Saturday, May 9, 2009

I REMEMBER YOU




How often do I remember you?

Over the blue waters I see your face, feel your hands.
The wind carries my sigh over the waves murmur.
Shades of evening bring the missing smell of your hair, your breath.
The morning dew draws your figure in my window pane, as if weeping with me.
Breaking across the ocean’s flood, the swift rush of the waves call your name in mingled sounds of earth and air.
Like the rush of the sea or the sound of angels wings.

The sad stream of my love ran silently towards the stormy ocean of your life.
It wound through dark and light under all skies.
You never cared or shared my sigh.

Anna Maria

Saturday, May 2, 2009

SEASONS AND YOU




Old Autumn golden crown is showing its rays
Tints of spring are coming in with joy
For shelter or for shade the trees
Spread their green

Sunny and fragrant air
Bathes the morning dew

The beauty and the power of the seasons shine
In a close embrace

Summer golden pride is close
Its powerful perfumed breath feels near

Melodies of morning
I sang for you
Now I can’t hear your steps at my door
Time and life have moved on forgetting me behind.


Anna Maria

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

MORNING MIST AND SUNSHINE




Morning mist and sunshine
A beam of the sun
The murmur of the waves
Ages of moonlight
Over the calm ocean

I am the barren land
Waiting for your rain
Swaying in the wind
Hoping for magical moons
To shine

Through night and storm
Through starless and cold
Beams of life
Passion burns the stars
And keeps me alive


Anna Maria

Friday, April 24, 2009

SWEET DREAMS OF LOVE

Whispering love songs I embrace the moon
The stillness and silence of your hands on my face
Cupping my cheeks to hold my tears
Their feathery touch makes my blood sing.

Days of silence, days of waiting and feeling empty
Your touch is the beginning of a fiery emotion and gives way
to tears of joy.

Sweet dreams of love

Anna Maria

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A MELODY OF LOVE

A melody may teach a lover where love is.
Silver dressed in the moonlight, bathed by heaven and the evening star
a melody of gold tangling your hair
like a clamor of love caught in a song.

Our voices in the wind, air shapes the sound
of all the moons and suns of the days we were in love.
A tide of feelings and awe and wonder swells inside me.
The awe and wonder of true love.

Anna Maria

Monday, April 20, 2009

RAIN AND TEARS

I love you with everything I am, even if you are not by my side.
Thoughts of you are always in my mind, my heart, embedded in my soul.

I think of you. I think you in sadness and in joy.

The rain reminds me of you. I walk slowly and my tears mix with the rain.
Nobody can see the tears, they can see just the rain.

I miss your hands and your arms. I miss your face and your smile.
I miss your voice. You are so silent.

Were you ever there?

Anna Maria

Sunday, April 19, 2009

SHADES OF GREEN AND BLUE

Shades of green and blue color the heave and hurl of the swells embraced by a silver winged breeze.
A room with a tiny view of the sea. The sea that calls for you and me but I sit here alone.

Free and calm waves woven from sea spells caress the sand as you used to caress me.
No more.
Salty air meets my lips, the breeze cools my spirit.

Deep azure waves smash the rocks and the soft sand and seems like eternity since I last saw you.
In the tranquility of the tides I can hear the gulls squawk.
The sun is going down and shines from heaven into the sea.

My tears trickle down to the sea, salt and salty mix.

Like Alfonsina I wish to see the sea floor while eternity passes.

Anna Maria

Friday, April 17, 2009

Waves

The wave came tumbling to lick my feet and then ran away from me, as you did.
The wave was hurrying to get back and maybe hunt for shells. You – I don’t know what you were looking for. Maybe a new lighthouse to enjoy the sea from its top.

Waves are thieves; they steal the sand from the shore, much as you stole my heart.
I made a mound in the sand, I wanted to build a castle for you and me but I just built a mound of sand. In it I shaped your face with a hand wet by salty tears and ocean water.

A whitecap came tumbling and took your face and left me singing into an empty shell, looking at the waves, the starry night and feeling the stormy wind.

Storms never last, light follows darkness and a gentle wind follows the raging tempest.
Beyond the clouds the sun shines and life fills with peace after the hurricane.

Anna Maria

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Your thorny lack of love

I want to carry you from the valley to the peak of the mountain and show you what lies in that valley.
Buried under the trees and the waters of the stream the shards of my heart can be found.
You broke it, you with your thorny lack of love, your tender make believe smile.

For you I wanted to wake up the sun and hug the moon.
For you I wanted a blue noonday, cool and luminous, to offer you a place of slumber guarded by my love.

When you left you took such a big part off me that you took me apart. Ashes were left, ashes of loss being held in my body, in my cells, in my spirit.

Gone are the tender words whispered in semi sleep.
I was, I existed to hear your voice, to feel your hands.

