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    dotsJournal: night n pillowsdots
    Mood: Sigh...

    Sleepless, yet I must have my dreams..

    ...Created 2011-09-26 18:10:05

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Paranoid

    I just love the word paranoid.

    ...Created 2010-02-16 17:45:02

    dotsJournal: Autumn leavesdots
    Mood: The Usual

    Another Autumn leaves-day...

    ...Created 2008-10-02 09:01:33

    dotsJournal: Teachingdots
    Mood: Head Aching

    This teaching business is not as easy as it looks!

    ...Created 2007-12-10 18:42:30

    dotsJournal: Summer saladsdots
    Mood: Sigh...

    Ode to Olive Oil

    Near the murmuring
    In the grain fields, of the waves
    Of wind in the oat-stalks
    The olive tree
    With its silver-covered mass
    Severe in its lines
    In its twisted
    Heart in the earth:
    The graceful
    By the hands
    Which made
    The dove
    And the oceanic
    Of nature
    And there
    The dry
    Olive Groves
    The blue sky with cicadas
    And the hard earth
    The prodigy
    The perfect
    Of the olives
    With their constellations, the foliage
    Then later,
    The bowls,
    The miracle,
    The olive oil.
    I love
    The homelands of olive oil
    The olive groves
    Of Chacabuco, in Chile
    In the morning
    Feathers of platinum
    Forests of them
    Against the wrinkled
    Mountain ranges.
    In Anacapri, up above,
    Over the light of the Italian sea
    Is the despair of olive trees
    And on the map of Europe
    A black basketfull of olives
    Dusted off by orange blossoms
    As if by a sea breeze
    Olive oil,
    The internal supreme
    Condition for the cooking pot
    Pedestal for game birds
    Heavenly key to mayonaise
    Smoothe and tasty
    Over the lettuce
    And supernatural in the hell
    Of the king mackerals like archbishops
    Our chorus
    Powerful smoothness
    You sing:
    You are the Spanish
    There are syllables of olive oil
    There are words
    Useful and rich-smelling
    Like your fragrant material
    It's not only wine that sings
    Olive oil sings too
    It lives in us with its ripe light
    And among the good things of the earth
    I set apart
    Olive oil,
    Your ever-flowing peace, your green essence
    Your heaped-up treasure which descends
    In streams from the olive tree

    By Pablo Neruda

    ...Created 2007-08-17 10:09:44

    dotsJournal: The Queendots
    Mood: Thinking...

    Yo te he nombrando reina.
    Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
    Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
    Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.

    Ero tú eres la reina

    Cuando vas por las calles
    nadie te reconoce.
    Nadie ve tú corona de cristal, nadie mira
    la alfombra de oro rojo
    que pisas cuando pasas,
    la alfrombra que no existe.

    Y cuando asomas
    suenan todos los ríos
    en mi cuerpo, sacuden
    el cielo las campanas,
    y un himno llena el mundo

    Sóló tú y yo,
    sóló tú y yo, amor mío,
    lo escuchamos.

    La Reina By Pablo Neruda

    ...Created 2007-05-09 10:42:51

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Too much at once...

    Summer is appoaching, yet the sun is a skeptic messenger, unwilling to reveal it...

    ...Created 2007-05-03 05:43:42

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Relaxing

    I sense time going by, like a breath of fresh air, fading within a still atmosphere.

    ...Created 2007-03-05 15:14:35

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Thinking...

    I want to find me a shore, and when I find me a shore Im gonna find me a bench, and when I find me a bench, nostalgia will find me a dream, with colours and everything, specifically light blue, on which I will head sail for the remote islands of the elite imagination of poetic rememberance, to find some sense in this life, if not real, then beautiful.

    ...Created 2006-10-26 20:56:49

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Thinking...

    I miss the sun, I miss the sea, i miss our long walks along with the breeze,
    I dont like this place, i cannot stand this constant rain
    pavements, clouds and people, all grey
    please come
    and take me away....

    ...Created 2006-10-20 05:05:35

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