New Love Stories

It is officially a new year (ya sé que soy un poco tarde en decir esto pero whatever) and it is time for New Years resolutions and the like. It is not really a new beginning, I know, but a la vez we can pretend that each new year brings us a clean slate...at least I like to think that way. It can give us hope and change our perspectives. So here is to a new year! Que sea mejor.


New Year
New Love
New Adventure
New Songs to Sing
New Letters to Write
New Self
reNEW.

Odio es amor truncado

Today, it seems, is a day for the past to rear it’s ugly head. You saw two such reminders, all within thirty minutes. Rather than dwell on the negativity they could bring up why not reflect on how you have changed and become a better person from those people and the experiences they created.

What is love without hate?

Is it anything at all?

Does love lose its importance without its opposite?

First there was the Indian girl. You ran into her on the streetcar ride to campus, she was leaving work. Apparently she had returned from Arizona. Despite all the time between she remembered where you used to live with the puta. It was, of course, right across the street. Silly you asked if she was still friends with the puta, to which you were surprised to hear yes and even that the Indian girl had spent Thanksgiving with her. Terrible feelings surfaced and you felt that familiar pesadez tapping on your soul. Fuck those bitches. Despite the years, the thought of her makes your blood run cold.

The second run-in was short, but still bitter on your part. It was that stupid boy, who said stupid things and still gives you stupid looks. It’s just stupid.  Don’t say what you don’t mean, after all. He’s still cute, even cuter maybe. Passing by him in the rain, him with his darting eyes and passive-aggressive silence reminded you of his boyfriend, the other man, yet another bitch. 


As it has been said: 
within the fool’s eyes lies love,
Love lies and al final, love truncated is just hate.  

חג שמח

"A menorah is, uh, like the nightlight of our people. In times of 
darkness it shines on the whole world reminding us not to be afraid to 
be different, but to be proud who we are. "
--Schlomo, Rugrats Chanukkah Special


Felis Janúca a todos!

The Georgia Rain

Ay ay ay, sometimes I wonder why I left this beautiful country and moved to the disgustingly damp Northwest. Then I met my sister's boyfriend last night and remembered. People here are charming, charmingly deceitful, until you get a few Coronas in them and happen to mention "global warming." Then it's all fucked. Fortunately my lesbian cousin is here so we can commiserate on pretending to be corn-fed heterosexuals. Also, there is no such thing as kosher in the South. More on that later.


Also, I would love to do Chris Messina.

Lo que quiero

"Question:


Can a smile
lead to a hello


And a hello
lead to a first date and


a first date to a can't wait
to do it again?"


--Raheem Devaughn

Putas tristes

Hoy te vi inesperadamente  pasando por la calle. No me veías porque estaba colgado en el tren. Estuviste vestido de azul, mi color favorito. Era en aquel momento que me caí en la cuenta que no te echaba de menos y que soy mejor sin ti. Habrá sido dos años en febrero que separamos.

Hace mucho tiempo en que volvía a pensar en ti. A veces sopesaba si pensabas en mi, pero creía que no.  Así me dejaste solo, sin palabras suficientes ni la voluntad de llorar. No sé exactamente que quedaba en mi corazón después de ti pero que va…Ya no me importa.

A la vez es interesante verte así, caminando solo. ¿Qué haces ahora? ¿Qué piensas? ¿Estás solo o no? Ahora que no te espero algo mal como antes, espero que estés feliz por lo menos. Yo he logrado todo lo que quiero después de ti y por cierto que no hagas nada a mi corazón. No amor, ni vergüenza, ni odia. Es interesante, sí.

Te daba mucho de mi. Me fascinaba tu rostro, tus mejillas, tu sonrisa…Escribí un poema para ti pero nunca te entregué. Que dijeras si lo leíste? No acabaríamos entonces? Pero sé bien que no te amé. 

un deseo

Patent leather shoes

Bubble tea mornings

Smiling for no reason

In my head: diálogos em português

And...

Wishing you sunny days.