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16 FEBRUero 2004

57 winter 27 moon 48 space age



no we didn't write anything here yesterday sorry

gonna eat dinner at home and fight Tere who keeps whining that I should go see my brother but I don't want to cross the border again I went only two days ago yes

she's like that yes
and I always knew it yes

very much a family person here she was a year ago with her sister and brothers when I went to see her and them and all

but such is the course of love when you let someone get under your skin

delicious

bittersweet

I am waiting for her right now in the internet café it is between five and six in the late afternoon sunset hour

poor woman in love with a lunatic...

for, you see, this is what I am like... right below here... y e s



Tere says she doesn't believe the Sadam Hussein "we" (you countrymen, she says, smiling and why the hell am I suddenly proud to be an american jeeeez what a fracking imperialist I am at heart thank you elementary school and high school and allllllll those plessed bledges af olldgiants yes I am)

where was I... oh yeah she say Look, Look AT Him... how could HE be the one? Don't you know with all the money and power he is hidden away somewhere in some country somehow and this poor body double, this clone, is all, is Not Him no, I don't believe it no.


not satan clausein





yesterday ayer fuimos we went to the beach a playas para ver a nuestra amiga to see our friend Luisa who often has translated with me

we had tacos at a delicious little stand TACOS POLO on PASEO de LAS PLAYAs between the BULLRING and EL TIGRE (the big red furniture store)

delicious delicious delicious but tacos now cost more than a dollar apiece and people just keep on eating and eating and eating them I had five oh my god what a pig Tere had three and a quesadilla and Luisa ate four

then we went down to that café something 32, latitude 32 or something it sits on the malecon walkway above the beach looking out over the sand and the sea very hip very very cool and on Sunday evening the drummers come to play but only two had come for an early session before we left the real action doesn't start until dark but we were invited to Luisa's house and well when you are invited to someone's home -- especially someone as nice as Luisa's Mamá -- you just don't give it up for almost anything no not

there was no real sunset too cloudy. We walked along through the crumbling twilight gray grey and turned inland into the blocks and blocks of houses that make up Playas de Tijuana until we reached Luisa's house

and soon her cousin Franco M came over and we talked about some poems Elizabeth C has written to go along with some of his paintings

los ahogados... and he had brought a portfolio with the paintings in the size he wants to print as an art book with Elizabeth's poems either side by side, or even better, he said, as plastic overlays you can read through right on top of the pictures mmmmm

I almost wet my brain with the possibility of translating some of her poems they are realllllly good I...

I will do a few drafts and let them decide whether they want to work with me or not... and of course there is always the possibility of someone else already in mind

Eduardo would be excellent, knows the tongue and writes poetry too, and will probably write a small analytical/critical essay to put in the book and

I had always hoped to get to know some artists here and live here and finally finally learn better Spanish but I never, Never, NEVER dreamed it actually could come true

wow is all I can say

what artists

wow

...................

I wrote a few lines of verse in the cafe while the girls were talking

nothing special, just a flavor of the place. actually, as I look at them I think they are candidates for a bad poetry award yes no but hey I write a lottttt offfff baaaaad poetry in case you hadn't noticed heh ha ho








la ventana que da
                      al agua

las islas que suben
                      del mar

las olas que comen
                      la playa

la arena que ven
                      y va

las cosas que pasan
                      así

los niños que juegan
                      acá













the window that turns
                      onto the water

the islands that rise up
                      from the sea

the waves that eat
                      the beach

the sand that comes
                      and goes

the things that happen
                      like that

the children that play
                      here






green white blue gray
son los colores de la orilla arenosa
de océano

verde blanco azul gris
are the colours of the sandy ocean
shore

rubio el cabello de la mujer
en la ventana
leyendo el menu
del café

blond the hair of the woman
in the window
reading the menu
of the café

amarillo y verde
el agua y la arena

yellow and green
the water and the sand

golden the road of the sun
where the face of the sea is shining

dorado el camino del sol
do brilla la frente del mar

purpura la poesia de cliché
purple the cliché poetry

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