Weekend Muse
[On retiring young in San Miguel de Allende]
Let's live before we die, fellow blogmates. And make love in second languages.Béseme.
Abráceme.
Kisses. Embraces. Long-favored gifts interchanged among the poor. No wrapping papers needed: they wrap around each other. Passion rewards a boy with a dance, a salsa. They turn, his soul turned sweet in her arms. Ponga las manos en la cintura.
He's going to live before he dies. He puts his hands up and down her waist, finds the place he wants, one where he's always belonged. They're beginning to move through space again now, another dance inventing.
Ponga las manos en la cintura.
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He's a lucky man.... He's going to "Live before he dies..."
Good stuff, Kiddo! It's nice to hear something so upbeat. You must be floating in the clouds.
Congratulations!
January 26, 2008 12:35 PM | Reply | Permalink
Chuck, great to see you. Amazing how love can revolutionize. But then you knew that -- read your book. Let's interview on it, as soon as I can parse a sentence about something besides havin' a case on. ;D
Tish
January 26, 2008 1:12 PM | Reply | Permalink
Well somebody is having a nice Saturday.
Since my second language is Latin, I can’t respond with lines from Rilke as I would like. “Nemo in amore videt” is the Roman aphorism that has come down to us as “Love is blind.” A better translation is the literal “No one in love sees” which captures I think the way in which love is such a sublime experience.
Anyway thanks for helping start my weekend off in the right direction.
January 26, 2008 12:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
Somehow the word "contours" springs to mind. btw, Rilke is a second language -- want those lines, Larry. ;D
January 26, 2008 1:09 PM | Reply | Permalink
My second language is music, which allows lyrics. Sounds like this might apply:
"Ain't no mountain high enough"
January 26, 2008 12:56 PM | Reply | Permalink
Yeah, I'm dusted, T.
January 26, 2008 1:41 PM | Reply | Permalink
Isaiah 30:29 (King James Version)
29Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept; and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come into the mountain of the LORD, to the mighty One of Israel.
Yesterday, Patricia, walking in peace, I was able to watch and listen to honking squadrons of Canadian Geese. They are the horns of the mountain sky, blowing a fountain of youth over the land in notes of joy on high.
Heralding signs of eternal love, the wings of the harmless holy wisdom fly forever with the human soul in tow, those so lightened being young of heart.
January 26, 2008 10:53 PM | Reply | Permalink
below
January 26, 2008 11:15 PM | Reply | Permalink
Oh, Michael. Breathtaking.
Irish peasant up for Mass and communion early -- don't even want to fall asleep tonight thinking of that -- a living dream to hold in my heart.
xo
January 26, 2008 11:17 PM | Reply | Permalink
Not sure it exactly fits, but it's my offering to living life with passionate tenderness. Y uno mas, Besos Apasionados. Felicidades, mi amiga. Now, feel free to make fun of my lousy Spanish ;-) Good for you, kiddo.
Glenn
January 27, 2008 7:14 AM | Reply | Permalink
I've understood something in my body since I was three years old, Glenn, dancing atop my pop's shoes.
"Dance with me" is essentially nonverbal when you love.
Joaquin extends his hand --her eyes answer. To the floor they venture -- arms intertwined -- to lift all of history's sad face with their very feet, their very love.
One has only to begin. To overcome inertia, gravity, entropy itself.
One has only to begin. To set a new frame as dancing partners, to start life again, and again, and again. One has only to begin.
Lo hagas, corazon.
Ponga las manos en las cintura.
January 27, 2008 12:34 PM | Reply | Permalink
I wish I had something profound and beautiful to say, but I don't, so I'll just say I'm happy for you, and mi corazón canta con el tuyo.
Glenn
January 27, 2008 12:36 PM | Reply | Permalink
Next time your out at the Simmons carport, do me a favor, Lone Oak? Open up another lawn chair. Hose off the bugs. Click your heels together three times. I have intuition. I want you to begin -- and to be ready.
She'll stroll by, likely in need oneday, so you'll want something in the kitch that can be prepared with a minimum of lost eye contact; battery cables, so the neighbors can deal with her car problem while you two visit; that country CD you can croon to at fingertip command -- plus, a number 10 envelope addressed a tu amiga (yo) containing the largest three bills in your wallet (now that's a fortune to contemplate) wrapped in a simple note confirming, "Cintura."
January 28, 2008 12:02 PM | Reply | Permalink