We begin, nameless, “con los ojos de los que no han nacido todavia” I emerged silent and eyes wide to the world. Deep dark pools of light, my sight on suckling, my mother held me close and whispered words to my ears no one else could hear. She says I am the one who listens. Dura lura lura is a song she sand to me when I was too afraid to sleep and not wake up. As a child I would face dark dreams but my days were vivid with the vibrant colors of stories I would enact within worlds of Belief. If I was a bog, my name would be Daniel, como el major amigo de mi papi, Daniel who drowned to los manos del mar. The sea is so vast I strengthen my stretching arms as wide as I can see and embrace the ebb and flow of birth and death that wave hoooooooolaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I was born into a community of mothers, wide warrior women who sing, dance, write and talk talk talk. Mi nombre es elisa, porque suena como el mar: eeeeeeeeeliiisaaaaaaaaaaaa…Named after my mother’s best friend, un Actriz y directora de obra. Elisa learned to love futbol thru her papi, who could dribble like dancing and kick the black and white sphere high, so high into el aire it became the moon, full and new. New, Noemí, to me, means New. re-Born on the new moon of Noviembre, elisa shaved her herself bald to let go let go let go of the memories knotted into her long locks, to let go of elisa, who is feminine and beautiful, to let go of the tangles of trying to hold on. elisa gave of her head (of hair) in sacrifice, solidarity to her mother who like Amazona would cut off her breasts, inserting shields against flustered fears and worries that had grown like cancer. Her chest now free to aim the arrow of her Rainbow and pierce the heart of her healing Noemí is new, she introduces herself to strangers she might never know, she shakes hands and smiles with secrets and lusts. A book read: “In ancient times, a woman with the name Noemí could have been a warrior queen” – she is tough. Vain. Intelligent. Courageous. Gutsy and she looks good. Persuasive with words, she wooes, but only those as strong as she. Noemí is capable of making sweeping gestures to let go of old ways to make new. New, nice to meet you. where Noemí lusts, elisa trusts. Intuition is her greatest gift, she gives with smiles of love. elisa sonrisa. Elisa ama en española, la idioma de su papa, con quien comparte su cumpleaños. mu especial. Vulnerable to vocabulary, verguenza tries to silence her Spanish tongue. Tasting, I curve word to sound like accent, throwing in palabra here and there to try my luck. Con mi amiga Katie (actriz who played Abuelita in La SoñaDora) las palabras vuelan comolas alas de mi alma. And with a lover I once loved, I learned that “love” is a word mi alma does not understand so well. If I let go and love myself, es mas facil hablar y amar en español.
We begin, nameless, “con los ojos de los que no han nacido todavia” I emerged silent and eyes wide to the world. Deep dark pools of light, my sight on suckling, my mother held me close and whispered words to my ears no one else could hear. She says I am the one who listens. Dura lura lura is a song she sand to me when I was too afraid to sleep and not wake up. As a child I would face dark dreams but my days were vivid with the vibrant colors of stories I would enact within worlds of Belief.
ReplyDeleteIf I was a bog, my name would be Daniel, como el major amigo de mi papi, Daniel who drowned to los manos del mar. The sea is so vast I strengthen my stretching arms as wide as I can see and embrace the ebb and flow of birth and death that wave hoooooooolaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I was born into a community of mothers, wide warrior women who sing, dance, write and talk talk talk. Mi nombre es elisa, porque suena como el mar: eeeeeeeeeliiisaaaaaaaaaaaa…Named after my mother’s best friend, un Actriz y directora de obra. Elisa learned to love futbol thru her papi, who could dribble like dancing and kick the black and white sphere high, so high into el aire it became the moon, full and new.
New, Noemí, to me, means New. re-Born on the new moon of Noviembre, elisa shaved her herself bald to let go let go let go of the memories knotted into her long locks, to let go of elisa, who is feminine and beautiful, to let go of the tangles of trying to hold on. elisa gave of her head (of hair) in sacrifice, solidarity to her mother who like Amazona would cut off her breasts, inserting shields against flustered fears and worries that had grown like cancer. Her chest now free to aim the arrow of her Rainbow and pierce the heart of her healing
Noemí is new, she introduces herself to strangers she might never know, she shakes hands and smiles with secrets and lusts. A book read: “In ancient times, a woman with the name Noemí could have been a warrior queen” – she is tough. Vain. Intelligent. Courageous. Gutsy and she looks good. Persuasive with words, she wooes, but only those as strong as she. Noemí is capable of making sweeping gestures to let go of old ways to make new. New, nice to meet you.
where Noemí lusts, elisa trusts. Intuition is her greatest gift, she gives with smiles of love. elisa sonrisa. Elisa ama en española, la idioma de su papa, con quien comparte su cumpleaños. mu especial.
Vulnerable to vocabulary, verguenza tries to silence her Spanish tongue. Tasting, I curve word to sound like accent, throwing in palabra here and there to try my luck. Con mi amiga Katie (actriz who played Abuelita in La SoñaDora) las palabras vuelan comolas alas de mi alma. And with a lover I once loved, I learned that “love” is a word mi alma does not understand so well. If I let go and love myself, es mas facil hablar y amar en español.
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