I do not fondle my weakness, it is inside me, it is just love.

Anna Maria

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Dancing for you

When life is sad I dance. The drums and string instruments quiet my spirit and give wings to my feet, thunder and lightening.

When the beat is strong I immerse myself in it and do not think of you.
The dancing heals my wounds; I dance to heal my wounds but would like to dance for you who caused them.

Dancing into fountains of light I pretend I dance for you. Sway and sway again, wantonly desiring I dance for your shadow.

I dance through time and feelings. You beat to a rhythm that isn’t mine.
Peace is achieved through the song and dance; I can dance out my feelings.

As in the words of Leonard Cohen: “…..dance me to the end of love”

Anna Maria

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Anna dances

With her manacles unclasped Anna dances her soaring pain away.
Anna dances and the cuts in her soul begin to heal.

To the beat of the drums and in bare feet she lets the pain flow to the rhythm. The stomping of her feet stomps the pain.
Anna dances and the rainbow appears in the sky.

The drums and marimbas sound together and Anna dances his holding hands that are no more. She stomps her feet in rage and dance.

He will be exorcised, banned from her soul by music and dancing.

Anna Maria

Saturday, April 11, 2009

To Silver Wind who likes the sea

What am I doing in Cherbourg? I am alone and there is no hope of forgetting you, even here, in this magic place.

It is night time now. The ocean throbs its waves into the tide, and the waves try to cling to the shore.
As I tried to cling to your love, to no avail.

The sea surges and roars and the wind calls your name.
I crave your hands, your face, and your kisses. I hunger for you as the crests of the waves hunger their return to high seas.

Like the sea, you swallowed everything in me. You took my soul and gave it up, wounded, like the waves tear the sand from the shore in a rustling of salt.

I feel your presence in an errand wave and the wind chills my heart.

Anna Maria

Friday, April 10, 2009

Starlight and dewdrops

I wanted to give you starlight and dewdrops straight from my heart, where you became a beam of light.

I thought I fell in love with you, but no, I fell through your love and nothing could stop the fall. Your hands were not there to hold me.

I was the wind and you were the fire. Your smile brought warmth to my heart and your love ignited the fire in my soul.

The wind dries the land after being soaked by pouring rain and helps carry the clouds of sorrow away.
Maybe my wind blew the clouds too far away. Maybe you felt the chill when the wind blew by you.

My hands are still enshrined where I held your face while kissing you.
I weep and I sing. You are a sweet thought.

Anna Maria

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The sea

I am looking at the sea, remembering that bit of sea I could see from your window.
This is a different sea, calm, blue, crystal clear. The calm sea of Cyprus.

Your tiny bit of sea was raging with high waves breaking near the path.
Like your soul, the sea was getting angry without knowing at what. There was no reason, but souls and seas do not understand reasons. They just rage or stay calm.

The beach is empty, I am alone, sitting in the sand and looking at the sea. It is cold, not only outside. I feel the cold inside. I feel cold because your arms are not around me. They will not be around me anymore. I lost you.

Like a wave you came and like that same wave you left.

Anna Maria

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Tonight

Tonight I will be sitting with friends and family around a beautifully set table. It is my first holiday without you.

I will be surrounded by music and laughter, by friends and loving people. You will not be there to wish me a happy holiday, to hug me, to kiss me, to give me a flower.

Tonight I will offer the performance of a great actress. I will smile, sing, dance and pretend being merry.
Inside I will bleed.

A festivity without you is no happy day at all. It is the absolute oxymoron.
I will not disappoint my friends and loved ones; I will smile and make believe I am happy.
Inside I will bleed.

Nobody will know.

Anna Maria

Monday, April 6, 2009

Loving you

You were sad, looked sad and lost. I wanted to share your sadness, take it away from you. I wanted to banish sadness from your heart and didn’t mind taking it with me.
I wanted to see you happy.
Happiness can be shared with many. Sadness can only be shared with those who love you.

I love you. I didn’t choose to love you, it just happened.
It is inevitable, nothing you can do about it, love chooses you and you can’t choose who to love. Cupid’s arrows are invisible.

I fell for you hook, line and sinker and the best I could do was accept the mystery of it all. I knew you were not by my side to stay. I hoped I could make you smile and even laugh before it was over.

The day came and it was over and I just had to let go and be thankful for the joy you brought into my life.
If you loved, you have been alive. I was and am alive and thank Heaven for warming my soul with the wonderful gift of love.

Anna Maria

Sunday, April 5, 2009

My soul stopped smiling and to convince it to smile again I took the violin and started playing. The music cleansed my soul and it started smiling again.

The Spanish writer and poet Calderon de la Barca wrote that if love is not insane it is not love at all.
Probably he was right because insanity is creeping on me and the only reason is love. I don’t really mind this, since I believe people that prefer rationality and run away from insanity will never feel real love.

