Friday, March 25, 2005

Jell-O sqares, forks and stuff

So he asked her "hey, how I’m supposed to eat my jell-o squares with a fork? Don’t you have a spoon?" She just looked at the guy and laughed, "No, we're out of spoons!" He looked puzzled at her, and then took the fork and poked on those jell-o squares. It was impossible to eat jell-o squares with a fork. Throwing the fork aside he sighed and started chewing those jell-o squares bare handed. Those jell-o squares shake and flipped and moved all around. It was hard getting them into the mouth without a spoon. Andrew was so concentrated on eating his jell-o squares that he did not notice a beautiful lady coming right next to him. She was paying close attention until he realized he was being watched. He turns at her. She looks back with a puzzled face. "Hi, how's it going?" saluted Andrew and sipped another lemon square into his mouth. She laughs quite a bit and now Andrew has the intriguing face.
--"Hi, I’m Sam... Gosh, you look gross but really funny eating those jell-o squares"
--"Well, what did you expect, they've got no fucking spoons in this shitful restaurant" replied Andrew, then sighed and calmed down a little... "Sorry, my name's Andrew... haven't got a nice day"
--"Well Andrew... strange to meet you, do you mind if I sit with you?" she was just amused by this guy who ate jell-o squares, freaked out at not having a spoon and a second latter was just nice and lovely.
He looked at her suspiciously. 'Why would this fair woman, curly black hair-- oh I love curly hair- sits next to me... oh well never mind'... "Hmmm... I guess so... and what’s strange about --?" He stopped half question and realized it would be really bizarre to find someone eating jell-o squares just with his or her hands. “Uhmm…Forget it”
So she sat down in front of him. "So... they just gave you the jell-o squares without a spoon?"
-- "Well they actually gave me a fork, but its no use eating jell-o squares with a spoon"
-- "That's bad shit... I've tried it a dozen times and always ended with a pool of chopped jell-o squares then I’d just take the bowl and drink'em as if it were cereal milk"
--"That's... ¿nice?" he said as taking another jell-o square, flipping it trough his hands and finally into his mouth
--"No its not... I've never done it, I just lied to you"
--"Eh... and why did you just do it?"
--"Just to see how you reacted," she giggled a little bit. Now Andrew was getting really confused by this woman. "You seem like a shy guy... "
Andrew was trying to say something against that, but it turned out to be true. "Eh... well... kind of... not really... its just a bad day.” He scratched the back of his neck trying to find something else to say.
--"How come? It looks like a pretty fresh spring day to me," She pointed out at the window. Then he turned and saw it was a nice cloudy spring day. And then saw lightning.... and one drop, two drops, three drops.... rainfall.
--"Hmmm... Pretty nice day, eh?" added Andrew in a sarcastically way. "Do you want some jell-o squares? I'm getting sick of 'em"
--"Oh well, thank you" She asked the waitress for a fork, and added in a daring way "This, is how you eat jell-o squares with a fork"
So, she placed the fork underneath a jell-o square, raised it to eye-level, and watched it fall down into the table. Andrew looked at her amused and with expectation. She placed the fork underneath the jell-o square again, this time it was on the table, then raised it again to eye level, and watched it fall down this time between her legs "oh my... this wasn't supposed to happen"
Andrew laughed, and looked at her in an "I told you it was impossible" half-smile... Samantha tried a couple more times with the same results, either it slipped between her legs, landed on the table, or made its way to the floor making a couple of waitress slip and do circus style maneuvers to stay on foot without throwing the dishes they were holding "Wow, three years coming here and never thought Mandy could do that!"
Sam grew with frustration and cried out loud, "You damned jell-o squares!" at the time she stroke her fist against the table. But on the way down her fist found out the fork, loaded with a pineapple jell-o square
"BANG" the square flew trough the air, Andrew watched helplessly as the shaking little mass was racing towards Sam's face. She noticed the small flavored stuff racing towards her and prepared for the inevitable... or was it possible to do something? Quickly her mouth opened and calculated where the damned yellow thing would fall. She turned her neck and saw it coming down. "This will be a piece of cake she thought, or rather a square of jell-o"
Her mouth was wide open and ready to chump on the freaking jell-o square. Her eyes closed and waited for it to fall down…
"SPLAT"
The holy thing had landed on her nose
Andrew couldn't help bursting into laughter as soon as she opened her eyes.
"Oh well... it was a nice try though."

