APHORISM XI

When the present is not so bright, one tends to visit the past.

IS BEAUTY REALLY A VIRTUE?

The question arises after having watched a French film about a woman that loses her husband and finds love with another man. A quite simple and ungraceful man, but really kind, loving and gentle. Would one rather choose a beautiful man over a kind, delicate one? Why? This film, based on a novel strikes one of the most important and handed over values, or virtues or qualities a loved person apparently must have: beauty. Is beauty as such really necessary?

APHORISM X

What people think is not necessarily true.

APHORISM IX

To go to sleep with a man I have to trust him. They have proved me wrong.

APHORISM VIII

What is not written can very easily might not have happened.

APHORISM VIII

You can't write if you won't live.

THE BF FACTOR

When I'm not working, hanging out with friends, working, doing house chores, working, buying the groceries, working, spending time with my daugther, working, spending time with my mother, working, playing with my cat, working, just relaxing, working, watching TV, working, reading, working, writing, working, facebooking, working, twitting, working, yeah, I'd like to call a boyfriend and say, "Hi! How about getting in bed!" (I don't even know if I should insist on the term "boyfriend" at my age. Whatever.)

SO, HOW COME?

Today, as I was having lunch I couldn't avoid sneaking into the private life of the couple I had right in front of me - they were stroking each other right there across my salad. And it dawned on me, couples that old don't fondle anymore, not if they are married. Strikingly enough they were not remarkable in any aspect, they were quite average -in their forties. She was all wrinkles, dyed hair, extremely boring clothes, not even a decent cleavage; he was balding, no striking features, rather on the ugly side, without really being it. Quite average, office worker attires.
So I remembered my last Friday affair and I linked events, what makes a man feel attracted by a woman? It's clear for me that what magazines insist on telling teenagers is definitely NOT the truth, I have had my experiences that thoroughly contradict what they consistently shoot us with -Friday night, this lunch couple, years ago (and I mean not THAT much) have insisted on throwing at my face that men don't seek sex appeal, a slender figure, fashionable clothes... well, not even high heels. Still, it leaves me no answer, what do men want? How about that Chaucer?

APHORISM VII

What the mind believes is more important than what actually is.

MURDER AT THE JUNIOR CLUB

creak -- creak -- creak
more creaking noises
twigs
leaves
a branch with more twigs and leaves still attached
a trunk in chunks
the reddish-brown sap still sticky moist
youth slain lying on the ground

DAMN!

I must be the new Emily Dickinson.

APHORISM VI

So much time spent being young makes it quite difficult to act mature.

AFORISMO V

Dichosos los que duermen
porque de ellos será el reino de los sueños.

FED UP?

Of feeling tired?
Of feeling hurt?
Of feeling angry?
Of feeling rejected?
Of feeling removed?
Of feeling unloved?
Of feeling fooled?
Of feeling?

Get numbed!
Unbeatable!

APHORISM FOUR

When you look through the window, you are really looking inside.
Only cats look out.

APHORISM THREE

You are never as alone as when you are sad.

APHORISM TWO

If something you want to avoid,
Of work you should not be void.
--Job Yoda

2012?

Last day of May, 07.07 am
eerie early sunlight
no chirping on the background, just a stuck car alarm wailing insistently unattended
straight trees standing tall, watching from above
a stench of rotting rubbish
scavenger noises searching for food to stand one more day
in its shiny copper armor -cockroach -the sole survivor.

APHORISM

As you get more experience you lose the magic.

HAPPY IS NOT ENOUGH

I'm happy, yes.
Still I miss...
the extra thrill,
the excitement,
the cobalt blue,
the peace,
the silliness,
The time.

The cards, the presents, the chocolates...

YOU

ERM...

La gente que huye no se despide.

Praying
Playing
There's a subtle difference.

BEHIND THE DOOR

You explode.

TIME

Nothing left to write.

Nothing left to think.

Just work.

WHERE THE WORDS GO

I just thought about the title and I liked it.

Many thoughts spring like mushrooms everyday while I go home from work in the public transport.

I see many people doing people things --begging, ignoring, reading, being indifferent, listening to their I-Pods, self-absorbed, fighting, hurting, crying, laughing.

I read them.

I think them.

I cannot get to write them because I arrive tired and with achy feet.

I have too many things to do and too short a time.

Exercise, rest, cook, talk to my offspring.

Pet my pet.

I go to sleep.

I can't sleep.

I think too much.

Can't relax.

Get up just when I was getting sleepy.

Get into the shower.

Get into the clothes.

Get into the public transport.

Get into the lift.

Get into my desk.

Seldom into my words.

Where do all the words go?

GRAMMAR WHEEL