Friday 29 January 2010

Heat

I am much to hot to even address you my pets...

Love,
Lady

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Heat.
On barely clothed refusing to work moiself.
That evil green duck on the screen
Is waiting for me to return
And keep working after lunch.

There was no lunch.
I lied.
It´s too hot for me to eat.
And yesterday I heaved over the lovely pasta I dined.

I have no pool.
Oh, how I wish for a pool!
The crystalline chlorine filled waters
Of a large man made pond.

I feel trapped in my working room.
It is the only air conditioned room
In the whole house.
And it isn´t as cool as I would want.

A large bottle of water
Lies by my desk.
I have poured a million glasses,
I feel faint…
Heat.

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Thursday 21 January 2010

Clumsy

Dearest Readers,

I have decided to open up a little bit, become less mysterious and cryptic, therefore sharing some of the common pains of the Lady’s life.
Three months ago, after a disastrous summer season in Europe (only business wise) I was forced to take up a job I soon discovered I absolutely loathe. It doesn’t do anything to my self-esteem and the daily interaction with my co-workers leaves me drained. I understand in this day and age everyone – including ladies such as myself – need to take up jobs in order to get fulfilment and also money…
Yes, the dirty coin has become an utmost necessity I’m afraid. No longer a classical education in the Arts and Social Sciences is sufficient to succeed with the current state of affairs… But I digress.
Basically, what I have also discerned is that I am quite incompetent when it comes to routinely mimicking the same boring stuff.

A cool lemonade recipe for the unbearably HOT weather in Buenos Aires:

Lemon + Lime + Water + Ginger + Mint + Lots of Ice

Be well my dears!


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My clumsy self!
I sprained my foot
And now it hurts.

It is being soothed by warm water
And lots of salt,
As it sits in a blue basin
On my kitchen floor.

Upstairs
Rob plays disco records
To practice for Saturday night.

I wish I could climb
The stairs in a flash,
But as I hurt myself
I can’t.

I wonder why have I
To be so ungainly…
I have such a will
To have it all done yesterday
That sometimes it makes me sloppy.

I bore easily
And it enhances my awkwardness.
I realize I should learn
How to become more patient
And hence, more graceful.

Although…
I am not as eager
When I read or when I write
I have also realized.

It is only when I have
To fulfil the menial tasks
I am imposed to survive.

Then, if reason comes to aid
I am pretty sure to say
I am unskilled to perform gracefully
The lowly tasks of daily toil.

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The image portrays Lady´s own feet.

Friday 15 January 2010

Ink Stain


Dear Friends,

A new year has started, a new decade has dawned. We are now enjoying either the cold Winter of the North, or the hot Summer of the South. As for myself, I am now in the Southern Hemisphere, following the warm weather, like I have in the last couple of years.
I will share with you a poem I wrote while flying Alitalia towards Barcelona, in June 2009, and suddenly became aware my pen had burst with the pressure.
Chilled ice lemon tea is suggested, in these unbearable Southern climates.

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An ink stain
While flying over the Atlantic.
The pressure
Made the ink go pop.
Stained finger
As I try to scribble
In a tidy manner
Avoiding a possible mess.

Pen swells.
It’s a fine needlepoint.
Couldn’t handle the altitude
Of the skies beyond the clouds.

It glides softly however,
Nestled in my expert grip.
Years of practice have skilled
The touch of my crooked fingers.

Soaring through the Ocean,
Still five thousand miles to go.
Nobody yet here knows
Which way it may be home.

Easy…
Mitsubishi Pencil Co.
Maybe Japanese pens
Aren’t too fond of flying after all.

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