te amo Jeff

 

 

I’d like to dedicate this hopeful little book to all of the songs to come. Yours and mine. To all of those moments yet to unfold where we find ourselves awake to a possibility we hadn’t anticipated. To all of the songs like windows, open just enough for us to make our escape, and to all of the songs like windows, closed and clear enough in a dim light to see our own reflection and be reminded of who we are. Not one of these songs to come will save any of us for very long. But keep writing and waiting and watching life as it reveals itself to us slowly over time. Each song and each act of creativity, indeed, is an act of defiance in a world that often feels determined to destroy itself. The songs we have yet to write will always be more important than the songs we’ve already sung, and certainly more important than the songs we never bring to life. I hope you, dear reader, will take this book in the spirit it was written—as a humble request to write your one song today and tomorrow and each day after that. We have a choice—to be on the side of creation, or surrender to the powers that destroy.

 

 

 

 

ensayo de un poema eterno

 

 

un día en Ivan Rosado

Básicamente me quisieron destruir 

De maneras sutiles

ni tan sutiles

pero destruirme al fin 

Acá estoy 

Sobreviví

como la nena en el tren que llora

sin que su madre pueda calmarla 

"está aburrida"

dice otra señora

ahí tenés 

educación sentimental 

angustiarse

       otra forma 

de disfrutar

 

“Me parece espectacular 4 personas, me parece espectacular 250 personas. Hemos leído hasta para nosotras mismas. (...) De lo que no están a la altura es de sus propias expectativas, no de las nuestras. (...) No esperábamos nada y aun así logran decepcionarnos”.