Brand New (well, second hand)

Decided to get me a bike
smoke less, drink tea and take supplements
shopped at urban outfitters
and got in the downtown state of mind
heck, I'm even moving to Capitol Hill

Got my hair did
by a non English speaking coiffeur
sat on the beach, welcomed the scent of ocean breeze
so well known, and so missed

Younger and stronger
the sun relentlessly air brushed my face
looked up, closed my eyes
and opened my arms, as if to form a sail
or the sign of the cross

Prana, old friend
picked me up and took me with her
as I sailed through the aisles
of these lunar loops we call days

I no longer feel old, you know?
like yesterday’s newspaper
that nobody cares to read
got tired of being the blanket
for a homeless refugee

No, I no longer feel old
like yesterdays newspapers
yes, those you’ll never read
and carelessly use
for your dalmatian to pee

I'm brand new
second wind
vibrant, vital
as I walk and leave behind
all those boring comic strips

Gunmetal

In the darkness
of a perfect cloudy day
sudden sun rays tear it in half
bright light
loud, like a scream
blind me
and with it, comes the pain
The stage, lit
for the migraine to come
crawling, slowly
like an old hearse
But this time
this time is different
as I reach for my cigarettes
and my old man's gun

Flash From The Past....

About a couple of weeks ago I was chatting with my dear friend Barbara Merkel, yes, we did date for sometime, but I guess we were meant to be just friends.
She is perhaps one of the most interesting people I've ever met: Her father is a renowned archeologist, and her Mother is the sweetest german press director you've ever seen. Barbara, on the other hand, is this super true friend, one on which you can always count on, one who is always willing to go on a road trip on a whim. Turns out she had a few pictures from a trip we made with Hugo Barbosa and Tony (Stony) Lopez to a secret and uncharted beach in the Mexican Pacific. This one in particular caught my attention, for I had totally forgotten that I had ever worn those Elton John sunglasses, much less that someone actually had a picture of me rolling a big ass rastama... errrrr, cuban cigar, yeah, I remember now, it was a cigar.











Tony, Pablo, Barbara