Chilili

Ten years ago I wrote for you: She is the rainbow, and the smell of rain She is the color of a sunny day She brings the sunlight to the cloudy souls She is goodness of days in nature She is deepness in this, our universe, She is the essence of perfection She is oneness in the many, she is her own self She marches at her own rhythm She is the origin and the end And I love her so….. 10.12.2005 Nataluchi…….. I love you so much that there are no words in my head to describe how deeply and strongly my love for you is every second of the day. There is only an indescribable sense of happiness percolating through my being just thinking of you. You are such a special human being, up to now, reserved only for those lucky enough to get to know you. May the thin veil that surrounds you explode into billion pieces so that your true essence could radiate to the whole world, bringing that special true love and caring that only a few privileged ones have enjoyed till now. May this be the year when you open the way to all the interpersonal possibilities and your future as a successful professional, and as a Woman, as a partner in a loving, caring and respectful relationship with your soul mate. May you open the vessel for all these desires to occur this coming year. May you visualize it in your mind, and may it become your reality my love……………………………………………………………………………………………….. May God always protect you and give you health, peace and love…. May your days be lined with goodness and kindness towards you, which you deserve for the perpetual goodness and kindness that you are….. May you be happy always, and love reign in your life….. For ever yours Mom and Dad

Feels the same

Everything feels the same, a bit slow, a bit detached, a bit convoluted. One moment you are pushing forwards and feel the wind behind you, pushing you onwards, and sometimes it just feels like your feet are so totally glued onto the floor, and your lead legs are more like old abandoned tree stumps in a clearing. The bittersweet San Pellegrino Aranciata stimulates both positively and negatively, different areas of his mouth not knowing whether he likes it or vice versa. His glasses which riding on the top of his head threaten to fall down as he takes the last sips onto the bottom of the soda can. He manages to balance them back onto that transitory position then finally presses them onto his head and ears. The absurd comedy of the office’s Friday afternoon routines begins to take place amidst screams of the loose leave receptionist as she welcomes in the cleaning lady, or some friends of the staff with loud conversations that overcome the monotonous nonsensical murmur of the professional staff. A week has passed and nothing new has been accomplished, ACD 9.23.16

Rara Rareza

Rara rareza. Como poner el brazo dentro de una bolsa de emociones, y no sabes cual va a salir……!!! Rara rareza, de (last week) saberte cerca, pero bien lejos…..!!! Rara rareza, de (ahora) saberte lejos, pero bien cerca…..!!! Rara rareza de saber que las nubes pasan pero no cubren la luz del sol….!!! Rara rareza de saber cuan raro me senti…!!!! Un beso!! ACD 10.26.17

“Gabuchipu"

How much fun can a man expect from life? From time to time I seem to know the answer, just to know that at every new moment I spend with my “Gabuchipu” it will actually move so much further and further away from being a basic dull moment…. How proud can a man be? From time to time I seem to know the answer, just to know a little later on that I was in fact wrong, and that the pride I just felt about my “Gabuchipu” was only to be surpassed by her next accomplishment, the next thought, the next plan, the next…. How much love can a man feel? From time to time I seem to know the answer, just to know a little later on that I was in fact wrong, and that the love I felt about my “Gabuchipu” has increased exponentially with every moment, every smile from those big beautiful eyes, every moment I think of her, every time.. How much admiration can a man hold? From time to time I seem to know the answer, just to know that every new fact I learn from my “Gabuchipu” makes me admire her more than ever before. How much desire can a man have in his heart? From time to time I seem to know the answer, just to know a little later on that I was in fact wrong, and that there is no limit to how much good I wish for, I hope for, I pray for my “Gabuchipu” every day of my life….. ACD 11.17.17

