Happy New Year, by Julio Cortazar

Look, i do not ask for much,
only your hand, take it
like a little toad that sleeps happy.
I need that door that you gave me
to enter to your world, that piece
of green sugar, of cheerful round.
Won't you lend me your hand in this night
of end of the year of hoarse owls?
You can not, for technical reasons.
Then i plan it in the air, plotting each finger,
the silky peach of the palm
and the back, that country of blue trees.
Thus i take it and hold it,
as if on it there should depend
very much of the world,
the succession of the four seasons,
the singing of the roosters, the love of the men.

tenor

Pavaroti: a canary inside a cage *

*a funny idea that still makes me laugh... so nice as living in a country with the name of another bird :O)

oh!

the best part about being small is that you don't make such a big noise when you hit the ground.
as you are so close to the floor, there is not a huge distance to travel when you faint.
- that it is why it is always preferable to have the ego under control and not let it grow to the size of elephants -*

*poor fainting elephants they should be responsible for the craters on Earth's surface (metaphoric, sure)

Lautremont

"beautiful as the chance of meeting on a dissecting-table, a sewing-machine and an umbrella!"

cof-cof

i was reading a book that someone (cof-cof cof-cof) sent me as a gift, a long time ago.

the book is a translation in english of another language (cof-cof cof-cof).

the point is that while i was reading in english i learnt a new word: unbearable

and then this idea came to my mind: "my life would be absolutely unbearable without him"

-i was talking about my isograph-*

what did you think?

*he comes with me everywhere i go

sleepwalker

My biggest fear is if I let you go

You'll come and get me in my sleep

Come and get me

come and get me in my sleep*

*why do i still have those dreams?

** yeah, definitely: come and get me........ tututuruuuuuu turuuuuuuuu turuuuuuuu

stars

...

Director of the Observatory: Have you ever seen fireflies?

Traveller: I've heard the name, but I have never seen them; they say they're very small.

Director of the Observatory: Very small? Are you sure?

Traveller: My son said so. But he said that they are beautiful.

Director of the Observatory: How old is your son?

Traveller: He's five. He caught one the other night. He showed it to me in his hand; he was very happy, he was laughing, but I couldn't see; it was too small.

Director of the observatory: Fireflies are very, very big but they can fit into the hands of a child. A person who can't see the fireflies can't see the stars.

...

*"Looking at the stars" (Yildizlara Bakmak), by Behcet Necatigil, from "Short dramas from contemporary turkish literature"

antarcticat

not just a common cat
he lives in antarctica*

*really really a very lucky one

white

piz on erz*

*and what about if we dont have blood in our veins and we just have water? that would explain our slow but pure hearts (?)

curiosity

he says: "i love the surprises"

but he can't wait for seeing them, he needs to know them before time

and when she finally tells him what is the surprise about, he feels very happy

but the surprise disappears (this is the huge problem with the surprises: they are gone as soon as you discover them)*

*that is the reason why she has to focus in the little details to surprise him (?)

title

nowadays the words dont need me

they are -probably- angry with me, so they prefer to stay far away

i'm recovering a lost way of expression

probably the first one that i had -when the summers lasted for ever and i thought that the stars were light bulbs hanging from the sky-*

* * * *

past

.suddenly she remembered all those stories about cats that she used to write and she thought that now she was completely unable to write a;






* slow hearts... really interesting (?)
** my logic has drowned in a sea of emotion/stop before you start . Be still my beating heart

mOrfiNa

you rain look like*

*iwannaknowwhatyouhavetosay tururtuuuuuuuuuut tururututuuuuuuuuuuuuuut

soul

soul mate*

*a heart that beats so slow... this is really a problem. probably a very tragic one (?)

player

it is said that the one who plays never dances *

*i solved that problem dancing with my bass

cyclops

what do the waves have to say now?

; it is like a cyclops in the middle of the nothing

so strong and confident about his fate

with his only eye of fire

leading souls disguised as boats

antartica

well my kind is your kind
i'll stay the same *

*maps, more maps, please

archetype

soluble fish*

so you could be a vanishing bird

*jung/breton/magritte

verne

here it is the lighthouse at the end of the world *

*, and probably you wanna know what is there beyond its limits

woman

and she was

chomsky

i'm gaming plays*

{give it the right meaning, if you want}

*don't stop me now cause i'm having such a good time

**just give me a call

dancer

i see that you've come to resist me
i'm a pitbull in time *

* i can dance over the walls just like him

november

and i can't remember another november more rainy than this one

probably because during the last one, i was so lost in the middle of silly thoughts that i didnt even take notice that the spring had finished and that the summer was here.

someone stole me that november -when i had lost the idea of time and i thought that everything could be possible- and i shall never get it back*

*i suspect that during those days, i was happy

**--------> probably because i was more yellow and i knew -luckily- less than i know now