metaphorical mixer serendipity
I found this and could not resist buying it.
Not only because orange is my drug,
but because of the serendipitious symbolism.
I have used the acacia before
exhibit #1 The lonley acacia/the persistent massai
exhibit #2 To be continued..
rereading your own words is like smelling a perfume you used to wear
thoughts come rushing back
streams of consciousness starting back up
it's a powerful sensation.
the acacia is me.
Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.
V for Vendetta
There's a bitter sweetness in receiving calls from old lovers
in realizing that they are understanding for the first time what they have lost.
And there's a relief in the moment you let go of all your complexes
accepting what you thought was perfection, was really destruction.
It is a sort of self-affirmation, although it doesn't come from yourself
and somehow it means more than the affirmation you can provide for yourself.
Is my happiness never really complete unless I can rub it it someone else's face?
Can my success ever be fully satisfactory unless it impresses someone who hurt me?
Why do we kid ourselves, calling us independent..
when we aren't even responsible for how we feel about our own accomplishments?
There are always those who say that life's no competition
funny that it's always the ones who aren't winning.
You play you win, you play you lose.
You play.
And hope that your victory will be seen
by the one who caused your failures.
I want to use myself as fiction and fact
That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.
Some days nothing can satisfy me.
Not achievements, accomplishment, anticipation or anti-oxidants.
But sometimes,a cup of coffee and a Männer waffel with your friend is perfection.
And the memory of will brighten my days for years to come.
bibliophile
Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction,
a fascination, an absurdity, a fate.
It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it.
Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet,
bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.
Habanera tragicómica
When you are listening to someone talking about the Champion of Human Rights
and the Island of solidarity and he is referring to Cuba...
you know something is wrong.
When the same person accuses the opposition (the entire western world and then some)
of being brainwashed, the American ex president of being a drunkard
and sees nothing wrong with Cuban media...
- is laughing or crying the right response?
If you want to portrait yourself as good, generous and healthy,
the best way of arguing is not calling your opponent names
and blaming someone else for all your problems.
If Cuba really wants to be accepted by the international community
maybe it's better to focus on its own economic issues and clean its own dirt
before attacking the ones now holding their destiny in their hands.
But what do I know...
