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Maybe I left myself in Boston

I'm walking home tonight.

Maybe I left myself in the station

my pieces, stayed the while.

-

I'm calling

You're sleeping

I'm buying myself a couple of packs.

And

you're phasing

I'm fading out

I'm gazing myself a couple stars

Wall Street Type Drama

[Indoors]

Boss: That's all grand and great, but just remember /pride/ is the number one killer of good decision

CockyTalented: Lack of foresight is the number one killer of good decisions

Boss: If your pride wasn't making you goofy, you'd see being gracious to your boss makes them more inclined to be gracious back to you when you finally mess up

CockyTalented: -IF, I mess up

[long stares]

Boss: You just messed up right now

[Leaves, turns just before exiting through door]

CockyTalented: it was a good decision

Mercurial

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Develazulejos

No juro cosas

ahora

pero en el Jardín de Infantes

yo juraba cada día encontrar los duendes que me sonreían desde la silla

yo juraba calmar el ardor de la sed de venganza, con venganza

por todos los necios, cobardes, mentirosos y sadistas

aunque no conocía esas palabras todavía

Hacer el espacio requerido para disfrutar el jugo rojo en la cajita azul (lo máximo)

no era necesario y juraba brindarle cajitas azules a todas mis queridas

y juraba mantener las lágrimas lejos y la sonrisa cerca

de todas ellas

juré

y olvidé.

Pero este febrero, llegaste y develaste aquella antigua incumbencia

y ahora no olvido

y tengo una mano en el bolsillo

porque la otra esconde un azul rojo en mi espalda.

-- H.A. & A 2010.

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.

Composer's Showreel.  A showcase of my orchestral or made for screen/stage music.

Updated 2011 Feb 15. H.A. Del Manzano © 2011.

Independent, fully equipped Composer's recording studio.  Final result's in any format, using industry standard ProTools or Ableton Live Software. Generative Music also possible. Flagship Roland synth sounds. Vast world music library. Acoustic recording, vocals and sheet music possible.

Fruits in the middle of the street.

Like slow melodies in the middle of

that dream.

Possible Tracklist. This part is exciting :). #tentative #mockup

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...

Levántate y Camina

Levántate y camina, mujer, levántate y camina.

Estar tan cerca a la vida y a la muerte no se olvida.

estrecha mis brazos.

pídeme que te cuente.

cuenta las formas en que anido

formas en las nubes para que tu las encuentres,

alas en las almohadas para que despiertes

solo cerca de las uves y las idas

arriba donde todo parece fácil.

La gema pendiente no brilla para todos

desde el centro de tu aire caliente

que te eleva también pero te pide cosas

que eres y te cansan; brilla para mi.

Mis brazos no cansan

mi contar no cobra y no termina

no cambia sólo la vida en tu vida

si mueres, para mi. Lentamente.

Levántate y camina, ahora, no esperes.