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New Friends, Good Laughs, Good Memories.
awesome dinner tonight with my friends Úlfar and Anna Kristín. met a new two new friends as well, their dog Lola and Anna’s father Bjarni. we had a great chat with a wonderful view of the mountains as well as good laughs telling jokes over dinner and coffee. today, as always, was greatly appreciated. the quiet walks, the wonderful landscape, the friendly people.
i only wish a certain someone was here to share this with me, but it was nonetheless special.
now to try and get a ride up the mountain for some adrenaline.
Imperfect
it slowly wraps itself around my soul
Like That
i do not love you like that
Like This
like water rushing.
like fire.
like water.
like this.
This Now
this now whose being stretches out
ERES
“…como la tierra eres necesaria.” Pablo Neruda
eres como la ráfaga de sentir que vuela entre los naranjos,
como el horizonte de una tierra siempre lejana,
como la luna enrojecida de dolor,
eres como las nubes corriendo entre montañas,
como el vientre de mi madre;
eres como el suave sentir de un café en una tarde de otoño,
eres como la superficie de un espejo,
eres como el calor oscuro de mi pecho,
eres como el recuerdo de un beso,
eres como una nieve dulce en un verano ardiente;
como el pecho de una madona,
como un voto religioso,
como una monja en una cantina,
eres como la última nota de una ópera;
como la capilla en la montaña,
eres como el silencio,
eres como la imaginación de un niño,
como un adiós de amantes,
eres como la manzanilla;
eres como el interminable tumbo de las olas.
como el menguar y crecer de la luna,
eres como el saborear el mar a medianoche,
eres como el morder una botella;
como la lluvia en mi boca,
como el incienso,
como la niebla en la bahía,
eres como la luna reflejada en la mar;
como el cantar,
como el llorar,
como el sueño de un niño,
como el morir a solas,
como el comer la tierra, como seducir el sol,
como dormir a solas;
y a pesar de todo, solo eres,
y porque eres,
sigo siendo.
I give you this Day
I give you this day.
A spherical infinite view
Of colored rose petals on the water.
The slow scintillating sun on
Shimmering silver wings of
Desperate fallen angels.
The beat of my heart.
I give you this day,
And the finite number of infinite
Moments that engulf its being.
The resonant tremble of my
Memories of you. The seeing
Of my arrested emotions.
A day with only five seconds
To remember, and an eternity
To live through.
A day of soft sipping
Helados de nieve among the
Slumbering plaza benches
Covered in bougainvilleas.
A day as infinite as a child’s imagination.
The color of the air scented
With the morning breezes of life;
The smell of the morning fog
As it rumbles down the street;
Morning bread, clip-clop of
The horses, unending flapping
Of wings, songs of yellow-blue
Canaries on the backs of darkened
Earth-bound clouds, fresh carnations
And frozen dew drops on your eyes.
I give you the ever-ending moments
Which linger far beyond their life
And die giving all to this day;
This cover of sunshine, closed eyes
Among the crowds, serenity among
The hustle of bodies in the rain,
I give you the routinely elegant
Escape of the day, the predictable
Hope of thirst for everlasting
Raindrops on your tongue.
I give you this day covered
In the sumptuous assertion
Of life itself, the blink of eyes
Which transforms our worlds
In unspoken instances without
Order, the smiles that wash
Our beings into the rivers
Of our unpredictable
Destinies, caramel.
I give you this day
And the sweetness of itself,
The bitterness of itself,
The joy of itself,
The self of itself,
The drunken mumble of
Itself in laughter.
I give you a day
Of chamomile sips.
This one day of days.
This one luminous
Receptacle of a year’s
Worth of life, this one day;
I give you this life.
Good night sun,
Good morning moon.
I give you this day.
Azul – Blue
Azul – azul cielo, cielo, cielo y mar.
Canto, canto del suelo, suelo y cielo,
Cielo y mar, entre el mar y el cielo,
Suelo del mar, mar del cielo, azul.
Escucha el cielo, suelo de voz,
Voz del mar, entre el azul del suelo
Y el ardor del mar, suelo entre sueños.
Luna entre el mar y el cielo, sol.
Escucha el canto de la luna en el cielo,
Del sol dormido en el mar, del suelo
Resonando entre la tierra, canto, voz.
Azul cielo, azul mar, suelo ardiente.
Azul.
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Blue – sky blue, sky and sea
Song, song of the ground, ground and sky,
Sky and sea, between the sea and sky,
Ground of the sea, sea of the sky, blue.
Listen to the sky, ground of voice,
Voice of the sea, between the blue ground
And the burning of sea, ground among dreams
Moon between the sea and sky, sun.
Listen to the song of the moon in the sky,
Sun sleeping in the sea, of the ground
Resonating in the earth, song, voice.
Sky blue, sea blue, burning ground.
Blue
Good Company, Good Coffee and Good Food, should never be far in your life.
well, it was bound to happen, yes, i fell on the ice. i made the mistake of leaving the house without my yaktrax. after all, how bad can it be right. i am happy to say my camera, however, remains intact 😉 so i just stretched a bit before going to visit my friend Anna Kristín and Úlfar at Cafe Klara (Book Cafe). they only open on the weekends for the moment, but it is well worth the wait. had an awesome coffee, and delicious bread with meat and butter. the best part of course, was the company. we joked, shared stories, laughed and generally just got to know each other, which is of course the reason for the food and coffee after all, they are just social catalysts – this explains why i am so chubby; i keep seeking social interaction 🙂
in the middle of the afternoon, we had a meeting at Listhús with all the other artists that are here for the month of march (there were six of total at the meeting although there are two more people coming in the next few days). we all had to do a short presentation on our work…i am humbled, and gladly so. there is so much talent here, that i only hope to be able to learn from these people as much as i can.
the list of artists is as follows:
— Carissa Baktay (Canada/ Portugal) | Ceramic artist
http://www.carissabaktay.com/
–Jessica Fertonani Cooke (Brazil /Italy) | visual artist
http://jessicafertonanicooke.com/#0
–Paula Faraco (Brazil/Germany) | photographer
https://www.behance.net/paulafaraco
–Rayn Wood (Canada) | photographer
http://frontierfoto.ca/
–Thomas Abercromby (Scotland) | textile artist
http://hausofabercromby.com/
and two more that are to arrive soon:
— Heliodoro Santos Sánchez + Héctor Miguel Guerrero
(Colima, México) | media artist
after the meeting i went back to Cafe Klara as they were waiting for me before formally closing – they only open from 1pm to 5pm but they waited for me until 6 – gotta love this place.
afterwards Alice Liu gave me some Chinese medicine to rub in my back for the pain. i do hope it works as i definitely did not bring enough pain meds for this.
the other artists now know about Cafe Klara opening on the weekend so i hope to share more with them tomorrow over coffee, and good food.