2013: Space Odyssey

There is the touch of God

and the others

a sense of love 

by nice things

allegoric feelings 

trauma along the way

light and happiness 

protection and comfort

a lunatic faith

a French intervention

and the others

the travel of space and time

uniquely out and from earth 

no more 

no beyond

Then there is a touch of enthusiasm 

and the others 

the vision during night

the sound of the lyons

the view of the stars

a critical failure 

and a dive

everything out from the same soil

the stress of a ship or two 

three to five by the count

less than 1 Human death 

silence

reflexion 

lesson learned 

blame 

and Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

God touch then

and 

The others run

as usual 1 stand 

staring

contemplating

visualizing

realizing 

everything and beyond

like the stars

like the calm sea

the running rivers 

and the always there mountains

then with a touch of self

this individual shout

1

2

3

times 

nude and dress up with only temperature

cover of hope and logic

knowing it all 

subconsciously

like ever

was never before 

and 

once o ever known

like when the fire 

reach desperately to the surface of the ocean screaming sexually awaked 

Saying:

:

:

:

Dónde has estado ? 

by The Shortfellow

"written in a plane in my way to Warsaw, Poland from New York City"

30/10/13

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There is the touch of God

and the others

a sense of love 

by nice things,

Allegorical feelings 

trauma along the way

light and happiness 

protection and comfort,

A lunatic faith

a French intervention

and the others

the travel of space and time

uniquely out and from earth 

no more 

nor beyond,

Then there is a touch of enthusiasm 

and the others 

the vision during night

the sound of the lyons

the view of the stars

a critical failure 

and a dive,

Everything out from the same soil

the stress of a ship or two 

three to five by the count

less than 1 Human death,

 

Silence

reflexion 

lesson learned 

blame 

and Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

God touch then

and 

The others run,

As usual 1 stands up 

staring

contemplating

visualizing

realizing 

everything and beyond,

Like the stars

like the calm sea

the running rivers 

and the always there 

the mountains,

then with a touch of self

this individual shout

1

2

3

times,

 

Nude and dress up with only temperature

cover by hope and logic

knowing it all 

subconsciously

like ever

was never before,

 

and, 

once or ever known

like when the fire reach desperately to the surface of the ocean screaming sexually awaked 

Saying:

:

:

:

¿Dónde has estado ? (Where have you been?)

by Shortfellow, New York State, 21/11/21

 

Airplane Tale

I am sitting in a plane on my way to Chicago, the sun have being so generously posing its multiple arms and legs on half of my body since we departure and it feels amazing specially in my legs, leaning back and being and observer from my ordinary place I can peacefully watch little details from the other passengers and is extremely satisfying to experience so many intimate behaviors that some how in the city down there on the ground we cannot see that easily in daily life. Just above every sit I can see little moves by the heads of the other passengers in front of me, the suave moves of their fingers over and between their hair or the slow embracing from an arm over and towards somebody's shoulder, two necks reposing towards each other or two foreheads leaning to touching point slowly so slowly that I can imagine a fragile soft kiss from here, the minimalistic and care-full scratching of an ear, the minuscule child like moves of the pupils when somebody look through the window and see the clouds so closer to the plane, the precious touch of hands against the cover of a book or the nostalgic passing of last pages of it and the cautious movement of the neck in response to knowing some great pleasure will end soon, the almost primitive act of picking a glass full of juice or water or just ice cubes towards the mouth and the animalistic nervousness on dropping some object to the floor, the thoughtful moment of a meditation before to start a letter or a simple note, the caressing of time with the safe thought of not being able to rush some place, the sun being so generously posing its multiple arms and legs over half of my body and me sitting here on a plane on my way to Chicago.
On Air
by The Shortfellow
22/10/13