like a moth to the flame…

Amazing thing, isn’t it? All those colors and shapes…tricking you into believing it’s anything but the real thing! Nature in its most naked beauty…or is it its most shrewd enticement? A display of fantastic designs, blending in the background, luring you to touch it, meant to convince even the worst nonbeliever that it is really not what they think…oh, the shock on their faces when it flips its wings…poetry in motion! And all from such banal and unsuspected origins..

On the same note, a new label has been attached to my name today…I’ll wear it with grace, of course… well, with whatever I might find to be graceful…I do not feel I deserve it, but if came my way…how can I say no? It’s free…and this time, not at all offensive…I’ve become “famous”… Not that usually I’m blending in the background, I do hold my own loud and clear most of the time, and don’t really go unseen…but this time, I flipped my wings in front of the crowd looking through me…Boy!…the ooohhhhs, and aaahhhhs…that part, I hope it stops! I am no fan of so much attention…but the look on some faces…priceless… I guess the thing right in front of you is always the hardest to observe…

Now comes the challenge… pulling another rabbit out of the hat without all the eyes on me…it’s not going to be easy, but I think I’ve got it…time will tell. The thought of googling eyes is funny…but it’s not gonna make me strip on the float and scream oddities… or, who knows…the screaming part I do quite well, I might use it…the stripping, definitely not; the wind is just too much now, and it’s getting too hot already, and I’m not frying my skin in public!

And with that settled, more developments will follow, but ’till then, a flame of my own has drawn me back to the drawing board…It’s a puzzling situation…one that I just can’t grasp. It’s like catching water…no matter how tight my fists, it still drips through, and I find myself with wet and empty hands…and still no clue how to bottle all of it up. I want to stop trying, and for good periods of time I do, and then, one day, the sun shines a certain way in the waves, and I find myself dipping my hands in that darned water again, only to end up empty handed once more…like a moth to the flame…I just don’t learn this one…and darn! I’ve burnt my wings to the bone…when is enough, enough?

 

I want your children!…

Recruiting can be a tough task if one has to find effective ways to attract the “right” kind of populations into their program. It has been highly debated, in and out of office, for a good year now…turns out that, on an island, there isn’t much choice, so birds of a feather tend to stick together.

Today constitutes a breakthrough in conquering the hearts of the desired one, and in convincing them to join the other side, as a master plan has been devised…A bare breasted, well, metaphorically speaking,  statue of dedication – that being my dear colleague – would ride the open recruiting truck, which abruptly turned into the “disco bus”, as it was a better and more attractive choice. Crabs would swarm around her in the disco bus/truck and the pet pig would join the ride…

How ashamed am I at this late hour, for denying any association with such a complex recruiting stratagem…not wanting my name in such glorious and picturesque endeavor… it was only because the cry of war was going to be “I want your children”, and as I am hitched and quite the public person, that could be easily misinterpreted…and that is not an option, I’m afraid…ya’ know, it’s all in a name as they say…Otherwise, I would have gladly bared my soul in the druggie alley, crabs and all…

No, I chose the simple, beaten path of newspaper articling… good piece as they all told me, and the picture, though modest and shy, highly appreciated…didn’t help the low profile either, but at least I won’t have to fend accusations of alleged parenthood that could arise with the master plan…

I’ll let you know how it all turns out…maybe shoot a few pictures, too! It should be interesting…if the plans lives to see tomorrow, that is!

And love life…

Spring is blossoming with every ray of light. Everywhere I turn the air is sweetened by the new life…The dreamer in me wants to lie on the new grass, in the new light, and breathe in all the little sparkles of joy that come with the scent..can you tell I got hit by the Spring euphoria? It gets me every year…sometime I fall madly in love with everything I touch… well, mostly…sometimes I just feel like I’m melting all over my own soul, trying to cover my core with as much of outside me as I can, so that “inner me” can get a little shelter from the madness around…

And without failure, every Spring, my thoughts take a life of their own, running the show and leaving me breathless…and memories become more than past, they become history….they scrape names of people and places all over my heart, making everything permanent, changing the tune of my every day song….like a scratch on my favorite CD….yes, CD, I like iTunes, but I like to carry my history in a bag, too….

And once in a blue moon there’s a gust of wind blowing my hair off of my face… carrying sweet words…soothing and vibrant…playing my heart like a harp, and clenching my guts in a tight fist… and someone steals all the air, and I cannot speak… Ah, Spring! Living the hype, and, as the echo said…loving life… one huge second at a time.

Don’t open the box!

Why is it that every time one hears the”don’t do it” warning, the words go in through one ear and out through the other? And even worse, the temptation is so great, that the box gets opened before anyone can utter “stop!”.

It’s very seldom that any child will take the warning seriously and “not open the box”. And those who take it serious are the exception to the rule. So here I go, again, the child in me opening the box, just because someone told me not to…I really should know better! But that little voice inside my brain, the one that stays there quiet most of the times, gets bored on occasions, and starts dictating all sorts of unexpected commands…sometimes I wish it would just shut up!…but as I do not control it, although I should be able to control my own system, brains and all, it sends me off to the most exciting adventures…the most recent one being the pretty box that I hold so dear because I keep believing that it has so many precious gems, but it only hides scary stuff…every time…this time it was snakes… stuck the hand in, got bitten, took the hand out…Oh, well! Lesson learned…again! For how long? I don’t know, five minutes? Five weeks? For a while?…I’ll have to stick with that. Every other time I said forever it turned out to be wrong…

The one things that really bugs me is how unreliable my own self is…selling me out for a little nothing… That goes to show ya’! Ya’ can’t trust anybody! Not even yourself!