There is attitude in this world ladies and gentleman; that is what history is all about, the attitude of the writer, that is what love is all about as well, the attitude to accept love, the willingness to commit, the attitude to face a broken heart.
For the last two years and a little of this one, I lived what I once thought was only possible in my dreams. That feeling of completeness, light within you, love, God’s love spotlight above you, it was unbelievable how good if felt, you can try, but no matter if the Pope died (John Paul II), you just can’t stop smiling, and the light in your eyes dazzles you in the mirror, the morning sun is like Olympic-closure-ceremony fireworks; out the window the birds sing and you can imagine, as taught in Sunday school, that there are angels all around you singing, smiling, cute little faces of light. Even the squirrels come to you when you offer anything, the can see you need nothing but to give back a little of all that much love you have. The most sacred Buda covered in purple light and surrounded by good spirits; when the phone rings the smile goes wider and you did not actually walk towards it, you flew to where the speaker was, and perhaps the brain could not register those steps. Starry sky on the ceiling every night, full moon every evening; you drop invisible coins with your smile to the homeless, you hear children asking their moms, why is that guy shimmering? No matter where you stand you glow, I was like a pregnant young man in the crowd. Baseballs would come to my hands unasked, bouquets would travel on the wrong direction to fall on my lap, you name it, and I got it. I couldn’t have it all; I never won the lotto, although in my lucky spree I never missed a single Friday draw. There was a sunny winter and a cool summer, the most spectacular fall and 10,000 tulips bloomed at our feet in Vancouver for spring. Put anything on the frying pan and it’s a feast! Saw a seed and watch it grow like magic beans, even Mexican jumping beans came with a rehearsed choreography, they had to compete! Cats became as loyal and giving as dogs, and they shit in a sand box; friends were shared and a new family was born. Wild Juniper in the air all the time, orchids showing off their beauty, in the middle of the desert! Falling asleep next to each other, waking up the same way
An ‘Alchemist’ warming the winter, feeling proud and whistling Choo Choo! to the crowd, staying with Queen E, gorgeous dieing clowns, dancing with Lola and drinking with Rico, mastering Davie St., walking on the strip, having sourdough at the Warf, looking at the Angel, close called by the desert, drinking on water and Jesus embracing me as his gay son…
Good stories have an ending, great ones don’t.
For the last two years and a little of this one, I lived what I once thought was only possible in my dreams. That feeling of completeness, light within you, love, God’s love spotlight above you, it was unbelievable how good if felt, you can try, but no matter if the Pope died (John Paul II), you just can’t stop smiling, and the light in your eyes dazzles you in the mirror, the morning sun is like Olympic-closure-ceremony fireworks; out the window the birds sing and you can imagine, as taught in Sunday school, that there are angels all around you singing, smiling, cute little faces of light. Even the squirrels come to you when you offer anything, the can see you need nothing but to give back a little of all that much love you have. The most sacred Buda covered in purple light and surrounded by good spirits; when the phone rings the smile goes wider and you did not actually walk towards it, you flew to where the speaker was, and perhaps the brain could not register those steps. Starry sky on the ceiling every night, full moon every evening; you drop invisible coins with your smile to the homeless, you hear children asking their moms, why is that guy shimmering? No matter where you stand you glow, I was like a pregnant young man in the crowd. Baseballs would come to my hands unasked, bouquets would travel on the wrong direction to fall on my lap, you name it, and I got it. I couldn’t have it all; I never won the lotto, although in my lucky spree I never missed a single Friday draw. There was a sunny winter and a cool summer, the most spectacular fall and 10,000 tulips bloomed at our feet in Vancouver for spring. Put anything on the frying pan and it’s a feast! Saw a seed and watch it grow like magic beans, even Mexican jumping beans came with a rehearsed choreography, they had to compete! Cats became as loyal and giving as dogs, and they shit in a sand box; friends were shared and a new family was born. Wild Juniper in the air all the time, orchids showing off their beauty, in the middle of the desert! Falling asleep next to each other, waking up the same way
An ‘Alchemist’ warming the winter, feeling proud and whistling Choo Choo! to the crowd, staying with Queen E, gorgeous dieing clowns, dancing with Lola and drinking with Rico, mastering Davie St., walking on the strip, having sourdough at the Warf, looking at the Angel, close called by the desert, drinking on water and Jesus embracing me as his gay son…
Good stories have an ending, great ones don’t.
