summer little poem

nobody believed me
and the grill was outside
reality’s clear transparent but why not sidetrack
the coals are flushing brave
the friends the behinds
never the charcoals could understand
this late summer pain

an unknown face

same skylight
same sleepy cat
that is not mine

a soul to excavate
if not ‘cause of the similarity i know i were assembling
would not differentiate between comparison and déjà vu
these strange days

head ache now gone
was i really much happier those green belly days?
waiting for a well-known face
back then?
or the expectations to wait will bring happiness again?

so strangely superfluous your velocities and mine
wish had even slower time
like in mailed letters
like in mailed loves
the ones that haven’t happened yet

not all slow that is left is my own
slowness
dying slow, feeling into the soul
living waiting
living without hesitation
without love
without knowing your face

analyzing every second
while it is gone

and you an unknown face
unknown yet soul
so far across continents unheard of
the same window
the same cat, still not mine

and every second you more afar
seem to be as goes another night
another day

migraines

i found out the cause of the nausea on tuesday
i had a migraine coming on

migraines
are one of the worst things that my body has ever been through
this one was a really hard one
i get migraines about every 3 months
but this one was probably one of the hardest ones i ever felt

i left the office in the middle of a puking festival on tuesday
and ended at the emergency room
thanks to perro-friend and my lovely non-speaking english aunt that were with me

not a good tuesday after all but medication did it for me this time

the doctor gave me two shots that made a whole difference though
a toradol double injection
followed by a 'being very high' sensation but with some relief
and another single shot of reglan to stop the nausea
this might be gross but hey! it is my gross blog
so i can write any gross stuff eh?
before the shots, i vomited about 20 times
10 at the not-very-clean-office bathroom
and at least another 10 at home

and well the photo below shows
how your heads feels while having one of these lovely
headaches called migraines
i wonder what people in the past used to do
when this kind of pain was going on and medication wasn't invented yet
mmm? guess that's why the mortality rate was so high

i really thought, the way i felt tuesday that that was it
but no! here i am again & still
oh well!

8

8/8/2006

8 / 8 / (2 + 0 + 0 + 6) = 8

8 / 8 / 8

888

y México SIN presidente

al menos no oficialmente

and in the meantime, the toll roads are for free
because the campaigners took over the booths

Demonstrations have half paralyzed Mexico City

aquí links en Inglés de BBC Londres
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/5257004.stm

y en Español
http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2006/08/08/003n1pol.php

nausea

physically exhausted today
nauseous
strong headache

not sure if it’s the belly
or the crazy head

however i have to work
many pending projects

i wish i could go home and rest
this blog my little break/escape

since thinking of work
(at work)
makes me even more nauseous

dunno
one of those days
that the feeling in the body

and the head
makes you want to…

all throw up &…
away

sick and in a little bit (much?) of pain
specially the head

not well not well…

hard

it is
in this freaking competitive world
to remember who you really are
hard to stop the competition
for looks, for fashion, for power, for money
even for love!
for all... competition and always the horrible cantata: the winner takes it all

every wants the best piece of everything
everybody willing to take but not to give back, specially with time
mmm? want want want they want
and
i just want some peace of mind
i don't need much money at all
and money and possessions mostly bring sorrows and suck up your time
i don't need a position or name or anything i feel, but to be alive and the "possibility of"
i feel i just a few friends around and some love but no rush

that is all, it is hard to remember that there is always more time than life...

but... how can you make people understand you are not greedy?
in a full of greed world?

mmm? maybe i should
read blindness again
saramago's lesson on the futility of it all

maybe everybody should read it
saramago's a genius of life and of detachment
after all he did win a nobel prize, huh?
another acquisition that doesn't, well, go


“In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.”
-José Saramago quote

mi tía margarita

mi aunt margarita arrived to day from México!!!
to visit me for a couple of days
it seems that this is my summer of mexican relatives/visitors
nice!

she brought in her suitcases just FOOD, delicious typical mexican 'comida'
yes! barely some clothes, since she's planning to shop here

so here suitcase was sort of a mistery for the customs people
"So you said you brought tamales?", they asked her...
and "Cheese for your niece?" (that would me)


"and Calabaza?, since we dont' know how to tax that go ahead..."
the officer said, not wishing he could keep some of the food he smell

so straight from autlán, méxico
a shipment that is gold for me!

tortillas raspadas para tostadas, tamales, dulce de calabaza y quesos panela

bancos rojos y museo

estas dos fotos:
los colores
no sé...


algun día, tal vez

the bowmen

it is a beautiful friday in san diego, california
it is finally not very hot, but sunny
it was cloudy and very muggy the past couple of days

but today is a fine friday in southern california
very fit for a a ghostly story
one of my favorite ghost writers mister arthur machen

here the link to the ebook of the bowmen men
a great little (short) ghost story