Vancouver BC

It's been almost 9 years since I moved to Washington State and I'd been wanting to go to Canada ever since... finally I get to add it to my tourist list as 8th Country I've been to (it doesn't really count since I was there for less than 24 hours, but I'll go back). Vancouver's skyline is gorgeous, full of open spaces while at the same time packed with high rise buildings from side to side. Downtown is very urban, storefronts and apartments in the same buildings  people out on the streets at all times, sidewalk cafes and an HMV give it a somewhat European touch, perfect. Seems like there's a strong Asian presence, as always very trendy and refreshing, didn't see any harajuku girls but I'm sure there's something like that.
Stanley Park is a must, it has endless possibilities for photography and just hanging out.
The Above and Beyond concert was awesome, I finally got to dance for a whole night (I don't really like rap or hip-hop) to some amazing euro-dance/techno, and while it was at the equivalent of Neighbors  I must say the Vancouver female quorum was definitely something to look at, but since I'm taken I pretty much danced alone for the most part. Tobs and I had a great time and I can't wait to go back.

Rei Momo

It's that time of year again

I see a little sunbeam

smell the coffee roasting

and the scent of the sea

remembering how I can't wait

hear the drums beating

like the heart of the jungle

an engine of strength, rhythm and lust

that we follow in procession

down the street, by the beach.

The taste of cachaça

in the sweet and sour caipirinhas

and vodka

in a socialist caipiroska

float weightless

in the lança perfume cloud

surrounded by happiness on an endless crowd

Lost in her green and stormy eyes

dance and walk and follow

her flame throwing hips

sea salted cinnamon skin

sun and surfboard wax highlights

sand in my shoes and in my ears

as Chiclete com Banana plays all night

and we dance and we kiss

and we love and we melt

on a warm summer night

it's the Brazilian Carnaval

and I can't wait to be back

and forro my way straight to hell

on Boa Viagem beach.

Mi Buenos Aires Querido

Argentina
how I yearn for you
as I swim in the melancholic raft
my nostalgic mind dreams away
I let my memory walk your cobblestone streets
in the mist and marble
old brick and mortar buildings
and colorful flashes of indigo
in the city of fury

To put on a wool jacket
and walk with you on leather soles
sit for bife and tinto
on one of your many sidewalk cafes
See the children walking on the sidewalk
holding their parent's hands
late, on a saturday night
light up a cohiba
go to the burlesque
and hope to find you

Check in at a suite at the Camino Real
go back to that bar
where we used to grab peanuts from an old bathtub
and drink pitcher after pitcher
of lager and sangria
smell you at the dark corner were we used to tango
where soul and toenails fall in love
in sigh serenades

That city of Diego Armando
where you kept a poster of Che in your bedroom
how I want to
and be the foreigner that I am
in a city that has never been foreign to me
in so many ways so similar to were I live
and yet hemispheres away
years, rains, snowstorms
maybe ages, certainly summers have gone by
and yet I'm still stuck
like that parking meter downtown
immovable, relentlessly stubborn
I keep looking for you.

The Beast

There's an immediate sense of urgency
again
a constant rush to the head
a worry in vertical free fall
trapped in guitar chord stress
and in angst, like love
I swallowed a ticking bomb
and I'm tied on the train rails
like those 10 minutes before sex
between the living room and the bed
It's all in my head
I can hear the wheels turning
the machine in the basement
huffing and puffing and burning oil
the beast, feeding
Random ideas stand in a springboard
diving into an ice cream cake of thoughts
a puzzle and blender
coffeemaker brewing it all together
with invented color palettes
lonely breasts and photographs
thought of you surrounded by darkness
lip gloss, giggles and 56 smiles
a train whistling goodbye
hats, cigars and handkerchiefs
a ship departing
amidst a foghorn chorus
Then Van Goghs and Picassos
the unbearable weight of morning
with it's beauty and the lack of you
remembering that long ago
when we had much more than what I needed
when I despissed the greed of others
and still do
looking at you
at all of you
from within this fishtank
and the air bubbles, fake plants and glass
it seems, how weird
that it is the World that's trapped
The world
so small and destroyed
but who cares?
I don't
it's my day off and I'm swimming in lattes
ready to go suntan
in a hadron collider somewhere
drop a potato in the microwave
or just sit and write about the nonsense
and the random paintings that fill my mind.

Yesterday in Auburn

Tuberose

Come, sit next to me
lay down, breathe in
close your eyes and look at the starless sky
open your eyes and look at the end of the world
and pretend it's not there

Kiss me with your angel wing lips
touch me with your morning moss hands
hold me in a sea salt hug
put me in your bottle
your bubble
ignore the city hum
the lernaean hydra
and the barking dogs

Come
and scoop me, ice cream cone
tempt me, bite me
in black and blue love
raw, wild, rare
desperate
on the tight nylon on your legs
in your deadly roller coaster curls

Take me with you
hold my hand
hide me in your closet
plant me in your room
put me in a suitcase
throw me down a rainbow of stairs
kill me
cut me
crucify me
sirloin my heart
drown me in your thighs
make me feel alive

I'm dead walking
I eat like a dog
if I sleep my dreams runaway
I make love like a machine
and I'm alone

You're a diamond
I'm a briquette waiting to be set ablaze
You're a forest fire
I'm the infatuated matchstick
The catalyst
the laudanum, the evil side

Come,
tango my heart
bring me your truffle smile
sleep on a bench, at the park
dream in a telephone booth

Come,
look at me
walk with me
be as beautiful as you are
and smile
should we fly?

Come,
put on a bunny costume
and hop around my bed
come,
play hide and seek
hide with me under the blanket of time
chase me
swim with me in the open ocean
let me wrap you in a soap bubble
pop you in the air
touch you in shameless sarsoap
and tie you up

Come, be my pinball machine
my tears
my lies
my cotton candy
my life.