How many
How many steps did you take today
How many breaths did you breathe
How many faces did you see
Can you remember their smile
Do you remember where you were
Did you live in each moment
How many thoughts did you have in the course of the day
Did it expand your mind
Did you breathe did you smile
How many hours minutes or seconds was your day
How many times did you stop to see what surrounds you
MCV
Monday, February 19, 2018
How Many
How is it going today
How is it going today
I would like the day to stop.
I would like to see 1% of the 5% of things, the things Professor Stoler says I see. I won't attempt to see the other 95%. I want to notice my breath fill my lungs. I would like to feel by feet step each step. I would like to see all of my classmates' faces and remember the color of their eyes. I would like to smile slowly, deliberately at people who pass by. I would like to enter each classroom with my brain open all the way and I would like to leave each room with my brain box filled with new ideas. I would like a couple of "aha" moments.I would like to see my children smile and hear their joy as they tell me the adventures of their day.
MCV
Monday, February 12, 2018
Primavera
sometimes days don't belong to us
sometimes days belong to the wind
sometimes days are toys we master and enjoy
sometimes days slip away while we lay in our bed
sometimes days are beginnings and
sometimes days are ends
sometimes days are winters and
sometimes days are spring.
Rest in peace Tata Enrique
sometimes days are toys we master and enjoy
sometimes days slip away while we lay in our bed
sometimes days are beginnings and
sometimes days are ends
sometimes days are winters and
sometimes days are spring.
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Rest in peace Tata Enrique
Enrique Chiriboga Villaquiran 11.17.10
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Disarray
Disarray
100 balls in the air. Deep uncomfortable breaths. A full moon following me from window to window. It lightens up the backyard- bright enough for me to notice it is dark and I can't see. Breathing deep- a deep nervous unsettling twitching in my body- uncertainty, nervousness. Lost- I want to reach for you, to hold you, to talk to you, to smile with you, to tell you-no to show you that I love you.
But I love you so much that I don't want to disrupt your world with my chaos.
100 balls in the air. Deep uncomfortable breaths. A full moon following me from window to window. It lightens up the backyard- bright enough for me to notice it is dark and I can't see. Breathing deep- a deep nervous unsettling twitching in my body- uncertainty, nervousness. Lost- I want to reach for you, to hold you, to talk to you, to smile with you, to tell you-no to show you that I love you.
But I love you so much that I don't want to disrupt your world with my chaos.
I saw a picture of you smiling with someone else. It hurt me to the infinite ends of my soul . Still I look at the picture often because it is nice to see your eyes.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
The Parade
There was a parade of pedestrians and cars all jumbled in as one. I was in a car with my friend; we were headed towards the middle of the chaos. I could see policemen and policewomen vigilantly dissecting the crowd-stalking, lurking, maliciously seeking weakness as does a wild animal hunting a heard.
I often wonder if the police have to take off their smiles and lay down their hearts when they get to work. If I walked into a police station and stepped into the locker room would I find shelves of tartar covered pearly whites? Would the lockers be dripping in blood from their crumbled up hearts that lay there looking more like dirty socks than empathetic machines of love?
There they were glowing in their yellow jackets with their sparkling badges and subliminally threatening batons. Stalking the crowd with malice in their eyes. Of course, I did not care. I did nothing wrong. Detached by ignorance, innocence and shielded with my defiant carefree laugh- I felt immune. But somehow evil always finds and preys on an easy stray.
I have traveled to this country at least ten times. I own these streets. I know important people, I am an important person. I have always been cradled by the people and the culture. I never paid any mind to the warning of all those that knew that someday I would not be safe.
A knock on the window, a cold mean face says "get out of the car and give me your license." I show them my credentials. "I don't care", he replies "get out of the car."
I often wonder if the police have to take off their smiles and lay down their hearts when they get to work. If I walked into a police station and stepped into the locker room would I find shelves of tartar covered pearly whites? Would the lockers be dripping in blood from their crumbled up hearts that lay there looking more like dirty socks than empathetic machines of love?
There they were glowing in their yellow jackets with their sparkling badges and subliminally threatening batons. Stalking the crowd with malice in their eyes. Of course, I did not care. I did nothing wrong. Detached by ignorance, innocence and shielded with my defiant carefree laugh- I felt immune. But somehow evil always finds and preys on an easy stray.
I have traveled to this country at least ten times. I own these streets. I know important people, I am an important person. I have always been cradled by the people and the culture. I never paid any mind to the warning of all those that knew that someday I would not be safe.
A knock on the window, a cold mean face says "get out of the car and give me your license." I show them my credentials. "I don't care", he replies "get out of the car."
It's going to be alright
I was walking down the street when I saw her. She came towards me with a smile in her eyes and said,
"Do you know?"
Not wanting to be out of the loop and as not to interrupt her joyous exuberance. I nodded yes and said,
"Do you?"
With that, she smiled and said,
"Good, you know. Isn't it good?"
Again so as not to break this ceremonious conversation and not to be exiled from the know. I said,
"Yes."
and proceeded to ask,
"How do you know?"
