Tuesday, July 19, 2011

M is for magic, M is for music

The magic of those chords making your feelings ache in the most deep of the soul...
Every chord, every single feeling, every moment, every sound, every silence; flowing, flowing, ache, a happy ache, ecstasy.

Monday, July 18, 2011

who knows if the moon's... (VII) e.e. cummings

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

                 Spring)and everyone's
in love and the flowers pick themselves

La distancia entre tu cuerpo y el mío

Me encantaría que la distancia entre tú y yo fuese el calor que hay entre tu piel y la mía cuando estamos juntos; que la distancia entre tu cuerpo y el mío suprimiera las palabras hostiles.