KATRIU

KATRIU: It could have been a D.J. from Iceland, It could have been a famous Eastern European researcher, some sort of a protein, a patented invention, or just some hidden place between the Danube and the Black Sea, someone’s life story in Holland, or a found ancient manuscript in Britain, but it was NOT. The KATRIU, as we know it is seemingly an earthly SHE, a woman, a wife, a mother a therapist, a friend, a counselor, a person everyone calls in to get their troubles resolved, another train passenger druggies sing Free as a Bird and Zeppelin songs to, an aunt, a daughter, a tea drinker, a chicken tetrazzini hater, a Costco shopper, a shotgun seat driver, and other apparent things…and other not so apparent as a her being “a secret Pop-Rock Singer”…….. But to the rapidly growing population of lucky privileged ones such as me and every other soul touched by this majestic being, She is a totally different and magnanimous entity. She is an ANGEL, a God-Sent ANGEL. She lives and breathes love. She shares it. She is a sharing machine. From 5:30AM until she finishes putting her PJs at night, she is a non-stop giver, a total right –column Kabbalistic soul. KATRIU feeds on the love she gives. She asks for none. She gets it back though, just because that much love given cannot get some retribution. She is a giant little person. She is looks fragile, but she is WONDER –WOMAN, with an IRON-WOMAN custom on top. Contrary to anything else, the more layers you peel off her, the more amazing love you get from her. So many times I wonder what kind of a life would I have had, had I not ever met this woman, and the most I could have aspire to would have been a normal life. But once you have seen, touch and really witness heaven-on-earth in a beautiful, sweet-compassionate-fun-warm-sexy human being, you can do nothing but feel almost sorry for the rest of the world out there and you start thanking every single lucky star above you for being that lucky. Another year is going by, and today, like every day of my life, I feel so lucky, so proud, and so full of gratitude for having the chance of sharing my life with my KATRIU and in her birthday, I can just use the words Thanks, and Love you. My wishes, remain as strong and vibrant as the first day I realized I fell in love with her. So this is just the only although small way I can Wish for her a Happiest Birthday, and proclaim my gratitude and love to her. And as I see the things we did this year such as : ACD 3.17.18

Sometimes these eyes see you

Sometimes these eyes see you (From the object to the subject) Not the brain that thinks It’s your mind that sinks It’s your soul that screams And your heart that dreams It’s the brain that races. It’s your mouth that dries It’s the palms that sweat, Not the eyes that cry It’s your smile that lies Hidden well inside It’s not the soul that dies But your thoughts that fly It’s the thought that cripples, And your veins contain And your thoughts in ripples Makes the blood pulsate It’s your peace that’s frail And your life that longs And your senses fail, when your spirit’s gone. It’s your sweat that wraps And your skin protects While your face gets slapped And your ego hurts, And as your life decodes You try to explain Why your head explodes And you feel the pain ACD 3-22-09

How many times have you found yourself in the middle of a story

How many times have you found yourself in the middle of a story, which sounds rather like a monologue, a story which is so familiar to you, so personal perhaps, but here you are hearing it once again, going through every known passage once more, and expecting, almost you could say, “predicting” what is to come once more?! Yes, indeed, how many times you would want to stop the narrator from continuing the tale, while at the same time you cannot wait for the next word to drop, very much like you wait for the next note of a famous song, or melody that you know and love so much!? How many times you feel the inextricable need to feel once again the experiences narrated in that story that flows through your mind?! How much fuel do we seem to get from it!? But then, one day, at one point, on some occasion, you begin to realize that the only reason this is so familiar to you is because it is in fact you who is telling the story. You understand that there was never another narrator, that this “has been and is your story”. You realize that from time to time you have the primordial need to bring it out of the old storage cabinet in the back of your mind, to expose once again the aspects of this story, now a monologue, that resurfaces to the light of our now, to tell another person, the value of our experience, and perhaps this is where we find our own true value. But the story although is always the same, it always picks up some new nuance or detail to color, or to better fit the current reality of the moment. We stress different aspects, or we sustain, or perhaps exaggerate some aspects of this version of the story, just like a director sometimes enhances the string, or the wind sessions of an orchestra at different points according to what his current need or interpretation dictates. Yes, the story is not always the same we can conclude, because as we add or subtract from it, some of these new elements become permanent elements of the story like new starting players in the team, that go on to be veterans, some get their jerseys retired, and some are lost in the oblivion of that old storage cabinet in the back of the mind with the hope of someday coming back to that story as it is told yet one more time. ACD 03.02.20