Guess who’s moving… again?

I’ll give you a hint, his nick starts with D, and ends with uffboy 😉 I’m crossing my fingers that is really the last time I move, before Duffgirl and I tie the knot and move on to bigger and better (although I’m so grateful with my bro’ who provided and offered my new housing situation) things, wherever we go.

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No one’s dying anytime soon

Footsteps, misteps, falling

debris.

I seek shelter from gospel

choirs.

The politics of truth

gang up on me,

they’re not my truths

not my policies.

Bullets stray, voices are raised

guilty parties whose names

are named.

You speak of mortality, joy and I listen.

Yet, I’m afraid.

It’s a good thing we stayed

Life never ceases to amaze me. With 12 ounces of energy-drink goodness inside me, I explain: my worrisome self has become a more upbeat and positive character. Just started my first romantic relationship in a few years, and I’m happier than I had been in very long time (ignoring all the voices that go “dude, you’re going too fast, don’t get so carried away by the nubile and seemingly flawless start”). On top of that, I just finished editing and getting together an alternative first print of a poet’s debut book El niño que buscaba venganza (The kid who was looking for revenge); it’s what I’d call a 27 page anti-love letter, but a great one at that.

I’m quite sure I’m done with most of therapy, and you know… I feel Ok with that. I’m grateful with all that I’ve learned from her, and now I’m ready to move ahead. I’m procastinating a lot less you know… and so, I think of this uplifting Verve tune: Lucky Man. ‘Cause I am one 🙂

Dear Billy (the day my cat died)

I remember the day I adopted both you and your brother (Cucho). My friend Sue was telling me to hold you, in order to pose for the adoption photographs. It was weird for me, ’cause I had never being in contact with cats, and here I was, getting 2 into my life. You were the shy one, back when I lived in my old apartment, but after your second surgery, you became sweeter and more affectionate with me. When the 3 of us moved back to my parents’s home (later, Pishus would join us), just for a few months, you captured my mom’s heart (she never forgot how you still went up to her, when mom and dad visited my new apartment). It was no secret that you were an ill cat, I knew that from the beginning, and I am grateful to have had your love and company for over 4 years. However, dear partner, I sure am gonna miss ya. I know Cucho will miss grooming you, Leia will have one less cat buddy to harrass (Pishus forgave you for the tag team beating you and your brother gave her) . Rest easy sweetheart, you’ll always be here with me.