Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Hola Ciudad del río del mono, estoy viniendo!

Here we go again, back on the ground; realizing and materializing the essence of being lost and down. What do I want to do now? Run away from here? But for running away, I will need navigations, directions, or at least a destination. Where would be a perfect destination? Darwin? Tangier, Minsk? or may be Monkey River Town in Belize for the sake of hilarity of the name?

I need to get away at least for few days.

Monday, January 19, 2009

For my joy which died unexpectedly


W. H. Auden


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.