Everything changed so much in such a short time. You went and all of a sudden the world that had a perfect meaning became meaningless. The perfect blossoming rainbow shattered with the absence of your touch.

My thoughts wander to you by themselves and sometimes I feel unable to breathe if I don’t see you again. I am dying inside.

I will never say goodbye because you will always be with me, inside my soul.

Anna Maria

Saturday, April 4, 2009

We met too late

We met late, too late. By then you wore the scars of failed love and fear of loving kept knocking at your heart.
We were not meant to be and it happened, we drifted apart.

It’s hard to let go because I love you. I know you were never mine but all the same my heart broke when we said goodbye.

There was no battle I could fight, no enemy to bring to its knees. Nothing I could do because you couldn’t love me.

When we parted, I smiled at you because I wanted you to take that smile with you.
My last smile for a long time.

I tried to give you my heart but you refused to take it and now my soul misses the little pieces of you.

Anna Maria

Friday, April 3, 2009

Treasure every moment

Today is called the present because that is exactly what it is – a present life gives us.
It should be treasured, every single moment of it. Life and time wait for no one; it will not wait for you.
Tomorrow is just a maybe; nobody knows what it will bring and yesterday is already over.
Treasure the present, the today, the now and whatever brings tomorrow that will be the present.
If you can live your present, your gift, loving somebody then it does not matter what tomorrow brings.
Live and love.

Anna Maria

Thursday, April 2, 2009

The face of love

Maybe for the world you are just somebody, but to me you are my entire world because I love you.
They say love has many faces, it’s not true. For me it has only one face. Yours is the face of love.

I could see the world in your eyes and your eyes everywhere I went. I wanted to see your love in them, but did not succeed.
Your love wasn’t there, not for me.

I could not stop loving you no matter how hard I tried. Love is life’s sweetest and the most bitter of all mysteries.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The rain

Through the rain and the mist I can still see your face. Your voice still echoes in my ears. I miss you.

Sadness washes over me with a pain that my soul barely stands.
Anguish surfaces suddenly, as if from a weeping cloud.

The cut in my heart is too deep, it will not mend easily.

If someday, forever ends then I will forget you.

Wrong has conquered what could have been right and beautiful

Anna Maria

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Regrets

To feel regrets is to feel a sense of longing, you remember with a feeling of loss.

Most probably, you can’t change the circumstances but you don’t have to regret nothing.
If you look closely, something good came out of that sad circumstance, even the smallest of all things, but something.

You may have lived in a secure world and felt your boat was always at a secure harbor. One day you discover this was not exactly the case, something happens and you start regretting.

Don’t, risk taking is the most natural thing. You learn from it, whether it was a good or a bad experience.
That is the only way to play the game of living.

Stop yourself then and there, do not regret. You did your best, you gave your best.
It may have turned out differently if you had done differently? Maybe, but then you would be missing that particular experience.

One door closes and another opens, grandma told us so and it is true.

Love and live with every single atom in your body, be free of guilt and regrets.

Anna Maria

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Second zero of day one

You can never be sure of anything in your life. Today you may have it, tomorrow it isn’t there anymore.
This is the time when you have to develop a strategy: how to do without.

The most difficult is how to do without somebody you love. They left and you are left there, standing, looking into thin air and not knowing where to go from there.

Well my friend, take a deep breath and tell yourself this is second zero of day one and start from there.

If you already lost something forever and you know you can’t have it again, it will not come back, don’t cry.

Please don’t cry. Square your shoulders raise your head and remind yourself of the great person you are. Take out from your insides all the good qualities you have, look at them and think of all the good you can do with these.

Go on with your life.

Second zero from day one.
Start.
Go!

Anna Maria

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

An old picture

Today I found an old picture of us together, smiling, holding hands, happy.

Looking at it I thought living a great love, even if you lose it, it’s a gift from Heaven.
If you never loved and felt loved in that very special way, you never lived fully, entirely.

Having loved truly and intensely makes you understand how different the world can be.
The mornings are not the same when you can touch your love with your hands smell it and feel it. The world is not the same in any way. Like the mornings.

There is no need to be afraid. If you lose it, the memories will never be lost. Every time you remember, a smile will manifest itself in your lips.

Never be afraid to love. I loved, I lost my love but I never stopped loving him.

Anna Maria

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

When I wake up

I still stretch my hand to touch you when I wake up.
The smell of your skin is still with me in the mornings, even when you are not by my side.

I know you will not come back, I know you will never be by my side again, but I do not forget. Maybe I do not want to forget.
I want to forget only the pain.
That is why I play the violin for so many hours. It quiets my soul.

