WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE DRINKS GREEN TEA

A word.
mmm...
A
word...
A phrase.
Mmm
A
phrase.
I know!

A word= love
A phrase= I love you

Mmm, too cliché. Overused.
Ok, let's see word by word.

I= object pronoun, first person singular. It is curious to note that in English this word is always written in capital letter, regardless of its location. This tells us a lot about language and thus culture, I mean how the people that speak and developped it see life. "I" is the individual, it is so important that even in English graphology, a person who writes it in small case is considered to have a low self-esteem. But it is important to see the lesson here -- "I" is written in capital letters because it is always the protagonist of the story, therefore each and one of us should feel we only have one life to live and therefore live it as if we were writing the best story we could. From a stylistic point of view "I" lets the writer hide his/her name thus making its identity be easily substitutable by the reader and therefore allowing for the written experience to be shared easily.

love = transitory verb. This means it has to have a grammatical object, its repercusions have to fall on someone (or something, although this is a bit sick). Love has to be shared, it cannot be just happening out there. Love can start with oneself. If I don't love myself, how can I love anybody else? If one ought to love something, well, life is a good object. People who hate life are bound to hate everything and everybody else. So loving a "you" is the next option to be discussed.

you= object personal pronoun second person singular. Ok, I'm cheating here because "you" is also a plural and also a subject personal pronoun singular and plural. Whatever, for the effects of this... mmm green tea effects, "you" is the substitute of any object of love. Therefore "you" can also be easily replaced by the object of affection of the reader who first identified with "I". Now, this couldn't be possible if I wrote "I love him". Anybody with different preferences than mine would change the pronoun or would relate to the experience.

Anyway, this is just mere rambling and exercising the result of drinking, not exactly green tea, but matte herb from Argentina during one of my classes with Carlos who is always experimenting his tea mixes with me.

MISSING MY MOBILE

I lost my mobile.
It had been mine for several years,
not a fad but a part of me,
full of stories in its short memory
compared to a laptop's.
Four lovers texted me,
only kept the texts of the last one.
Phone numbers of countless friends
who took a time to be gathered
acquaintances
relatives

brother
mother
daughter.

Ringtones, images, pics.
A companion through difficult years --
of the worst abandonement,
of new found lovers,
of crazy and wild moments,
of settling down.

Where are you?
My little black notebook?
My little black diary?
My memory.

CARDBOARD

Sturdy, grey, constructive.
Not beautifully, certainly, but productive.
From different types it can produce many kinds of articles --
boxes, cards, folders, book covers, more.
Useful, resourceful --dull.

THE BACKSEAT OF A CAR

It's not the witness of love.
Might be the witness of many starts,
of many ends -happy or sad,
of plenty of sex,
of crying, of sighing,
of pleading, of moaning.
Might be the beginning of a relationship --
that might end up in love,
and then again not,
but after all it won't tell.

NUISANCES

there are

little details

that don't let

people

live happily ever after

such as:

the past.

Porn Poetry

When I see your eyes, or just your typing on the screen,
suggesting all the ways you will love me when we meet,
you ignite the till then dormant passion in me.

I feel your hands all over my body,
Your finger exploring my caves,
Your eyes savouring my nudity -in an almost perverse way.
Your tongue tasting my salty skin,
going up and down my slopes and valleys,
running all through,
memorizing each and every inch
while I enjoy, enjoy, enjoy and delight in your delight.