I am trying something new these days,

it is actually quite simple:

evey time, I take one step further,

one step ahead of what was my usual vantage point

And I've noticed,

no matter where you stand today, there is always room for movement

These days, I am trying out life from the front row 

Even though is just a little bit each time,

a bunch of little bits have formed a big stack,

and a bunch of stacks,

well, you get the point...

I didn't know these things actually happened,

but on my way to the funeral I dreamt of you,

I found you in your kitchen,

not the version of you I last saw a few weeks ago,

a version from before all of this started over a year ago,

even more, the best version of you,

when you were lucid and in charge,

when you were full of strong opinions,

when I was a kid and you could make my day,

with a pair of bananas and your special concoction

I feel thankful and hold on to my fresh memories, 

as I walk into the scene...

Surprised to have crossed their path,

I follow their steps,

they walk in line, they roam the aisles

and paint the walls in orange shades

deep in thought, deep in prayer

they all look down

One by one, they gather in the quad

and surprised to be surprised, I hear them laugh.

I meet their gaze and see them smile

as robes are just clothes 

and these monks are just boys

As I watch through the comfort of the screen, I do the math, and realize that for the past few years I’ve avoided the effects of all major storms. The snow, rain, wind, and tears that come with blizzards, hurricanes, cyclones, and heartbreaks.

To stay warm and dry, I’ve moved around, never too close, never for too long.

Today, I saw my reflection on the screen and a pale color on my skin…is it maybe that sunshine, real sunshine only comes after you’ve felt the storm?

I start my day with a small plate of scrambled happiness, seasoned by night dreams and daydreams and by the expectation of the day and the night to come.

Bite by bite, it fills my body, bite by bite it fuels my soul, bite by bite... today,  I savor happiness.

A pinch of salt and a dash of pepper to spice it up, a tad of butter and a furtive smile to make the day shine.

so I ride

I’ll be back soon,

I am out chasing the sun,

I am out chasing the sunset, and the light, and the colors.

Despite the last few days of gloomy weather in my heart, today I know I’ll get there, today I’ve got wheels

So I ride, I ride through the streets, the parks, the people and through time

I ride uphill, until I’ve gone far enough east, until I get enough perspective and I stop. Only then, do I realize that I am, or have been, too far from home

So I ride again, and I speed up as I follow the sun…until the sun is pointing directly at me, and it is fantastic

So I’ll continue to ride, through the streets, through the parks, through people and through time, and make sure to stay close to those, able to point me in the direction of the sun

On one side of this battlefront are all of those romantics, that still enjoy the experience of getting a hand-written letter in the mail, that like to see words travel physical space and time and like to touch and smell messages. Next to them, are thousands of postal service employees that know their livelihood is at risk, that protest and march with little hope while they continue to show up and work for an honorable and bankrupted institution. If I had to pick a side, this would be it and I believe taking sides is important in certain aspects of life.

On the other side, most probably not even realizing they are part of a deadly battle are the gmail, hotmails and yahoos of the world, along with the comfort of getting immediate responses and the low cost of this form of communication as our monthly Time Warner bill is amortized.

 

Last night the battle got violent. On my morning walk, I discovered a massacre on the street. Love letters, family announcements, invitations, bills, and who knows what else had been chopped to death. This time, the battle might have cost the war, and it didn't even make it to the morning news.

open investigation

I couldn’t pretend anymore like nothing was happening, months have passed by now since the last time we were together. My mind has gone through the happy and sad moments, through the laughs and long sighs, but I can’t seem to get the feeling back. I’ve walked the old streets, sang along the words, made a toast to us with that sweet and bubbly wine. After all failed I had to face it, my words had gone missing…

As I now live in America, and that is what people here do, I filed a report. The CSI team and a couple reporters were here last night. They found fingerprints in my room and in my heart, a tiny piece of glass that was left behind and a surprisingly large amount of sunshine… I remain hopeful