in chicago: notions 1-3.

notion 1.

ayer salio el sol y me pidió
que por favor le cantáramos
al amor.

07.2005.

 

 

 

notion 2.

return to childhood dreams,
which for so long i’ve missed.
we’ll fly off paradise
for some guidance
through the emptiness,
through the haze and the mist-
make sense out of all of this.
we’ll fly off paradise-
return to childhood dreams,
which for so long i’ve missed.

and we can pretend to say anything.
oh, we could even try being everything.
and should we keep things like this
everyday.
or we could keep this a secret
when we disappear into the walls.
forget what winter’s like
when wrapped around your arms.

07.2005.

 

 

 

notion 3.

she’s not the little box
i like to keep her in.
she’s not the pretty hair
i like to pull to me.
can we be as perfect
as we imagined to be?

07.2005.