That piece of paper

Siéntante adelante de una página en blanco, y busca esas palabras que todo el día estuviste pensando.
Trata de plasmarlas de una manera que cuando él las lea sepa que estabas pensado -me decía. Pero no funcionaba.  La hoja seguía en blanco, y la carta que prometió que iba a escribirle hace un mes no la había ni empezado.

Pinches sentimientos, porqué son tan complicados. La neta una vez que tratas de ponerles orden nadie los entiende. ¿Escribirlos? Tal vez? ¿Describirlos? pffff... ¡mucha suerte!

¿Por qué dije que le iba a escribir una carta? Ah, porque él me escribía y me encantaba su letra. Nada como la anticipación de una carta. Pero, chingado.  Hay unas que fluyen y salen bonitas y otras que no sabes que ni por dónde empezar.

Hombre, si cuando nos vemos hablamos de tantas cosas, tantas cosas simples me hacen reír, tanta idea y tanto plan, y a la hora de una carta la cosa de vuelve seria -pensaba.

La cosa de las cartas a mano no es sólo la anticipación de que tal vez, y muy probablemente Correos Mexicanos la pierda en alguna parta del mundo, sino que es algo que se tomó tiempo y cariño para componer. Tiempo para encontrar palabras. Esas que no ella no encuentra. Tal vez, si me sirvo una copa de vino como dice Erika las palabras lleguen a mi, y como Hemingway escribiré borracha y editaré sobria, total, no sería la primera vez que lo haría.

Recuerdo la primera carta que me llegó a mi nombre a Suiza, estaba sola en la casa. Eran 5 páginas y cuando leí la primer hoja lloré tanto que mi lágrima desvaneció la tinta del último renglón. Hermosa preciada carta. De esas veces que te aferras a un pedazo de papel con todo tu corazón como si tu siguiente paso dependiera de lo que dice ahí adentro.


Así que, ya se por dónde empezar su carta, bye y...
Write people. That  piece of paper is worth it.

Waking up to honey...

Everyone's life needs a dose of honey... 

followed by chaos so you don't lose ground. 

Rêve~

I wish to dream the day away
Lost in thought of yesterday
When tender lips caressed my skin
Drew me down and pulled me in

Those eyes that spoke of raw submission
Mind and body, requisition
Demanding hungers, unquenched thirst
Pounding hearts about to burst

Alas the ringing wakes my mind
I'm back at work and undefined
Within the crowd, just a face
A secret lust I can't erase

I bear the minutes, count the seconds
Through it all your memory beckons
Soon I'll race to be with you
Living what my daydream knew 

Date a Girl how reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

@nonamerah