l'air

suffocated with love. to gasp for breath--an inspiration of dream-scent. my eyes lid over with liquid to spare myself the loss of the moment. can one vision, one incidentless afternoon be everything you've ever seen or known or wanted?
the same pilgrimage from another approach almost brought me to my knees today. godless, even deathless as I am this close to 21. twenty-one. curving up the path alongside the lit-green hill, a tall holly bush shifting and whispering with the wind of the sun, I looked up and over and found myself in Cape Breton, climbing to draw eye-level with those irregular giants of stone and earth. people's voices played the part of distant shoal-bound waves and hungry gulls. the city stretched out blue to the horizon and for a moment I thought I saw a boat coming in.
have safe harbor in my heart, hope. I'll care for you as you do bouy my spirit and draw me out into strange waters. when worlds multiply, divide, and shimmer to and from existance before my eyes, how can I say I lack? if I lack it's only for breath. give me air again and again and I'll give you all I have, life.

city of love

Madrid!

Lispy love for six wonderful days. Yes, I forsookd my adopted nation for the sake of a wee week with Sophie in Madrid, which as it turns out is not nearly as drab or dreadful as the name would have you think. The buildings are bright, the weather is fine, and anywhere you go you can order a melted chocolate bar in a cup to drink! The city plan looks totally organic, but the individual mullets are so greased as to look synthetic. Speaking of mullets, I stayed with Sophie in her new home, which is also home to Jose, a flamenco guitar instructor/professional adorable skeezball and his giant puppydog, Timaron. Sophie and I did many things but not nearly enough to sate Sophie's spirit of hospitality. I, however, was well-sated, sedated, so happy to be with a dear friend and out of Paris for a bit. The Spanish smile, how about that? Anyway, the amazing thing about this post is that it will not feature even one picture of me eating.

It will, however, feature this Spanish man exercising his freedom of speech while biting his tongue.



And here is a "House Occupied by Women"...also loud, but pretty awesome.



Saturday night Sophie and I wanted to paint the town red, buuuut they only had blue paint so here you go. Anyway isn't this a wickedcool building?


Then I got hit by a car. Also this was in a Mexican bar that was terribly overpriced but just so cute that it lured us in twice (there were swings for bar stools!) Here I've just had my first ever mojito...finally I'm an American teenager.


This other day was super warm and wonderful, much like Sophie.


Here she transfigures her hands into a bird quite accidentally.


This picture did not capture the scene. Yet I post it anyway...


Cats!!!


Here I will take a curtsy and leave you be.

(please notice my new coat!)