From Girgloyle’s poem Velado … a thought:
… e ancora cerco
malgrado che ti ho trovato
ma non eri
chi pensavo che fossi.
allora nei sogni
cammino –
velata e scalza …
cercando qualcuno che,
mi salverà.
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
… and still I search
though I found you
but you weren’t
who I thought you were.
so in my dreams
I walk
veiled and barefoot
searching for someone
who will save me.
Georgia, this is awesome. It is very poignant !!
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Thanks so much, I appreciat that! I’d not expected to read your comment here 🙂
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Oh Georgia – just exquisite. Exactly what I wish I could have said, had my knowledge of the language been better! Just absolutely perfect and aching and beautiful and powerful.
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Ah .. you’ve left me breathless … really. Your post just moved me and gave me the words that rattle around inside me. Thanks both for the fantastic compliment and the inspiration.
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Very welcome 🙂
This has been rattling around, unnamed but powerful, for so long.
And hey, learned what a yerbatero is – some cultural info that’s really interesting.
And Juanes’ eyes… Ay! Que hermosos! 😉
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I do so love Juanes … very lovely man! I used to listen to him a lot a few years back … This was my favorite – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLKzYpPwkxU – since I don’t know if you can see it here’s the title – (Juanes) – La Camisa Negra
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Oh, I love camisa negra! It’s on my iPod *and*phone player. And A Dios Le Pido too. How neat to know you like him too 🙂
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Too cool … I guess i should have known … 😀
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The other day I was really “jamming” (or whatever) to Regalito when the kiddo caught me. How embarrassing! 😉
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LOL … I remember the times my boyse used to go into fits of laughter (or whatever) when I’d start singing at the top of my lungs to a song or when the music made me dance! Too fun! 🙂
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Moms aren’t supposed to “dance” or sing at the top of their lungs, are they? 😉
And they sure as heck aren’t supposed to have crushes on teachers. Did I tell you his science teacher has the same last name as the teacher I was crushing on in high school? Told the kiddo and he was horrified. o.O
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LOL .. oh you naive lady! Never admit that you can actually have had a crush! Mom’s aren’t people .. they’re Moms!
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[sniffle]
😉
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just had a quick look at my thingy page where the stats are and was looking at the list of followers with a view to trying to catch up with some reading when I discovered you were the first to follow baldypoems when I returned to wordpress. bless you, dearest bastet, sending hugs and warm wishes x
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Warm hugs to you too Baldy … I’m having a little problems keeping up with reading lately (and writing too) but I’ve seen you’ve come back and hope to read a few more of your poems… A big hug back to you dearest friend!
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Powerful and sad.
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Thanks … I’m happy you read it.
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