The violin is not only a musical instrument; it is also an instrument that helps mend wounded souls.
In its music I say goodbye to your kisses, to you.

Anna Maria

Monday, March 23, 2009

I will not cry for you

I will not cry for you, I don’t want to cry for you. I lost you a long time ago, when I found you.
I knew we had no future but fell in love and could not help wanting to see you, touch you, be with you time and time again.

When I close my eyes, I see you. I dream of you and sometimes you talk to me in my dreams to tell me you love me.

I walk the streets we walked together and every tree and cobblestone reminds me of you. I close my eyes for a moment and remember when we walked hand in hand and I believed you loved me.

You said good bye and I said good bye. I know we will not be together again. I know the sun is the same sun, but it will not shine for me the same.
I know it is useless to look at the past, but the past is so sweet I can’t help myself.

In the evenings I walk through the park and imagine I see you walking towards me, smiling and taking my hand.
I have to forget.
I will forget.

Anna Maria

Sunday, March 22, 2009

The pain

I saw the pain in your eyes, it surfaced from deep inside.

You were alone, felt alone and had that sad look about you.
My hand went to take yours and my heart tried to warm your heart.
For a moment in time, hands and hearts touched and I saw the pain flying away. It flew and got lost in the clouds.

Today I wake up without you, but your pain became mine.
I don’t know which word I didn’t say. Which one was the word you were expecting to hear? Which word did you need me to say?
Which word did you need and I didn’t have?

How easy it was to love you and how hard it is to lose you.

Anna Maria

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Catalina!

This is something I wrote more than 40 years ago, in Spanish. At that time, people older than thirty looked like candidates for retirement. I am translating myself from memory since the original got lost when my mom passed away and somebody ‘organized’ her things. Hope you like it.
Anna Maria


The Angel of Death was getting impatient. He had been waiting for the Boss for almost an eternity hour now.
He had been told to be there early to receive the list of souls to be brought up that earthly day, but the Boss was taking His own sweet eternity time.

The Angel of Death couldn’t help but hear The Voice because the Boss was telling what He thought about poor Azazel’s conduct. That little devil was always getting in some trouble or other with Management, but this time he got in trouble with no other than the Boss.

The Angel of Death decided to pass the time polishing his scythe. He was doing just that when the Boss called him. He hovered to Him, kneeled, inclined his head and said he was ready to receive the list from His hands.

The Boss handed him a piece of paper and the Angel of Death was surprised to see it contained only one name: Catalina.
For a change, he was going to have a short day’s work, only one name and he was free to spend the rest of the day resting. Maybe he would go visit Hell and see what was new there. He was not allowed to visit Paradise. Another one of the Boss’s rules he didn’t understand.

He took his scythe and went looking for the soul he was to bring back with him: Catalina.

Catalina looked at the mirror and scrunched her nose at the image. She was not tall and although the high heels helped, they killed her back. Well, not much of a choice there. Her back will have to fend for itself.
She was a bit overweight too. Catalina had tried dieting, all sorts of diets. She would lose a few pounds but after a while she would start gaining weight again. She should do something with her hair, but what?!
Catalina knew there were shortcuts to looking better, but these came with a high price tag and she had to be careful with her money. She was past forty now and was careful with her savings, preparing herself for retirement.
Finally, she decided on the black dress, black high heels shoes and the white shawl. Something she would feel comfortable with when dancing salsa and if the dress showed a bit of leg while turning, well, it may be all for the better.
Catalina finished the last touches of her makeup, picked up her purse and went down to the parking space where her car was.
She drove out of the parking lot and headed for the club, she was looking forward to this particular night. She knew Ramon was going to be there and smiled to herself smugly.


All of a sudden the road disappeared, the car wasn’t there no more and she couldn’t see a thing but could feel the touch of cold arms carrying her. She let out a shout and went on screaming.

The Angel of Death stopped on his tracks, he couldn’t stand the woman’s screams, and he was getting disoriented.
He told her to shut up which resulted in Catalina screaming even more and demanding to know what was going on.
The Angel of Death explained he had been given the piece of paper with her name directly from the Boss and he was just doing his job.
Catalina told him he either stopped for a moment or she would start screaming, really screaming until he had to take her back where he took her from.
The Angel of Death was used to people wanting to bargain with him and some even tried to bribe him not to carry them further.
In the end they all understood the futility of the request after being explained they were going to meet the Boss himself and maybe they could convince Him to reverse the decision.
Catalina heard the explanation but kept screaming at the Angel of Death that it was a mistake, she was in her early forties and healthy so there was no reason for him to take her wherever he was planning to take her. She kept going at a rate not even the Angel of Death had encountered and at the top of her lungs.
He looked at her and decided this was the time to apply law B1, paragraph 3d which allowed the Angel of Death, in extreme cases, to grant the soul a bit more time. In his opinion, this was an extreme case. That woman was going to drive him nuts, literally, and he may end carrying her to the wrong place.
He told the woman to shut up and listen to him carefully, he was granting her a bit more time. Catalina smiled and threw her arms around his cold neck saying ‘thank you’ time and time again.
Since there were rules to lawB1, paragraph 3d, he had to explain to the woman and ask her to what purpose she wanted the extra time. Catalina came up with a list longer than eternity and the Angel of Death stopped her in midway. He offered one year and that started the bargaining process with Catalina asking for twenty. In the end, it was agreed the Angel of Death would come back to pick her up in ten years, counting from now and to the minute and second.

