Saeta

Saeta.
The very term, with its double meaning, has a thrill to it.
The thrill of flight.
Its words you translated from your language to mine.
I could hear the music,
See your Christ in the lines,
Feel the passion,
The devotion and the agony.

The Christ of your language is alive - even in death
Warm.
"Ours" feels cold, cerebral, rigid.
No true passion,
Only cold sweat.

Individuality

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears.

--Henry Thoreau

Solitude

It must be a spirit much unlike my own which can keep itself in health and vigor without sometimes stealing from the sultry sunshine of the world, to plunge into the cool bath of solitude.

--Nathaniel Hawthorne, 'Footprints on the Seashore'

The Atlantic

I stopped just short of the water line,
Savoring the anticipation.
Wading in slowly, reveling in the thought of a new body of water.

Waves to my calves, I stood and gazed in the direct I called home.
It was disorienting, facing the wrong way.

When I finally emerged,
I didn't want to rinse my feet.

I am not greedy

I am not greedy; I do not seek to possess the major portion of your days.

I am content if,
On those rare occasions
When truth can be
Stated only by poetry,
You will, perhaps,
recall an image -
even only the aura
of my films.

And what more could I possibly ask as an artist than that your most precious visions, however rate, assume sometimes, the forms of my images.

--Maya Deren

Blossoms

The thing I love about cherry blossoms
Is that one day they seem suddenly just there
Overflowing with abundance and beauty

They remind me that life
Occurs in an instant

Plata quemada

- ¿Te importaba?
- No, era un lugar donde esconderse, nada más.

- Did you care about her?
- No, she was a just place to hide, that's all.

--Plata quemada (Burnt Money)