To You-ou-ou and you-ou-ou and you-ou-ou...

! When you receive an impossible present ! 

Don't know so well how to start to thank

someone_sssss for

something beyond imagination.

Easy is_

A bottle of wine,

You appreciate the sticker and imagine the taste

Savoring future consumption...

or

A book,

As I only offer those that I have read

I assume the same attitude of the donor.

even

Sweets, cakes and fattening food

I guess someone envies my fitness.

and

Turnip and chicory, salsify and leek

For me to envy the donor's body line.

Then comes the point of

MONEY...

Usually reflects

inconclusive personality

or 

imaginative deficiency (for a gift)

Knowing the most of

yesterday's event attendees

-  and those not able to attend -

I can solemnly swear that these terms

do not apply to you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou...

So it's no money

-  between us ...

 it looks a bit like it...

but it's not -

So you all agree

to send me on those planes and ships

to far destinations

subject of - and described so many times

in my poems and conversations.

Well let me say this

to you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou...

I receive and accept this unique present

with open hands and

with an even more open heart.

I still don't know when, where and why I deserved this...

But I will not discuss your judgment

and receive this as the most

Absolutely Fantastic Present ever.

Wherever I go

I will take all of...

In my head, my heart

my thoughts will be full of ...

you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou...

And on the final trip

the single fare one

I will have this ticket you offered

in my pocket -

to remind me

the lucky guy I've been

to know

you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou

and you-ou-ou...

I forgot.

When did I decide

to show thee

my weakness

or is the failing of a fragmented heart?

When did I decide 

to clear the debris

and bring thee

the remaining of failed love?

It's not a present

but a testimony

on the threshold of

nearly forgotten emotions.

Someone

somewhere

makes my heart

filling my chest

one day

inflating my body

on another.

Somebody

sometime

makes my heart

bigger than myself.

Jumping Feelings

echoing.

Bouncing Emotions

radiate.

This is not the remaining of lost love.

This is new shiny metal.

My cracking wings are winching

the tired bones to new heaven.

Lift off!

Ejection seat crossing oceans,

air and space.

I forgot that I was tired of falling in love.

Indisputably my Esfahān.

Read more in: About Indisputably my Esfahān.

For Assiyeh.

At this very moment

I walk down the stairs

of a rose garden when

a faint odor invades my nares

and makes

my abdominal cavity to shrink

and fill up again.

Now,

I have to breathe.

I have to breathe

now

faster.

At this very moment

running up the stairs

faster then ever

I respire.

Inhaling fresh air.

Later

Exhaling vapor

I walk down the stairs

of a rose garden when

a light stroke

at a great distance

seeks my attention.

A skyline made by

cupolas | domes |

turrets and minarets

acts as a magnet.

Naturally my nostrils

squeeze themselves together.

The horizon does not come closer.

First my mouth gasps

|air|

Using my last one

I run for my life.

Atmosphere

tastes salty.

The smell of rotten fish.

Why can't I escape to

the left to the right?

Undeniably this is

how life ends.

Undoubtedly this is

my Esfahān.

Imagine, une feuille vierge.

See also translation and minutes in About Imagine, une feuille vierge.  

Imagine

une feuille vierge

-blanche si tu veux-

qui lentement

mot par mot

ligne après ligne

se remplie

d'un amour profond.

Imagine

la magie des lettres qui deviennent

les témoins d'idées transformées en écriture.

Je n'ai droit qu'à cette seule page,

comme je n'ai droit qu'a une vie.

Cette page qui se remplie

de mots inexpliqués

que l'on peut effacer...

Oui, les mots

mais non les pensées.

Est ce mon cœur qui gonfle ou les artères de mon cerveau?

Mon chagrin fatigue mon souffle

Mon haleine se transforme en cri.

Imagine

le hurlement d'un animal blessé

faisant écho

remplissant le papier...

J'efface.

