How could this happen, Jade?

How could this happen, Jade? 

I will never forget your lucidity and opulence,

Acknowledging that wherever you are healing will be:

Feather of fire, crystallized wheel, brilliant desire.

I will let you to freely conquer spheres of inhibition,

Recognizing your legacy in every atom of myself:

Finger within ring, vaporized gem, unstoppable glow.

Jade?

Times 4OK. 

Jade…  

The 25th of December

I woke up at the magic hour of the 25th of December,

There was a subtle beauty in the light and I was the floating amber.    

In the golden ceremony I was just a pure vibrating member, 

And the calmed seas overflowed my windows with peaceful numbers. 

That morning told me a new true about perfection,

And all those magician birds were the chorus creator of that dimension.

And then I felt your body,

And I couldn’t even speak:

I was at the peak, at the very border, at the waterfall of my weakness transition with a video recorder.  

And I smiled. 

I am a fragile and complex sphere,

With Air, Fire, Earth and Water inside my hemispheres.

I have been waiting for you so long,

Take my fruit and you will become a song.     

What an enchanted dawn,

What a balanced morning,

I shoot you with my true hoping not to cease until my Diaspora.        

A Quiet Immersion

Presenting A Quiet Immersion, an ode to silence, because image is our mother language. Humankind needs sounds and images to represent their emotions and their history in this planet, because they mark its identity. We embrace silence and we believe it moves us to the dimensions of our eternal memory. 

The Memory of the Waters

Every night I can hear the waves hitting the rocks with all the fury of the sea, it’s now like music to me.  It reminds me my lover; it reminds me the night of my soft sacrifice.  That beautiful, colorful and enlightened night when everyone came to Earth from everywhere just to testify those times.  I was so innocent and transparent: I was like a drop of pure gold falling down into your aggressive waters.  They were waiting for me…  But suddenly I woke up and I was another person in another body.  I was so confused and I asked myself, “what was that?”,  while I was trying to recover my breath, crying.  No response, no answers but the deep silence of the night.   “It’s just a dream”, I thought…    

LA PROMETIDA

Estuve casi toda la tarde observàndo el volar de las gaviotas desde el madero.  Tenìa una ansiedad exorbitante causada por la mala espera de la retrasada embarcaciòn que me recogerìa para cruzar el mìstico y peligroso Pacìfico.  Esta era la aventura de mi vida, y lo sabìa de antes.  Desde pequeño siempre sentì curiosidad por el comportamiento de los distintos océanos, por còmo operar un buque y por conocer otras tierras con sus extraños.  Ya estaba listo para ello, y cabe mencionar que en la escuela de marineros era un aprendìz distinguido.  Finalmente mi dìa habìa llegado y en el madero, en el muelle nùmero 3, sentìa tantas emociones encontradas que mis ojos humedecìdamente agradecìan a la vida mientras miraban una gaviota que me sobrevolaba.  Pero la desconsiderada sobre mì blanco uniforme descargò su excreta.  - ¡Maldita sea! - exclamè mientras tensionaba todos mis mùsculos. Para un marinero llevar sucio un uniforme no solo es una vergüenza, sino màs bien es una deshonra.  Y màs aun mi primer dìa abordo, en el cual serìa presentado a toda la tripulaciòn de buque y en el cual finalmente conocerìa mi Capitàn.  Y todos ellos se reirìan de la excreta en mi uniforme, y quizàs me sobrenombrarìan aludiendo a ello.  Eso no podìa ocurrir.  Agarrè mi equipaje y corrì a toda prisa hacia la avenida Ocèano en busca de cualquier restaurante poseedor de sanitarios para poder limpiar mi honor. Los primeros dos restaurantes no poseeìan tales serviciòs, el tercero sì pero no podìa usarlo sin ser cliente.  Asì que comprè una botella de Coca-Cola y entrè al cuarto de Caballeros.  Despuès de luchar varios minutos discretizando esa mancha emprendì marcha en direcciòn al embarcadero.  En la distancia podìa ver mi barco en el muelle, y corrìa aun màs ràpido.  Mientras màs me acercaba podìa apreciar sus infinitos detalles, su magnitud, su perfecto diseño y podìa leer su nombre: LA PROMETIDA.  Làgrimas corrìan por mi rostro, era este mi destino, y lo tenìa justo frente a mì, esperàndome.  Ya casi llegaba al muelle nùmero 3 cuando notè que el buque ya zarpaba. Corrìa mientras gritaba - ¡Esperen por mì! - con el corazòn en la voz.  Gritè, gritè y volvì a gritar en el muelle nùmero 3, pero no fue suficiente para detener el buque en el cual suponìa yo estar.  El viento empujaba las velas de la embarcaciòn, la que cortaba el mar como navaja.  Yo no no sabìa còmo reaccionar.  Yo no sabìa què hacer o con quièn hablar: me quedè completamente inmòvil y el silencio penetrò mi propia esfera.  Simplemente permanecì observando el barco perderse en el sol, astro que se perdìa en el horizonte.     