All of a sudden, Catalina was back in her car driving to the club and looking forward to meet Ramon and dancing salsa until the wee hours of the morning. Maybe Ramon will go a bit further than that, hopefully.



Next day, after showering and dressing and with a cup of coffee in her hand, she remembered the Angel of Death and their conversation.
She took stock of the situation and sat down with a pen and paper to make a list of ‘to do’ things for the next ten years. These had to be planned carefully.
Catalina realized now she could spend more money on herself. There was not going to be a retirement, a pension, no need for money when you don’t work and earn a paycheck.
That was one of the good things. The bad thing was that anyway she looked at it there were ‘only’ ten years. She could only think of making them the best ten years of her life.

Catalina called in sick and instead of work she started researching plastic surgeons. She made some appointments and wrote down each one carefully in her diary.
Next, she called the hairdresser of her dreams. He was the one doing the fancy and beautiful heads of the movie stars who frequented the salon. She made an appointment.
The price tag was enormous but with only ten years to look forward to, who cares?

During the following months Catalina underwent a complete transformation thanks to the plastic surgeons and hairdresser.
She looked at least ten years younger, slim and lithe, her hair was the envy of her friends and it helped attract more than one man. Ramon was relegated to second place, now she had more important and good looking men showing an interest in her.
One man in particular was showing signs of wanting to buy a ring, Miguel was getting serious and Catalina liked the idea of spending the next nine years with him.
They had spoken earlier on the phone and Miguel was going to wait for her at their favorite restaurant.
She was running a bit late and didn’t want to keep Miguel waiting. She decided on the blue dress. She remembered the many times she had tried but could not wear it before, now the dress fitted perfectly.
Catalina looked at her reflection in the mirror. She liked what she saw.

Catalina finished the last touches of her makeup, picked up her purse and went down to the parking space where her car was.
She drove out of the parking lot and headed for the restaurant, she was looking forward to this particular night.

All of a sudden the road disappeared, the car wasn’t there no more and she couldn’t see a thing but could feel the touch of cold arms carrying her. She let out a shout and went on screaming.
The Angel of Death stopped on his tracks, he couldn’t stand the woman’s screams, and he was getting disoriented.

Catalina recognized him and started calling him a liar and a cheat, he had given her ten years and she had only used up one of them. She still had nine years to go.
The Angel of Death was surprised at what he heard from the soul’s lips. He was not allowed to cheat or lie. The Boss would not allow that so he was stripped from both traits.


He tried to explain that to the screaming woman but she was not listening, she was calling him all sorts of names besides liar and cheat. She was demanding her nine years and as far as he could recall he had not seen this soul before and most certainly not granted the nine years she was claiming he did.

The Angel of Death held her by both arms firmly and asked her to stop screaming and explain herself.
Catalina asked him why he was going back on his word, he had granted her ten years, only one had passed and why was he taking her away now?
The Angel of Death asked her when and what were the circumstances he took her last time, he was sure this was the first time he had taken her and the mistake was hers.
Catalina stopped screaming and started reminding the Angel of Death of their conversation a year before that. She reminded him of law B1 paragraph 3d and once more she explained only one year had passed, he still had to wait for nine more.

The Angel of Death left the soul standing where it was, took a couple of steps backwards so he could see her better. Catalina stood still. The Angel of Death took one more look at her and exclaimed:
“Wow, I didn’t recognize you!!”

Anna Maria

Friday, March 20, 2009

I was thinking you

I was thinking you and suddenly understood why there are flowing rivers: so our love will flow in their streams, sometimes a calm and easy flow, sometimes raging waters.

If so, who thought first of words like goodbyes and the many names of its pains?
Who took away the horizon and the tomorrow?

Who invented the misunderstandings, the silences, the wrong words said without intention?

The past keeps coming back and with it the pains and the smiles, the feeling of your caressing hands, the sound of your voice saying goodbye.

I will keep on loving you in every written word, in every note of a song, in every cloud and in every remembered kiss.

Anna Maria

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Small things I must have heard somewhere

My love,

I remember you and words I must have heard before come into my mind.