Imagine

dans quel état étrange mon corps se lève à l'aube

après avoir désiré ta peau dans un rêve malsain.

Imagine

qu'encore toujours,

je songe sans répit,

de plonger dans tes yeux

comme dans un océan mystérieux.

Est ce un crime d'admirer ta beauté?

Je suis surpris que malgré celle-ci

tu transpire une gentillesse

insoupçonnée.

Je pose mon regard sur cette feuille comme jadis je le laissais planer sur toi

|furtivement||

Je ressens la douleur de ne pas pouvoir te dire le besoin que j'éprouve.

Le besoin de te dire...

Dans ce cœur

lourd de douleur

de ne plus pouvoir

te voir

que dans mon imagination

ou de te lire

dans les quelques phrases

qui parfois me parviennent

a travers les océans

je tempête et j'aboie d'une tristesse inconnue.

Et si je t’envoie cette feuille en petit bateau

-soumis aux caprices des vagues et du vent-

pourrais-tu imaginer

-la recevoir-

-le défaire-

et deviner les lignes effacées

reconnaissablement illisibles

parce que l'amour n'a qu'une raison.

LÁ Danza | Libertango: Mi Pasion

See also notes in About  LÁ Danza | Libertango:  Mi Pasion

 

Movimiento

I shrug my right shoulder,
then the left one
while the other goes down.

For a second it makes me lighter

-I'm tiptoeing-

For another second I'm lighter 

and another second

and

another_

Feet's movements are

intensively observed by

my eyes.

My toes are sketching

-nonexistent passionate-

words.

Both arms glued to my sides

are watching

-jealously-

my lower limbs expression,

-patiently-

waiting for the moment

I will need them

to keep the balance.

Hands

try to wipe languidly the expressed passion of the legs.

Second round after the return.

The thighs, the knees, the feet getting tired

offering opportunity to increase the upper limbs role.

Ritmo

Tuneful jinx

Tensed rhythm.

Orchestral mutiny blows

the torso straight forward.

Heated debate of limbs and thoughts.

 

Expresión corporal

Now it's the game of the body's extremities.

Brains, hands and feet dialogue with each other in hundreds of gestures. 

Blood evaporates. Pores secrete salty sweat

The hands dictate.  

The arms soften.

The elbows direct.

Espacio

I walk backwards. The body needs to revive. The mind follows spinelessly.

Corners are crossroads...

Estilo

...where styles are interfering

initiating a symbiosis.

Melting medley.

Defying dogma.

Tomorrow Lá Danza will be different but perhaps the same.

After the General Rehearsal.

This badinerie is a sequel to: 
des-ti-nations: General Rehearsal

Are you expecting

the premiere?

The show is over

already

a long time ago!

All are heading for their destinations.

Some have reached them

only yesterday

or

- was it the day before

- will it be tomorrow

- the day after?

Note the answer before the question.

I never possessed them

though

they have been,

will be,

are part

of

my story.

Some are passersby

appearing as a fait divers

never noticing the thread.

Others have invaded my thoughts

guiltlessly using my inexistent power.

Innocent smiles have tried

to attain those tired brains

through my veins.

Most have offered

a friendship,

sincerely unconditional.

They are quitting for what they came for.

From terminal to platform,

I'm heading for their destinations.

Bystanders can change someone's life

from the first public performance

till the last one

and even beyond.

Lights...Cut!

The question at the end.

Snaps Clicks Sparks

Switches Keys Buttons.

Sudden

input ignites

the pilot flame

into a blazing volcano.

I'm transpiring romance.

A messaged image

and some characters

transforming into

words

into

phrases

a, your, voice

translating into

sounds

into

chants.

A kid's song

I want it, I don't, I want_

Social media abundance

creates emotional deserts.

Imagine while still possible

the craziness of the

brains

when veins

transport wine.

Smell my fright

I'm sweating it!

Shall I destroy my heart or 

cut it into pieces

to satisfy

everybody or

to please

myself?