And how many languages would you need after all

...if you haven't said everything that you wanted to say
for fear of being misunderstood?

With

I passed by the same places we drove past together,
The same song rising and welling up inside me,
The same tune that greeted me on the doorstep
of a lonely hart island hotel,
The same words that lifted me up
above the alpine air,
Now overwritten by memories gone sour -

an echo of something
that used to be divine:
a song that is ruined
for no reason or rhyme.

I like purple nailpolish on my toes

No Ser

No soy poeta.
Soy solo una viajera paseando
por sus pensamientos
en los barcos de estas paginas.



* for the "linguistically challenged" :)

Not To Be
"I am not a poet.
I'm only a traveller
passing by her thoughts
in boats made of these pages"

Moonflowers

Se Souvenir des Belles Choses

Feliz Año a Ti

Espero el fin de un año
como un cesto de doce uvas amargos
que no puedo tragar.

Quizas el proxímo
va a darme un poco del zumo
con todo su sabor.