5.7.11


40 unbirthdays for Chris' 40th birthday.....

12.4.11

Sakura










Cherry Blossom girl
sitting on the tree
listening to the choir
fell back to the pink freckled grass
in the arms of her lover.


Menina da flor de cerejeira
sentada na arvore esbelta
ouvindo o coro cantar
pulou na grama rosada
nos bracos de seu amado.

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The Quad, U.W.
April 9.11
Photo: John Cuthberg

28.3.11

8 hours/8years

Queria ter saido correndo atras dele. O moco nem tinha acabado de sair pela porta e me beijado um bom dia e cinco minutos depois queria sair correndo, alcanca-lo na ladeira pra dizer que ja estava com saudades, que ele nao fosse trabalhar, que ficassemos em casa, debaixo das cobertas aos beijos.
Nao fui. Fiquei com preguica, decidi ir ao café,usar o free wi-fi e beber coca-cola (nao bebo café e nao tinha vontade de chai. Era uma tarde ensolarada e pop).
Mais tarde, depois de algumas tacas de vinho e miojo de galinha com Sara, me deu vontade de novo. De pegar o onibus e ir surpreende-lo no trabalho. De chegar de surpresa no final do expediente, ele limpando a cozinha, o rock and roll ainda Rolando no bar. Dei uns passos em direcao ao ponto de onibus, desisti. Depois, ja mais perto de casa, virei pra direcao do ponto de novo e mais uma vez desisti. E se ele ja tivesse saido e houvesse desencontro? Em 2 horas ja ia chegar mesmo e alem do mais tens que dormir cedo pra facilitar a madrugada de amanha. Etc e tal. Malditos pensamentos conformistas e responsaveis! De onde voces aparreceram assim de fininho?
Escrevi uma cartinha de amor atras de um mini poster do Cheech Chong, colquei junto com a caixa de peeps rosa choque que comemora o comeco da temporada de Peepscore. Mais um mini poster do Family Guy - It’s a Trap (Star Wars Special) e do Machete e umas sedas Raw. Fui dormir mais tranquila.Tinha recuperado minha compostura. Me redimi do pecado do dia: cedi a tentacao da rotina, do atalho, da bobotizacao.
Quando ele chegou casa e me beijou dormindo, entramos, juntos e de novo, no mundo que eh so nosso. Numa noite que eh mais magia que descanso, num rendezvous calmo e infinito.


I wanted to run after him. The guy had just kissed me goodbye and walked out the door and five minutes later I felt the urge to bolt down the hill and tell I already missed him terribly, skip work and lets get under the covers and cuddle. I didn’t. Got lazy, decided to go to the coffee shop use the free wi-fi and drink coca-cola (I don’t drink coffee, didn’t feel like chai. It was a sunny pop day).
Later, after a few glasses of wine and top ramen with Sara, I felt the urge again. To pick him up at work and surprise him, closing the kitchen, rock and roll still playing in the bar, Pioneer Square on a Friday night. I started to walk to the bus stop and changed my mind. Again, closer to home, I turned to the direction of the stop and again decided against it. What if he already left and we miss each other? But he will be here in 2 hours and I should go to bed early and get at least 7 hours sleep. Etc and blablabla. God damn this ridiculous thoughts of laziness and responsibility! Where the hell to you come from? I am not that old yet!
So I wrote a little letter on the back of the Cheech Chong mini poster and attached to a new box of bright pink Peeps to celebrate the beginning of the Peepscore season. A couple more mini posters from Blockbuster’s close out sale (Family Guy - It’s a Trap (Star Wars Special) and Machete) and some RAW rolling papers. I fell asleep happier. I was myself again, redeemed from the sin of laziness, routine, shortcuts and of boxification of life.
When he walked in the door and kissed me good dreams, we entered, together and again, back into a world that is only hours. In a night that is more magic and moon than rest. In a calm and endless rendezvous.

23.3.11

Cannabis markets


Time flies and things change all the time, no need to say, right? But it doesn't seize to amaze me.
I arrive back in Seattle to lots of new buildings (ugly ones) and weed dispensaries. Yes. Weed markets. So it's now decriminalized to smoke in the city. Soon to be on the ballots for legalization. I can get a card, a medical marijuana card, walk into a shop (with bullet proof windows and security systems that remind you of a bank) and look through a menu or a display of the 'Best buds of the week'. I can purchase and leave, I can grow in my house. It's a new age of semi freedom.
It bother me to think that with no doubt your name goes into some black list when you get this medical card. The consequences are yet unknown even though I haven't heard any bad stories about it. Otherwise, you are free like you are suppose to be with a lot of other issues. Free to grow a plant, smoke it and be responsible for the consequences. Free to choose.

http://legalmarijuanadispensary.com/

17.3.11

A good food day

Homemade granola for Zach, bolo de fuba for Nancy ( in the 'no empty container returned policy' ), twice baked potato and tomato soup for us.

Storm

Candelabro com velas altas e amarelas, luzinhas de natal em volta da janela de madeira pintada de branco, cadeira de designer por 12 dolares num brecho de cidade pequena, bibliotecas publicas com filmes de Roman Polanski com Catherine Deneuve, 5 sacolas de vegetais e frutas por metade do preco num mercado mexicano do outro lado da cidade, motoristas de onibus com placas “SMILE” no vidro da frente (o que nos levou pro Mercado), balsas que ligam um pedaco de agua com o outro. Cozinhando com o Chris noite apos noite ouvindo a radio publica que so toca jazz. La fora um temporal. Faz frio, venta e chove.

A tall yellow candle in a chandelier, Christmas lights strung around de painted wood window, designer chair for 12,50 in a small town thrift store, public libraries with free Roman Polanski and Catherine Deneuve’s 1965 movie, 5 bags of groceries in a mexican market on the other side of town, bus drivers with SMILE signs all over the bus (that took us do the discount veggie store), ferries that connect a body of water with another. Cooking with Chris night after night by the sound of NPR’s incredible jazz. Outside it’s stormy. It’s cold, it blows and it rains.