I know I will not stop loving you. People never stop loving the one they are really in love with. People just learn to live without the loved ones.

Even when they break your heart, you simply go on loving them with every little shard and broken pieces.

I wish I could become a part of you, any part so I could be with you forever. I think if I could choose, I would like to be your tears: Tears are conceived in your heart, are born in your eyes, live in your cheeks and die in your lips.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

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Gordon Tenner closed the computer and tidied his desk before leaving.
Another boring and uneventful day was over.
He left the office building and walked slowly towards the park. He was in no hurry; nobody was waiting for him anyway.

After a short lived marriage and the divorce, his ex-wife moved to Florida taking their baby boy with her.
He was seventeen now and Gordon rarely saw him.
His wife had given up on him, so she said the morning she left. She was tired of his lack of drive. Drive for position, money and yes, lack of drive for sex.
Everything about and around him was grey and she wanted a life. A real life, she said before getting into the taxi and driving away from him.

After his wife left, Gordon left everything as it was. The bedroom, his son’s room, the living room and the tiny kitchen, all was today as it had been since he brought her for the first time after their wedding.
He understood his wife leaving him. He admitted to himself he had no drive, no need for more.
The tiny apartment was enough and the sparse furniture was enough too. He had a job that put food on the table and paid the rent. What else could he want? What was he supposed to look for? He didn’t dream of a mansion with a chauffer driven Cadillac.
Those things were not for the likes of him. He was Gordon Tenner, bookkeeper, born to lower middle class parents. Never had much of anything and never longed for more.
He had one good suit for special occasions and the rest of his wardrobe was a few pants, a few shirts, an overcoat, a raincoat and three sweaters.
Why would he need more? He could only wear one outfit at the time. His ex-wife could not come to terms with it; she thought both of them needed more of everything.
Gordon had two good friends and he didn’t need more. His ex-wife could not understand it, she needed many friends around.
So, one day she gave up on him and left with their son.
Gordon accepted it and went on doing what he was good at: bookkeeping and surviving.

Gordon crossed the street and entered the park.
Everyday after work on his way home he would cross the park, buy some peanuts from the Italian man with the little cart and sit on a bench for while and try to attract the squirrels to come take the peanuts from his hand.


That day, Gordon approached the cart, bought the peanuts and sat down to feed the squirrels.
His eyes fell on a woman sitting on a bench across him. She was feeding the birds from a paper bag in her lap.
Something about her caught Gordon’s attention. He looked at her covertly. She was maybe fifty or fifty five, about his age.
She had a sad but also strange puzzled look about her. She had mousy brown hair cut to shoulder length. She wore a grey dress and flat brown shoes. Gordon couldn’t see much more from where he was sitting.
Suddenly, he felt the need to have a closer look at her. He thought maybe he could move slowly from one bench to another while pretending to feed the squirrels and get closer to her.
Gordon was considering moving to the next bench when the woman stood and started walking away.
Gordon sat back in the same bench and fed the squirrels until all the peanuts were gone. Then, as always, he crossed the park walking slowly until he got to the exit and from there walked the one block to his apartment.

Once he arrived, Gordon took a shower and wearing a bathrobe went to the kitchen to prepare his dinner.
He opened the refrigerator, looked inside and decided on scrambled eggs and toast.
Coffee would complete the dinner.
He put everything into a tray and took it to the living room. As always, he would watch TV while eating his dinner.
When he finished, he took the tray back to the kitchen, washed the dishes and went to get ready for bed.

Wearing an old pair of pajamas, he got into bed and suddenly, the image of the woman in the park popped into his mind. Gordon held the thought and tried to remember how tall she was. He could not. He went to sleep wondering if he would ever see her again.

For three days Gordon went to the park, bought the peanuts from the cart vendor, fed the squirrels and felt disappointed at not seeing her.
On the fourth day, there she was, sitting on a bench, wearing the same grey dress and the same brown flat shoes. She was feeding the birds from a brown paper bag.

Gordon walked slowly to the bench she was sitting on and sat at the opposite end.
He called the squirrels and she fed the birds.
Gordon looked at her and smiled. He greeted her and she responded but without a smile and continued feeding the birds.
None the less Gordon felt comfortable, as if she was keeping him company.
When the breadcrumbs were finished, the woman got up, brushed the last crumbs, took a small brown worn handbag and started walking away.

Gordon wanted her to stay, he wanted to start a conversation but could not think of what sentence to begin with.
By the time he decided on a basic approach, the woman was already walking away.

For the next two days Gordon went to the park after work but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
He remembered he had waited for three days before seeing her again after the first time. Apparently she did not walk the same way every day.

