Monday, September 11, 2006

For you by Vibreo

I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smoothness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric furr, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh....And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new

E. E. Cummings

Strange how true these words ring even though they were written by another. While I read it i think of her, like bells they ring in my head and they make me remember the times we've passed in each others arms, in our passion. I wonder how I could be so lucky. I look at pictures of us and I think of "Beauty and the Beast." Today I dedicate to her everything that is beautiful on this planet, every flower, star, ocean view, sunset and sunrise, every open field and stormy sea.I dedicate to her a shooting star and a full moon, a rose and a silver necklace, a lit candle in a room of crystal. I dedicate to her the glorious colors of the quetzal and brilliant shades of a stormy sky. I dedicate to her the open fields of flowers in Germany, and the mountains of Monterrey. I dedicate to her a good night sleep, a chocolate truffle and a goodnight kiss.

Monday, September 04, 2006

First Grade by Vibreo

My 1st grade teacher was either Mrs. Janet Schooly, I don't remember if she had us call her Mrs. Janet or Mrs. Schooly but she didn't like one of them. I remember Mrs. Janet was an elderly woman but she always had a smile. That was the year I entered UIL in the story telling section. I don't remember what days they were but I would go to the second grade hall to a room I no longer remember and the teacher would have us listen to a story and then retell it from memory. I remember the teacher thought I was talented and enjoyed hearing my story. The rules of the story telling were to tell the story well and to remember it well. I remember I had alot of fun with that. Thats how I spent the afternoons while my mom worked I waited for her in practice. In class Mrs. Schooly showed off the brand new computers we would work with. I remember nothing about those except that they existed. In first grade I had a friend named Steven de la Garza he was very white. I also was friends with Matthew whose last name I don't remember. In that grade I met Therese Mathers and liked a girl Alexus Fruia (even though she didn't like me at all). By now I had been moved to GT section of school (gifted and talented) so I was among the smart kids. If you ask me all kids are dumb my self included. I was in choir also, I believe the name of the choir teacher was Mr Garcia he had a beard but I'm not sure. He taught us some song about an alligator that sang Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do backwards and so to this day I can still say Do Ti La Sol Fa Mi Re Do rather quickly. Not many kids could do it, I could. This is also the year that I discovered 3 more things. The first is that ants are tasty, I would sit outside somedays and eat ants while I waited for my mother. I would let the ants climb crackers (that I don't remember how I got) and then just go to town. The second was that in the office there were little machines that if I put in a quarter I got a pencil. Some how I bought a pencil everyday, stole several pencils everyday and still managed never to have a pencil. This of course deals with two things fundamental to my behavior: 1. I like to break things as long as they are hard to break, 2. I am quite unfocused. Third I learned of the game "The Quiet Game", right now I realize this was an easy way for the teachers to shut me up. At that time I didn't care, I was KING of the quiet game. I couldn't be beat, I would sit without saying a word for 30 mins if I had to and I almost always won. The only reason I don't say I always won is because I seem to remember losing but I can't be sure. Anyway, that was first grade.