2007/2008 Argentina
Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Thursday, December 27th, 2007
After a grueling eleven hour flight directly south from NYC, I arrived in the land of the Spanish tongue. A strange, exotic experience like no other… Once again, I momentarily feel lost, walking one feet above the ground, blindly trusting my many angels. I call and once again the Argentinean heavens send me another angel. I meet Patricio, a kind doctor with three gorgeous Beagles, all with operatic names: Figaro, Brünhilde and ?…I forgot… We stroll the streets, have endless coffees, share history, and a life long-friendship slowly takes shape… We play hide and seek at the cemetery in Regoletta, I shoot angels and find a fellow sentient being…
For Patricio:
your intellect
sees a thousand keys
- a man of reason
i make my chest
a target
for your arrows
this universe
the soul filled with joy
a union of sun and moon
because you secretly
whispered words of
eternal light
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