THE GREAT COUPLE (Overall)

The short story captured for the screen takes place in the Great Plains, under the Great Depression in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. A place where all the land is infertile after the great drought.  As there are frequently dust storms, dust has impregnated every nook of the land where the old farm is located. Memories of what was “the good times” still remain.

Character A is Franklin (age is late 60’s), the heir to the farm which has belonged to his family for more than three generations. His wife, Character B, is Eleanor (age is early 60’s), a passionate woman, who has cast aside her ambitions to maintain the farm and stand by her man. She sits by, watching her man fulfill his purpose. Prior to the drought - they were used to their “petite bourgeoisie” lifestyle. However after the economic collapse and the drought that has captured their land, they are now living in poverty - a notion that echoes throughout the nation.

The short film starts when Franklin is coming home with an agonizing mutton, covered in sand in his arms, to supply food to his table that night. The surrounding turmoil has created an emotional instability within the couple. The fire in their relationship has long burnt out and is now strained.  They are one of those speechless couples - primarily because Franklin has seen the collapse of the farm in his hands, and that makes him feel as though he has failed.  

They are going through another phase in their relationship and the scene takes place as an awkward, speechless, dinner where they appear together on the porch of their farmhouse.  Franklin detects another dust storm is approaching, which is a common occurrence in this area - however this one seems to be stronger than previous ones.  To prepare for the approaching storm,  Franklin starts to cover all the windows of the farmhouse with boards - as the storm is expected to arrive shortly.  

The couple move inside the farmhouse and the next scene takes place in the living room, under the glowing lamplight. The couple are sitting, facing each other. The dialogue commences as the couple believe that the storm outside is not empathetic to their situation.  Eleanor reveals her decision to leave the farm after the storm, going East where she plans to live out the rest of her days. Franklin opposes the desire of his wife: “Because you belong to me and I belong to this place”, he says.  She starts to interrogate him - asking him why he has changed? Why he doesn’t love her anymore?  The interrogation becomes quite an intense fight and escalates to the point that she takes out her rifle and aims it at him. In retaliation, he picks up his rifle and aims it back at her.  

The surrounding storm becomes stronger. They raise their voices to be heard over the noise and they start moving closer to each other. They begin to confront their living situation as the storm shakes the house.

As the house jolts, she accidentally triggers the rifle she is holding and shoots her husband in the middle of his right hand, resulting in a hole in his palm. He collapses on the floor in pain and as the house lurches, she falls down on top of him.

They begin to think they will die due to the extremity of the storm. Franklin tells Eleanor he is sorry for neglecting their relationship and makes her a promise - that if they survive the storm, they will go to the East.  But if they should die during the night, he wants her to know that he never stopped loving her.   

The final scene commences with the sunrise in the distance and the farmhouse badly damaged in the forefront. Tools and various farming apparatus are strewn across the farm. The couple have survived. They make their way out of the farmhouse - ready to commence their journey East.

In a touching moment of tenderness, Franklin embraces Eleanor as they look back at their entire lifes work - now in ruins. Franklin is in denial that they are leaving the farm and concerns about their future fill his head. Whereas Eleanor knows they will be fine.

She retrieves a small knife from her pocket, brings it up to her mouth and pierces her gum - releasing a golden tooth - smothered in blood. She holds it up to Franklin, who is in shock, as he was unaware of the existence of the tooth and the monetary value his wife had kept hidden from him for all these years.   

The couple are last seen leaving the farm, as the camera pans the horizon - revealing the vast emptiness of the land.

AMOR DISTANTE

Dibujo cuadrados en mi cuadriculado cuaderno 
Cuando descuidadamente cuadré tu conección,

Cascada al pecho cuyo fin perdernos

En manantiales de orgasmos de labios en creación.  

Mi piel reconociendo la tentadora mulata tuya

En escondites clandestinos de amantes caribeños,

Donde no hay tierra ni mar que dividan la furia,

De dos cuerpos de vida eterna que en el ron se hacen añejos.

¿A qué galaxia perteneces, amor mío? ¿Es la distancia nuestro sacrificio de amor? ¿Cuanto tiempo hemos estado esperándonos? ¿Solo lo difícil es bello?