#acordarbem

about flamenco and our voice as authenticityI had guitar lessons as a teenager and it felt impossibleI might start singing tomorrowToday, not so muchI don’t dance or play palmas the way I would prefer toThough I have practiced for 33 yearsI won’t say I have triedI’ll say I have acted on my passion to the best of my abilitiesNow, very Chinesely, I-Chingly, easternly, my limit is the greatest…

Las vegas se parecen tanto con el cielo. Vales férteis, prados abertos. Tu cresciendo… meadows. Toi qui grandis en moi. No lo sé por eso lo toco. En español tocar is play and is touch. I am a koan. I am proof that translating loses nothing and gains all.“Dancing in the famous street I want to love I’ve all the wrong glory” beauty makes me cry. the beauty of your soul makes me dance to the oan no…

this is not science fiction or even reverie (checks if word exists) but a take on exactly that – alien music and dance – according to an ET. they didn’t say much but enough to fascinate me. they dance however the individual feels like moving. and their music would sound too simple for us, mostly percursive, with some wind and some string, and here comes the lovely part, they can hear many…

I’ll stop running to let the world catch upWho knowsWill it run over meor will it stop in time to see my poems queue up across the street into the windowwhere a Chinese painter paints this sceneme standing, the world scattered around me as an orchestra of mindless chickens My poems are not the ones I writeMy poems are the ones I recognize in othersAre the leaves that come down sliding on…

Cuando toco palmas, el mundo caminaPorque el alma es generosaY del cuerpo, la fuerza es gitana Ayer me desperté zenHoy me muevo flamencaMañana, en un árbol, soy liquen Sin razon, sin verbo, sin piésLa alegría de ser tres cosasUnidas por una cola de misterio Antes de acostarmeLe doy un beso a mi duendeEn sueño la pasión es explodida Soy un liquen que bailaUna monja que camina con el sonido del…

mental clarity requires a spacious bodyotherwise it’s super intelligence floating around in an unseen universeI’ve been calling myself a variety of ungiven names, Rita the Cabrita, Ruth the Ruthless, Ryan who lives in a country where everyone misreads his name and is an app driver so people hop in like Good evening, Heean, and he replies as quietly as possible, I prefer RyanI’ve been calling…

I had a yellow dream I can’t rememberThere is debateOn whether remembering just the color of a dream is enough to catalogIt under Dreams that I rememberWith the addendum that as I keep waking I keep dreamingA fact that can only be revealed as I’m dancing to the breeze of a Euphorbia cotinifolia“You are dancing with me”I mistakenly said out loudThey shook their dainty branches as to disagreeAnd…

Mais bonito do que o timbre extraordinário da cantora profissional e do que todas as vozes superafinadas em corosaindo da boca de anjosé a sua simples e direta, tímida e corajosaa suaa suaVontade de cantar.Por isso, cante todos os dias, te peçocom ou sem microfonecom ou sem plateia.Só dependa da sua nova e antiga,louca e sã,perigosa e gostosada suaVontade de cantar. foto do meu irmão jean…