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Puedes voltear hacia atras

Puedes hacerlo sola. No tengo duda alguna.
Eres asombroza. Eres intrigante. Eres hermosa. Podría admirar tu belleza y volver a enamorarme una vez mas. Siempre veré tus ojos y me ilusionaré al verme de vuelta en ellos, creyendo que en verdad son para mi. Tus cabellos me cautivan; radiantes, vivos, como si quisieran entre ellos. Mentira sería describir tu cuerpo.
Eres asombroza. Eres inrigante. Eres hermosa.
Más de un suspiro haz liberado. Más de una cabeza haz volteado. Más de una mirada haz atraido. Pero eres tan frágil. Necesitas tantos cuidados. Aún así, creo que puedes hacerlo sola. Eres... simple y sencillamente eres... No se quien eres.
Solo recuerda que puedes voltear hacia atrás...
Alomejor encuentres algo más que nosotros...
Solo recuerda que puedes voltear hacia atrás...
Y desde tu sepulcro vislumbrar la vida que ignoraste...

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Alkalina la vida del tiempo

En largas horas de colores
Matematicas agrias de la musica
Letras en baño de calle natural
por senda lapiz en pie del alma

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Y me di cuenta de algo

Y me di cuenta de esto. Las palabras existen. Son usadas todos los días. Un "Hola ¿como estas?", "Adios, te veo mañana","Te quiero", "No nos volveremos a ver","¿Dónde estas?","Necesito verte..." palabras, son sólo palabras. Más palabras. No podía huir de ellas. Estaban escritas. Estaban vivas. Estaban en el arie. Estaban en mi mente. ¿Qué hacian ahí dentro? Platicaban. Aún no se de que. Aún no estoy seguro porque. Pero al parecer les gustaba platicar. Creaban mis pensamientos. Crean mis pensamientos. Cambian mis sentimientos. Ellas me enseñan, me dicen que hacer. Soy un esclavo de las palabras. Estoy atenido a ellas. Sin ellas no valgo...
¿Cuanto vale una palabra?

"Ojos de hielo en proceso de derretirse...
Mi alma de papel buscando el amor...
Ese fuego para el que no estoy hecho...
Fuego busca a fuego... no a papel..."

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Beriet, Ziel, Freur

Una pequeña historia hecha mientras platicaba con Jean Faust... Mario No hard feelings...

Fausto estaba sentado frente a su computadora. Llevaba horas. No había comido, no había dormido, estaba cansado. Pero eso no lo preocupaba. Sabia que pronto vendria por el, no le quedaba mucho tiempo. Escucho los pasos que subian por los apartamentos, revisando cada cuarto, debajo de las camas, dentro de los closets. "Falta poco," pensó.
Siguió escribiendo, siguió en suspenso... siguió llorando. Llegaron al piso. Tres puertas. Escribía sus ultimas palabras. Dos puertas. Se despedía de sus familiares queridos. Una puerta. Ya estaba listo para cuando llegaron.
No tocaron la puerta. Tumbaron la puerta, Fausto estaba parado en el centro... lo derribaron.. lo llevaron arrastrando por las escaleras, finalmente lo pusieron contra la pared. Los Soldados se prepararon.
Se oyó la voz del general alemán "bereit(preparen)"... estaba decidido... fausto estaba a punto de ser ejecutado. "ziel(apunten"... Los que estaban alrededor se taparon los ojos... no querían ver…
"HALT" grito alguien de entre las personas...
La sombra se acerco al oficial alemán. Llevaba una gabardina y un paraguas para cubrirse de la lluvia... se acerco y le dijo unas palabras
Rápidamente los soldados se retiraron... entraron nuevamente al apartamento, y Fausto vio como, desde el quinto piso, un hombre salía volando.
Agradecido se acerco a la sombra y le pregunto que dicho para cambiar de parecer a los alemanes:

"…Mario geh am ersten..."