Tuesday, January 16, 2007

california freeways: back & forth

Today was one of those days…
where even the good goes wrong

And at the end of it
I realized that:
I have driven these California freeways
Back & forth

I have changed countries
With expectation, with hope

Yet, I haven’t find that place in the world
That I can call my own

Nor in my mind
Nor in my soul
There is no peace

There is not a state of mind
I can call home

I feel like a small boat
Drifting along life

And today
In spite of my family
In spite of my friends
I felt alone
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My father told me to hope, and to dream, and to trust
My mother told me to be practical, and specific, and strict

I still follow my father’s heart, which is my nature
I am soft and easy to hurt and incredibly romantic for my own good
I usually take the bread of my mouth to give it to anyone
That smiles at me
I usually sacrifice myself, even more when there is no reason for
I always give away too fast all I have, and I usually end up with empty hands
I haven't learn my lesson, and I don't want to, anyway

I rather be giving and be fooled again
than hold on and being cold and not have given away

I have no secrets, I have no properties nor attachments that go
deeper than these empty words
my transparency gives me a real freedom
one that people don't seem to understand
a freedom I can't myself give an explanation for

As today, my father and I
We are both alone and holding a broken heart
Maybe my mother is right? And my friends?
I should be more practical, less of a dreamer,
Less dramatic, and less ridicule…

But then that person won’t be mine at all

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I did the only thing I thought that was right at the end
Of this solitary day
I went to the gym and walked…
I stayed later to see the little kids on a swimming class
I thought that would distract my mind
And then
As the Rolling Stones said:
You might not always get what you want,
But you might find just what you need…

This older man about 50 with deep beautiful blue eyes came and sat next to me
He said:
Do you know that you have the prettiest face around here?
But also the saddest expression on it?

That made me smile, a sad half smile
But a smile

We talked for almost an hour
His 6 year old daughter was at the swimming class
He was surprised I was seated there since any of the kids were mine
I told him I just needed a place to rest my mind
And that if I went home I would have many distractions
We kept on chatting and I was surprised of with so much care and love he talked about his wife and his little daughter. One day, I still dream, a man will talk proudly about me, one day, I hope somebody will call me a dear companion for life, and he'll talk proudly of me, as his girl, one day, somebody, i will call somebody's arms, my home

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But for today, I am drifting
In a California freeway
Alone
Back & forth
Back & forth

nights are always cold

The clever man cares for practical, for tangible
The poet screams again every-day: I don’t know… I don’t know…
and dies on day, usually, alone... I don't mind solitude
what I am afraid of is of a 'half-company', rather all alone

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi, Bere, how are you doing? I hope you are doing fine. It sounds like you are more like your dad, huh, though I think your mother is also romantic artistic dreamer sometimes. I think each one of us has own character and I think the way you are is just the way you feel comfortable, and the way you are is the way you decided to go intentionally and unintentionally. There is no perfect way of living. The way I decided to live also has good and bad but I like the way you live and I respect the way you live.

Clare said...

I so much relate to what you write here.. and your words are touching and true, filled with beauty and depth. It is hard being so transparent, wanting to really love other people, go deep with other people. It's often not top on the agenda for everybody, and that can hurt.

Ah, that man seeing your pretty face and your sadness, how moving. I hope you find some things this weekend to make you smile. xxx

alberto centurion basso said...

Well, now I've been touched. And every time you write about and from your inner self I can always understand perfectly what you mean with your beautiful prose, but this time let me tell you that my eyebrows are still raised from reading this one. I don't know what to tell you about it, it's really deep and meaningful, very true and full of wisdom and with glimpses of sunshine through the thick cloudiness. I'm not sure what can I comment, but just wanted to send you a huge warm hug through these lines.

And, I know it's not the same, but whenever I get to mention you in a conversation with friends or folks or so, I've always done it full of pride and joy. Nunca lo olvides.