Their faces

While the chorus
Of a song is played
As my soundtrack of this ride
Through New York train after 9pm

I am trying
I am trying
I am trying


To remember their faces
As something that I know
But is getting harder to attach to them
A memory
Or a grasp of my short past
Yes,
Yes
Yes,

I am worried and afraid
There are nothing else but the thing
This usual thing is constantly here
But that I cannot recognize
Their gestures and their sounds
Are familiar to someone
Where I am?
Where I am?

There is a distance between my eyes
and the presence of it
And there is a distance between the present and me.
by The Shortfellow
22/01/12
New York City

the others sleeping

…while I board the train
shake my shoulders
to the rhythm
so the people look
so the others sleep

So the others sleep
while I am thinking
I  stomp in a nice bit my shoes against

my shoes against

my shoes against

so the people talk
If I am not here,

If they were not here

Is early morning Saturday

rhythm

rhythm

rhythm,

 I am just heading back
they are heading back
all of us
all of them
to reciprocate.
by The Shortfellow
08/01/12
New York City
-

The kids

With my injured leg
with my last night smell
with my unwashed face
with my injured leg,

Across the street the seat,
across the street a bus,
the topic of the day,
the wind blowing in many directions,

everything,

The street and my injured leg across the wind blowing the topic of the day with and unwashed face
I look towards the last night smell,

There you are...

by The Shortfellow

"In the van with The Bill T.Jones Arnie Zane Dance Company in our way back to New York City"

The Cup

One cup
A single cup of
Just one cup of hot
The cup of hot chocolate
The cold weather
The train
The three guys
The lady with the afro hair cut
And just one cup of hot chocolate
The dancing
The constant dancing on my head
The doors open
The one cup
The three guys
And the change of my thoughts
Towards the memories
Near my stop
Somebody stands up
And the one cup of chocolate
Plus the passing of time
Just there.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
08/01/12
-

Multiple Thoughts

I'm going to build
A tower full of apples
That will resist the seasonal changes
And shift of the planet
And the contrast of the moods,

I'm going to lean on its door another little tower made of little apples
To protect its pride
Its color
And its architecture,

I'm going to made no so far from it
A farm
Limited by other line of apples
To keep bringing apples to more places and watch from here
Who is going to make the next tower of apples,

Tell me
Do you know who is going to be ?
by The Shortfellow

INSPIRED
"After performing the premier of Story/Time by Bill T.Jones performed by Bill T.Jones and The Bill T.Jones/Arnie Zane Dance Company at Kasser Theater at Montclair, New Jersey,USA"
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I really thought
I was suffering and I was so scare
Did not knew the worst

Then,

Then
I travel on their road as Me
And I was paying every moment of my existence as a penalty 
Like if I have to pay for being allowed to ride with 

Them,

I need to pay because 
they indeed are allowing me to ride
 

This is nothing but the true before Me
And before many that loose their way and hope on being like them 
their spirit got sad and dry,
The roads to travel on for them 
Grow grass and dust
nobody knew there were other roads
many paths to peace and happiness were not discovered,
And the most important ones vanished after waiting for long time,

Then I knew the worst
I was allowing them 
To believe we all will  
But I am the beginning 
The light who will bring 
All the others like me to build beautiful,strong and peaceful roads.
By The Shortfellow
03/01/12

Again

Once again this platform
and the thousands
the cold weather
the gate and the smell
there is a teenage couple
playing the love and hugging the hope
the hope of youth
Innocence was left behind

There

I am tired
And a few friends from work are looking at me,
far away from where I stand on the same platform

I wish they,

They talk to me more often
I am wearing a red hat and

Feeling
Feeling

Very nostalgic

Very nostalgic

I wish

There

Again

and for the first time 

I find it!

talking about the wishing...

by The Shortfellow
17/01/12
New York City

Ella

I am crying
For all the things she will not see
The wind over her hair she will not feel
The insects on her legs that will make her scream
The sounds in the night that will wake her up and the memories we will not be able to say at the dinner table anymore
The kisses she will not feel before sleep
The meals she was always dreaming in prepared for us
The right of the people she was always fighting for 
The gestures she used to make on the mirror's car when she was driving,
The nice music she thought I played in the living room of my aunt Rebeca
And the fights we will have before the movie theater,
The conversations about the stupid TV

her laughter because she like's American Series

the boys she will not dance with

the new tequila flavours will come to the market

the ice cream at the plaza of the Mexican towns

the meals we will not longer cooked 

the gay phrases she will repeat right after me

her imitation of French people 

her smile while admiring van Gogh 

and the love and passion she found on Etienne

her forever love.

by The Shortfellow

08/01/12