but we don't know why,
And like a mirror these city lights shine,
They're screaming at us, "we don't need your kind."

Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,
That we can never get away from the sprawl,
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,
And there's no end in sight,
I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

They heard me singing and they told me to stop,
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.

Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl,
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,
And there's no end in sight,
I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

old dark photo

last night my neighbor's cat Penny
got sting by a bee
she got into Anaphylactic shock
and almost died

she's still fighting for her
little meowing life

so today is a dark day

but, even if veterinary bills are
over expensive, we hope that she
can see the little at the end of a
very dark tunnel

which reminded me of this very old photo
i took through my dirty window



please say a prayer for little Penny

fluffy cloud and song

all morning mild rain fell from the sky,
– today
the snails came out to play,
they walked the sidewalks,
bathed again

a little song started to play:
Some songs feel like butter
Some songs sound like cake





later, the sun came out,
scared the snails
and the rain away

but a big fluffy cloud blew
on its yellow face!

and the sun sadly said:
Cry me a river
So I can float over to you
The bearer to deliver the news
I'm over the moon
And underfoot
All these elixirs would be moot



now it is the night
the snails are gone
the sun, and the cloud, también
the little song has finished, oh!

now, is all, again, the same

'Cause if we knew where we belong.
There'd be no doubt where we're from.
But as it stands, we don't have a clue.
Especially me and probably you.