Maybe I Left Myself In Boston

Creaturas de Sol

Released

2009

Where to Find it?

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Track list

1. Mosca & Sol

2. Más a menudo

3. Por México

4. Imposible

5. Mentira, mentira

6. Sub marino sub terráneo

7. Media botella

8. Es mejor llorar

9. Circa

I've been silly before.  I found this tumblr kind of pathetic yesterday.  It may be worth the while... I'll keep it and take it in another direction I guess.  We talked briefly yesterday.  Your laughter is still short, round, just short of sweet only sweet.  Still makes me skip a beat or two.  You wrote "butterflies".  I tried yet again.  Felt silly but not really bad.  You shared some more infinitely intimate lines.  I'm starting to "get it".  Our sun is eclipsed by this giant supermassive imploded star.  No one understands those.  But they're scary and nothing stands in their way.  I miss your hug.

The Poet

Poet: Was this pasta boiled at all? It tastes like it came from the 3rd or 9th Circle of Hell!

Waiter: I'll admit it's a little Al Dante, sir, but...

Portrait / Retrato CM2 / 2007 Noel X

Self Portrait / Auto retrato / 2009

Broken

#1

-

Is not music a stucture of time

made

with figures of animal emotions

laid

on spirit; equal parts ordeal, fantasy & poison?

#2

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I was terrified, then compelled, then terrified again

I was compelled then to throw away all

and start a new ... call it violet violence ... dream

of selfless night and candid day

by you; a child of flight a howl of wounds, wish, silence.

#3

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In that moment a squence of long lost crystal bells quieted the night

Some elven veil slipped down from my ears to my bare feet

I felt naked, as there fell

the 20,000 moon tones of choral mischief over flowing crush.

#4

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I could hear                                           a rush

a blush

a blur of blooming moments marked by

this raining organism of silence and time

I had lost this music. I embraced you. It found me.

You said goodbye. you said farewell.  you said godspeed.

Springtime & pure beauty, this april past.

This is how it felt, inside, when we ate on the floor.

A man

I have been a man of monster mornings

for you

But I can see you wear terrible better

and dark

I will be a man of iron

when you need pry broken chains

I will be a man of stone

when you need temples built

I will be a man of fire

if you need to burn down to the ground

I will be a man of derelict clouds

if you need reasons on lighthouses

I will be a man of constellations

if you need to find your way

I will be a man of river

if you need to sow and found

I will be a man of bones

if you need to bury the waters, the nebulae, the melting

If you need to rest your storm and your Iron

I will be a man.

Me at Cirque Magique.  Somone loved me at that time.  I understand what it is to not be able to reciprocate, absolutely, totally. Eternal gratitude and happiness to her.