Grizzly Bear

Dedicated to the weary crew that went camping
(and surived) in Sequoia National Park:

If you ever meet a grizzly bear
You must never never never ask him where he is going,
Or what he is doing,
For if you ever ever dare,
To stop a grizzly bear,
You will never meet another grizzly bear.

- Grizzly Bear, Mary Austin
taken from The Best Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

Sequoia National Park: Crystal Cave

(c) Leopoldina Productions

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"...es tan corto al amor,
y es tan largo el olvido."

- Pablo Neruda, XX Puedo escribir los versos

Every little bit

It's funny how a morning turns a love to shame. Disguised and disfigured. and you thought I tasted like rain. There`s nothing here but a shadow. nothin here. Now you know.There's nothin here but the shadow, and now you know. I spit, I spit in the eye. I tear, I tear out my heart. and I scatter the bits. I stay unseen by the light. I stay untold by the truth. I'm sold by a lie. By this I am able in all of my travels. To make these memories quit. But tonight I clearly recall every little bit.

I can chew like a cannibal. I can yell like a cat. I even had you believing that I really really like it like that. But there was never a moment. Not a moment. Now you know. Now you know. Now you know you never got within a hundred million miles of my soul. I spit, I spit in the eye. I tear, I tear out my heart. And I scatter the bits. I stay unseen by the light. I stay untold by the truth. I'm sold by a lie. By this I am able in all of my travels. To make these memories quit. But tonight I clearly recall every little bit.

You left open the window till the morning. And the winter walked in. Reality fired her wooden bullet. Splintered under our skin. They say I'm walking on freedom. This is freedom. Now I know. NowI know I still don't blame you for leaving, baby. It's cold living with ghosts. I spit, I spit in the eye. I tear, I tear out my heart. and I scatter the bits. I stay unseen by the light. I stay untold by the truth. I'm sold by a lie. By this I am able in all of my travels. To make these memories quit. But tonight I clearly recall every little bit.

every little bit, patty griffin

a small violin

I watched you watching me
with large nervous eyes
beneath the marlboro red haze
pretending not to see
pretending not to remember

a small violin echoed
a sad melody in response
down the dirty alleyway
and i turned my head
so you wouldn't hear the tears

so i couldn't taste
the way things were
(before the war of words)
before the glass fell
shattering in the shadows

before we both turned and
walked our seperate directions
two familiar strangers
pretending not to see
pretending not to remember

a small violin, by leopoldina dewinter