Oda a la tapena

Soberana tapena, alcaparra, mi caparrón.
Alicantina salada, que trepas, a la mesa, al barro preñado de aceitunas y te entremezclas en tallos con tanta tu gracia.
'Salá' y más que 'salá'! 

I may feel I'm done

And my mouth was bitter from the coffee
as if numb and senseless
old and tired too
which mouth would stand spitting love with such bitterness?

And it felt like I had no nails
like life was a sort of pair of tights trying to slide down
and there was no way to pull them
grab them
put them in place.

And I wanted to do nothing
or maybe cry, in case it helped.
Or kiss and smell that white skin
which I could pull better. I thought.

Es importante antes de llegar a la última almendra decidir cuál será de todas ellas probando una esquinilla - quién quiere una boca amarga?

Benvolgut amic

Jeu i pensa

.Ara plora

Te dic (ho pense) ho sent!

estic... estic trist

si pense...

tio, com pot ser?

i sí, no ho vaig dir,

moltes felicitats

escric, sí, ara, benvolgut amic.

A weirdo presents herself (partly)

My people think I am weird: I eat carrots as a snack, I brush my teeth as many times as I eat, I jump all around the room when I listen to "Rasputin" of Boney M and play it when I'm stressed, I do head-stands and hand-stands also when I'm stressed, I ask for hugs and massages (I also give many non-asked hugs), I love being tickled, I clean the office kitchen, I sing through songs loudly, I sleep little and still make it to smile the next day, I do an all-nighter and go swimming for a start of the new day, I enjoy being in my office where we drink wine, tea and eat carrots and bounce balls (also a good deal of Graze boxes), I became veggie (and then pescetarian) for lent and I'm not pregnant neither a believer, I get on well with Steinke and give him bread (indeed, I give bread to the whole office and beyond), I scare the lab technitian hiding behind the evaporator (since, he calls me "trouble"), I write my posts in English...

Piel y/o pelo

Bucle de despertares, de manos amables al plastico del teclado, que piden piel, incluso pelo, del que tirar, o chupar, oler, escuchar, mirar, querer.

Mente ociosa maltratada por deseos corporeos

En mi mente se contonean

y piden manos que las rodeen.

Esas piernas, unidas a caderas deseosas,

calientes que no calidas. Que

piden manos que las rodeen.

Que piden cuerpos que,

cuerpo que las toque y

apriete... porque hay

vida... todavia

¿Y si responde?

Toc, toc... ¿sentimientos?

Sí, díganos...

Muchas gracias por seguir palpitantes y expectantes. Expectantes y 'saltantes'. Saltasteis a mis ojos chapoteando en mis lágrimas, guardadas celosamente por mi alma guerrera. De ahí saltasteis, un salto pequeño pero agudo, al corazón, vibrando como aquello que carga un peso. Y ahora burbujea libre de presión. Y me hace... ¿cosquillas? Me alegra teneros conmigo, a pesar de vuestra tendencia solitaria.