To which her face became very serious. She pulled me close as she started to speak, not quite in a whisper but definitely in a discretionary tone. She said she heard it from a friend of a friend twice removed. I nodded. I assume not to convincingly and she must have sensed my concern. So she assured me that it "he" was a good source. She had received news from him before, this friend of a friend twice removed. In fact, she would swear on the grave of her mother's neighbors sister who recently died. Again I must have unknowingly shown some disdain or concern because immediately she grabbed me and assured me that this distant friend was only removed because of bad timing, poor location, and an arranged marriage. Her mother's neighbor's sister had been forced to marry a boy she kissed before she was married. This was back when kissing was left for those who had first visited the altar. So, as to calm and clear any suspicions, she was married. Had this not happen she may have well been the actual neighbor of her mother. She assured that her confidence was cemented in the burial cloths of her mother's neighbors sister who recently died and not to worry myself with the degree of separation between her and the solemn oath who if it was not for her being in the wrong place at the wrong time may have very well made them sisters or neighbors. Anyway she said in a very concern and comforting way,
"Don't worry lad it's going to be alright."
I looked at her with calmness in my heart and a certain strength that only comes when you are sure of something. In a world that lately seems to have so many things on its' horizon, I feel good to know that some thing is going to be alright. I'm just not sure what.
These days when everything that is decided and happens in the world is an after thought that I find out about in the evening news. I feel comfort being back in the know. You know, with "they." They the ones who know. The friends of a friend twice removed.
"Do you know?"
Not wanting to be out of the loop and as not to interrupt her joyous exuberance. I nodded yes and said,
"Do you?"
With that, she smiled and said,
"Good, you know. Isn't it good?"
Again so as not to break this ceremonious conversation and not to be exiled from the know. I said,
"Yes."
and proceeded to ask,
"How do you know?"
To which her face became very serious. She pulled me close as she started to speak, not quite in a whisper but definitely in a discretionary tone. She said she heard it from a friend of a friend twice removed. I nodded. I assume not to convincingly and she must have sensed my concern. So she assured me that it "he" was a good source. She had received news from him before, this friend of a friend twice removed. In fact, she would swear on the grave of her mother's neighbors sister who recently died. Again I must have unknowingly shown some disdain or concern because immediately she grabbed me and assured me that this distant friend was only removed because of bad timing, poor location, and an arranged marriage. Her mother's neighbor's sister had been forced to marry a boy she kissed before she was married. This was back when kissing was left for those who had first visited the altar. So, as to calm and clear any suspicions, she was married. Had this not happen she may have well been the actual neighbor of her mother. She assured that her confidence was cemented in the burial cloths of her mother's neighbors sister who recently died and not to worry myself with the degree of separation between her and the solemn oath who if it was not for her being in the wrong place at the wrong time may have very well made them sisters or neighbors. Anyway she said in a very concern and comforting way,
"Don't worry lad it's going to be alright."
I looked at her with calmness in my heart and a certain strength that only comes when you are sure of something. In a world that lately seems to have so many things on its' horizon, I feel good to know that some thing is going to be alright. I'm just not sure what.
These days when everything that is decided and happens in the world is an after thought that I find out about in the evening news. I feel comfort being back in the know. You know, with "they." They the ones who know. The friends of a friend twice removed.
I Need you
I need you to hold me close and
let me lay my head upon your breast while I quench away my thirst
I need to slip silently
slowly
deeply into your sweetness
No questions
No words
No answers
Only the symphony of our bodies exploring endlessly
the infinite possibilities
of lust and desire
An improvised movement of perfectionI need you to look into my eyes
and find everything
you want to know
and then, let it go and fade
Fade far away with me
to where our love
holds the evening stars
and greets the morning sun
I need you to kiss me
and with your lips devour all my sorrow and breathe in all our love
I need our lips to touch
softly
knowingly
hungrily
I need to swallow your love
to pull your hair to tear you apart
to thrust my desires into your wants
I need to take you
where only we two exist
where no shadow shall cross
where time dares not pass
I need to
where no shadow shall cross
where time dares not pass
I need to
hold you strong in my arms
while you moan hopelessly
wrapping your legs endlessly
clawing my back recklessly
fruitlessly forging one of two
I need to feel every breath of you
to taste your essence
and drunkenly drown my cup
with the elixir of your love
I need you to kill me
wrapping your legs endlessly
clawing my back recklessly
fruitlessly forging one of two
I need to feel every breath of you
to taste your essence
and drunkenly drown my cup
with the elixir of your love
I need you to kill me
with your lips
with your touch
with your love
I need you to banish me
with your touch
with your love
I need you to banish me
into the night
into the wind
into these passions
into the wind
into these passions
I can no longer subside
I need you to look at me
as if I were just a folly
A game God gave you
A game God gave you
to pass away the time
Then try to run from me
or hide from me
and surely you will find
and surely you will find
that I am what you hide inside
and of whom you dream at night
I need you to see me
and of whom you dream at night
I need you to see me
for the man I want to be
for the love I want to give
for the fool that lays lonely dreaming of all he needs
A maiden A gypsy A muse
A voice A look A dream
A Madonna A strumpet A love
A passion A moment A night
A timelessness
I need you to hold me mercifully in your palm and pity
for the love I want to give
for the fool that lays lonely dreaming of all he needs
A maiden A gypsy A muse
A voice A look A dream
A Madonna A strumpet A love
A passion A moment A night
A timelessness
I need you to hold me mercifully in your palm and pity
Me who you have enslaved with the enchantment of your touch
Me who wanders aimlessly
in your dreams
Me who waits patiently on your heart
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