On Sundays, Gordon did not go to the park. Weekends it became a noisy place with children running and shouting, mothers calling and dog owners being careful big dogs would not try anything nasty on the small breeds.
That Sunday he decided to go to the park and stroll there for a while. The weather was fine and it would be good to stretch his limbs a bit.
While strolling, he noticed the birds and squirrels had taken to the trees, avoiding the hubbub below. Only the pigeons were taking to the paths in the lookout for a handout from the humans. Pigeons are not afraid of them; they are more trustfully than other birds.

Gordon saw the woman standing in front of the bench where she usually sat. It had been taken by a couple of mothers and a few toddlers.
She was looking around, probably trying to find an empty bench.
He walked to her side, said hello and asked if she would like to walk with him for a while since there were no empty benches where to sit.
She looked at him, not sure of what to say. She just nodded and turned to walk.

After a few minutes of complete silence, Gordon presented himself and explained he came to the park every day after work. This Sunday he had decided on a short walk. She said her name was Mary and she worked as a salesperson in a shoe shop at the Mall on the west side of the park.
Twice a week she went to visit an aunt and she came through the park on her way.
Feeding the birds gave her the necessary strength she knew she would need for the visit with her grumpy old aunt.

They reached the park exit and Gordon asked her if she was coming to feed the birds next day. She said she was and they agreed to meet in the afternoon.


Gordon saw Mary sitting on her preferred bench. This time she was wearing a plain green dress. She had the same shoes and bag. A grey overcoat was by her side.
The little brown paper bag with the crumbs for the birds was on her lap.
Gordon felt attracted to the woman, and was surprised at himself. He was not usually attracted to women, at least not after his wife and even after she left.
But Mary had a something about her that drew him, although he could not explain what the something was.
He wanted some time to talk to her so he brought some cookie and bread crumbs from the house and bought the peanuts from the Italian man with the little cart.
After she finished with her bag, he would offer his and that should give him some extra time with her.

Mary and Gordon fed the birds and the squirrels almost in silence. They barely spoke, but Mary smiled at him when he offered the extra bag of crumbs and Gordon felt warmth inside. It was a new feeling; he did not recognize it but liked it very much.
He told her she had a beautiful smile, her eyes came alive when she smiled. Mary thanked him and turned her head to the cluster of birds at her feet. Gordon thought she blushed but could not be sure.

Their meeting at the park became routine and little by little they struck short conversations. These were mostly about birds and squirrels, shoes and bookkeeping.
Gordon looked forward to the two days a week they met. He knew something was happening inside him but could not name it.
At first, he had been happy to see Mary and felt comfortable just sitting there with her, the birds and the squirrels.
One day he surprised himself by being sorry at not seeing her although he was not expecting to. It was not one of the days she went to visit her aunt.
He felt surprised at the longing he felt, he was sure he had never felt that way before.

Next day he met her and decided to chance his luck. He invited her to dinner.
Mary was feeding the birds and when she heard Gordon’s invitation, her hand stopped in midair with the crumbs still on it. The birds flocked to her open hand and to Gordon it looked like a picture of some statue where birds come to rest. Something out of those travels magazines where you are promised to visit paradise.
It took her a long time to reply, she looked at him several times without a saying a word. The bag of crumbs was almost empty when she looked at him once more and said she accepted the invitation.

During dinner at a small Italian restaurant on the east side of the park, Gordon said he was really glad she had accepted the invitation. He had been almost sure she would decline since it had taken so long for her to reply.
Mary admitted she almost declined the invitation, she was not sure it was right to dinner with somebody she barely knew. He pointed out they had some very important things in common: the birds and the squirrels, the bench at the park, the way they kept company to each other without the need for words and he liked her smile very much.
This time he saw her blushing. She didn’t bend her head down fast enough.

After dinner he walked her to her apartment. It was not far away from his and he told her so. She looked at him and smiling, mentioned that it appeared their world was very small and cozy. The shoe shop was not far from his office, his apartment was not far from hers and the park was in the middle of it all. Even her grumpy old aunt was close. Suddenly, they were laughing and feeling very close to each other.
For both it was a warm feeling creeping up from the inside. A part that they had been sure was not there since it had been asleep for a very long time.

Gradually they began to see each other almost every day. Either in the park or for a late evening stroll through the neighborhood, or dinner. Sometimes, Gordon walked to the mall and stood looking at Mary through the window of the shoe shop. She would acknowledge him with a smile and then back she went to her customers.

It was on a very cold evening when they finished dinner and he was walking her home. A gust of wind caused Mary to lose her footing and Gordon held her. He was embracing her and could feel her trembling in his arms. Both stood still, barely breathing, looking at each other, unable to decide what to do next. Mary felt her head spinning, Gordon felt a rush of blood to his temples. Both were feeling they wanted to stay like that for always. He wanted the world to stay still forever in the same position and the same time, never to let go of her.


