Ramona Cabrera

White Rose

Sacudiendo el Prisma

El rayo solar se proyecta más limpio que nunca
entre las grietas de mi vestido de ladrillos;
aquellos protegidos por el Instituto de Cultura que se edificaron sobre mis Titanes ...ciegos...santos...juanes...

Recuerdate que te veo.
Entre cada llanto negro te veo.
Junto a cada risa blanca te veo.

Detrás de tu máscara, destellos grises se asoman y
se afincan sobre mi bastón de erizos.
No te incan mis agujas...cada una fue un implante rencoroso por los mismos que te han robado pestañas de tus almendras.
Se completa el personaje con este encuentro.
Mis púas, veneno...
El firmamento de tu mirada, antídoto del deseo...

Un arco iris monocromático dividido
...hacemos once gradiantes de orgasmos.

Trenzada crianza rioja se inyecta por ley kármica a mi reloj de arena.
Seis años de anemia ...
Transfusión muy esperada.

Esta bóveda celeste no tiene oído para interruptores sin colores.

Beautiful Ranger

One year of service
That's what I promised myself...

"Sir...do you see everything in Black and White???"
Just you...I SAW YOU...REMEMBER?

"Vaguely...I was vogueING at the stars that season and honestly didn't have the patients to recognize new kids parading around my FORT."
Yeah..that ego of yours turned against the words I wrote on your hand; that, BTW, does not fit your body. (The MOON is in your EYES)

"I work for a Beach Boy...and the beach has been out of service since I saw you out of the [moving picture] and washed my hand from your pulse. It's a REAL problem for business, YOU ? KNOW."
I SAW YOU...

"Yeah...well, she saw me FIRST and I promised myself NEVER again to digress. I am so over the HERMIT ROLE...as long as you know and you are ok with the fact she will beckon me again and again...WE CAN hang for a while, you CAN pimp my style and we CAN PUSH and KISS envelopes."
I needed you to wake me...I was about to go back to her domain.

"Yeah...I know...they are very similar; mine lacks the STUFF and STYLE and hers lacks the HEART and CHARACTER...but, we decided to stop disagreeing about that and just work together. She's aware of you...you told me the first day of her kiss, I saw her smile invade my Court, and my father printed a google pic, yesterday, of her {I wonder what made him choose the 1976 one next to the fountain I painted many years later}. I haven't even talked to him about her since the last time I told him I would marry her. {#5 BTW....but, who's counting these days xcept for the mystics}"
I can throw you a better party...You know?

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, C.C.; but I'm just warning you...I already have an M.C. and I do trade angels and collect monsters...But, she's not up for discussion...It's not about love and HATE anymore, it's about timing"
Sure...princess, whatever you say. Go into the shower with me and let my face and tears spatter all over your naked body...The kids wanted me to find you...they guided me towards your dimmed spotlight; ...YOU ARE THE STAR in my book.

"Forgive me...I am very content with my role. I love being a back-up dancer with a great ass. Close the curtain and start working... polish me."

Dom PerQuixote

Too many elevens in the equation, Dom.
What are you trying to tell us..."The Fast and the Furious"...to beware of twins.
Too late...they've been poppin up all over without the help of any Gestapo.
What is the Final solution for this year?
An OB pregnancy test tells us that compassion and fear projected through eloquence CAN CAUSE high temperatures; therefore enhancing the desperate call of the Core. The less we feel alive under us...the more we stray from our Director's Seat in a personal setting. We are trying to keep spirit in constant circulation...and the breaks IN/not OUT. Failing miserably at it, though. Ignorance is not BLISS for those of us who are able to understand that not knowing about certain things can heighten other senses; which in turn maintains balance in this cent driven senseless cemented structure. Walls aren't talkin anymore, they're screaming to be broken, and... GUESS WHAT??? They're GREATLY BROKE. Eleven pairs of two still can be equal to two. Cheers and no more tears! Don Quixote opened the BOOK.

Declaration of an Online Skit...so

"So..what am I training for?"
A triathlon dear.
"I see."
Every how many years?
"Well, YOU entered the race...guess what...you have the power to decide."
Does EVERYONE?
"Not yet...not for a very long (registrable)time."
Is this classified?
"What do you think?"
I think I have to ask myself if I'm done with the SILLY questions and delusional behavior."
The answer is NO.

Well then...let her into your soil already. I can't....Rosita told me my soil wasn't fertile enough yet for gardening. I DO value HER opinion THAT MUCH.
Excuses....

Its time to accept I have been, keep being and always will be a part of your life.
(No...not the Fidel/Pope flashback again...please...be a little more original)
I CAN TALK ABOUT IT NOW...YOU KNOW.
"Can you handle the FLAMES from the cotton tree?"
Probably not as well as you by now; but the simulator has helped me to shape, mold and adjust.

What is REAL?
"What you do to me every time....YOU wake me into that GRID we share. We don't have to be tacky and call the area by the NUMBER. It IS too much to take in so fast...during every triathlon I realize I will take On years in minutes soon and thereafter in seconds and so on.... It isn't an accident every time we crack the code again with the apparition of a new character. We keep writing ourselves closer and closer together and I choose to embrace it..."

Even if it must be from afar...
Seems more magical...
That appreciation from a distance.

"Doesn't it?" YES....
It is a condition that condiments my life.
The belief that WE ALL have the power to open a portal of light and share it...without necessarily being physical.
REALLY....No...relay.