*
Me adorar tú
how your timid heart finds ways to dare and taste every fiber of my soul
how the windmills at hide, bud and bloom for us two:
salsa, la estrella, strings before slumber, febrero viento
hacer el boca a boca a alguien
me y tú,
no frontera
.
the sun tastes so alive and soooo near these days. and because im such a drifter, i have been spending volleyball mornings on the shore. been dancing mad to latin (especially Cuban) beats lately as well. oh to complete the quirk, i’ve rewatched the following:
“life is like the surf, so give your self away like the sea”
“What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road”
” I know that it’s scary as hell to let another person touch that part of you. But if you do…it’s worth it”
perhaps, like ember, there is something burning inside me, silent
but flaming. ashes dancing with the cold 2am breeze. and no one sees it but us.
the world in still tilted a bit, we shook and slept like humble giants.
.
oh i love Y Tu, Mama!
thanks for posting. im gonna watch it again 
Did I ever tell you that when I was 17 I was so crazy about Gael Garcia Bernal and all of his films? Lol! I even kept a feed on his fan blog. Haha. Maglaway na lang ko taman Tin. Haha. Look at how I used to drool over him… The Perfect Pair of Shoes
Posted by kimay at February 24, 2010, 4:09 pm
*
she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
*
---
---
and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
*
*
***
maddening spurt:
----------------------
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
Happy Hearts Day in advance, Ate Tin.
Posted by lou at February 8, 2010, 9:58 am