Mary was surprised and all of a sudden an unknown feeling welled up in her and tears came to her eyes.
She had never had a real boyfriend, boys shunned away from her. She had never been pretty or witty or smart. Boys asked other girls on dates, not her. Her mother died when she was seventeen and she left school to go to work and help her father financially. Her mother had always managed what little money he brought to the household and she always had a dress to sew or a sweater to knit to supplement the income.
When her mother passed away, Mary took care of the house and also helped with the income. Her father simply could not do more than the six hours work as a cutter at the leather factory.
In any case, there wasn’t much of a life for her waiting outside her house or the shoe shop where she started working.
Gordon’s dinner invitation was the first one she received from a man who was not a family member, in fact, Gordon had been her first date and she was fifty six by now.

The weather changed for the worse and it started raining. Still holding her close and determined not to let go, Gordon said his apartment was closer than hers and they could stay there until the rain stopped. She nodded her head and the two started running for the entrance to the apartment block.

Sometimes things happen when you really, but really are not expecting them to. Gordon took her overcoat and hanged it where it would receive the warmth of the stove so it would dry. He told her to make herself comfortable and he was bringing hot tea.
They were sitting side by side, one hand holding the mugs and one hand holding the others.
That is when the lights went out not only on the city but on Gordon and Mary too.
Next morning they were still holding each other tightly. Gordon woke up first and looked at Mary still asleep. He turned to her slowly and just laid there looking at her sleeping, feeling so good inside him he could have shouted it to the whole world.

Mary woke up with a start, she sat in bed and looked at Gordon who was holding her and smiling at her. She remembered and laid her head on his shoulder hugged him tightly and decided that was the best place on earth to be forever.

Without having said it, they both decided they were taking the day off and stay together at Gordon’s apartment. This was a first for both of them – not showing for work. She cooked breakfast and they ate at the tiny kitchen table, holding hands and parting to pick up the fork, kissing over the mugs, sipping and smiling at each other.
They sat on the carpet in front of the stove, hugging, talking and it was almost afternoon when they remembered lunch. This took the form of a pizza ordered from the pizza parlor across the street.
Night came and Mary remembered there was a real world outside. A world she had to return to whether she liked it or not.
Gordon did not want her to go but understood she had to. They would meet after work and stay together. He made her promise she would wait for him to pick her up at the shoe shop and walk with her to wherever she wanted to go.

That day at the office, his colleagues asked him what had changed, what had happened, he looked different, he was wearing an unknown smile and he had even joked with one of the clerks.
Every time someone asked the question, Gordon in turn asked if they had heard about something called puppy love. The answer was always yes and it was for young people, young pups.
Gordon would then smile and answer that middle aged and even old people could also feel like young pups, even in the autumn of their lives.

It was almost closing time and Gordon could hardly wait to see Mary again. He closed the computer, tidied his desk and went out the building.
He was in front of the Mall, waiting for the green light in order to cross the street
when he saw the ambulance parked, the siren still sounding and two paramedics carrying a stretcher.
He could not see clearly from across the street, but then the light changed and he went towards the Mall’s entrance.
Then he saw the whole picture. The stretcher was carrying his Mary. A drunken driver had run her over while crossing the street. She had died instantly.


Gordon Tenner closed the computer and tidied his desk before leaving.
Another boring and uneventful day was over.
He left the office building and walked slowly towards the park. He was in no hurry; nobody was waiting for him anyway.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Four Seasons

Good morning my love,

I know you are at work and not thinking of me, not even remembering me.
But I am remembering you, your face, the touch of your lips on mine, the feeling of your hands on my body.
I tried not to remember you and to succeed I picked up my violin after a long time.
Vivaldi, the Four Seasons, Autumn.
I felt cold inside, like you feel the first cold breeze of autumn.
This is the season when leaves start falling from the trees and make a carpet on the streets. So I felt, as if my inside was being depleted of its leaves.
Something was leaving me forever and I felt sad of losing it.
Jordan, your name is like the river dividing two countries as we were separated by the flow of misunderstandings.
The river, the sound of its waters, the river I so much wanted to bathe in but was not allowed to because you Jordan, did not want me to.
The river stopped flowing and I felt dry.

Anna Maria

Loneliness shows its claws

Loneliness wants to close its claws on my heart, I will not let it.
Maybe loneliness is not the right word; maybe it is just lonely without you.
It is like looking over an abyss, the end of it can’t be seen. It is deep, it is frightening, and it has an echo.

I know I have to start again, with the same body, with the same insides but I don’t know how to do it. I just know I have to do it.
It is time for change, for forgiveness, for sending your image into oblivion.

It is time to start anew, to enjoy the rain and the sunshine. It is time to feel love and make love with somebody else. It is difficult doing that with the same body and the same insides.

It is time for new dreams, for new beginnings and for new laughs.