tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75089619150413352712024-02-19T11:35:52.930-03:00Lady Astor´s Tea PartyA little space created for myself, by myself and for my own peace of mind.Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-24890022573448148302013-03-10T13:07:00.000-03:002013-03-10T13:16:55.851-03:00A pilgrim heartHappy 2013!<br />
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They say a new year brings forth new ways of expressing ourselves and viewing the World.<br />
This is a little experiment in the spanish language. As you know, I´m an Argentine writing in english, however at the behest of certain friends I have tried to write a poem in the language of my homeland.<br />
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For my usual english speaking readers, it might be a nuisance to translate, so I´ll try to upload a translation shortly.<br />
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For those of you who can read in spanish... Hope you like it!<br />
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Love, tea and cakes<br />
Lady Astor<br />
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Corazón Peregrino<br />
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Siento en mis alas </div>
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Una leve brisa,</div>
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Y en mi interior la llama</div>
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Que advierte la cercanía</div>
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De una nueva aventura.</div>
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La necesidad de recorrer,</div>
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De conocer, de observar</div>
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Nuevas tierras, parajes,</div>
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Estados de la mente.</div>
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Siento mi cuerpo vibrar</div>
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Ante la necesidad imperiosa</div>
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De levantar vuelo.</div>
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Y volver a mis raíces.</div>
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Mi esencia nómade y curiosa</div>
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Que desde mis primeros pasos</div>
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Me llevó a buscar más,</div>
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A querer mirar más allá.</div>
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Hay quien se conforma</div>
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Con un cómodo nido, </div>
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Y el alpiste suficiente para sobrevivir,</div>
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Aunque rodeado de barrotes</div>
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Yo en cambio prefiero el vuelo,</div>
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Mi ser se ennoblece en el viaje,</div>
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En la caricia del viento sobre la carretera,</div>
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En la predicción del kilometraje.</div>
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No vivo feliz en confortable domesticidad.</div>
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Me asfixia cualquier lugar</div>
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No entiende de lealtades,</div>
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Mi alma peregrina.</div>
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Siempre buscando el cofre de oro</div>
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Al otro lado del arco iris.</div>
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No soporta el terrible destino</div>
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De encontrarse varado en un puerto,</div>
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Para ver la nave echar anclas,</div>
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<br />Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-40520034644832056242012-11-07T18:20:00.000-03:002012-11-07T18:20:30.068-03:00The Original Tea PartyDear Friends,<br />
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The year was 1997 and I was working as a secretary and translator for a Sports Association in Buenos Aires. At the same time I was studying Philosophy at the University of Buenos Aires. I didn´t own a computer with Internet access back then, so I would get to work an hour early just to log into the World Wide Web. Everyone takes it for granted today, but back then it was like a huge door opening in our imaginations and our minds.<br />
I had recently read Tom Wolfe´s "The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test" and had become infatuated with Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters. So one morning I logged into the Internet and through Altavista web searcher I was able to find the official Pranksters website <a href="http://www.intrepidtrips.com/">http://www.intrepidtrips.com</a> I was ecstatic!<br />
Soon I decided to write a poem for Kesey, which I did and send and... Alas! Much to my surprise, on the next day I received an answer from the man himself, saying he had liked it so much he posted it on his outhouse (with hammer and nails) so he could read it every morning.<br />
Over the years I continued corresponding through e-mails with him, Babbs and his son Zane, until he passed... I haven´t written often in the past few years, but I will always remember Kesey´s gesture.<br />
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So, grab a pitcher of ice cool lemon tea and see if you like it yourselves! This poem was the first step in what would become to Lady Astor´s Tea Party (which has NOTHING to do with other tea parties across the World) and I wrote it when I was only 19 years old!<br />
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Love,<br />
Lady Astor<br />
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Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-56444934801032249832012-11-06T11:56:00.000-03:002012-11-06T11:56:09.108-03:00A JourneyDear Friends,<br />
<br />
I recently received a gift, a marvelous gift, from a friend. He was able to extract many of my old poems, short stories and even the skeleton of a novel I started writing when I was 19, from an old derelict hard drive I had been keeping beside me since 2006.<br />
<br />
The aim of this discovery is to finally publish a collection of my favourite works, in order to "publish or perish" as they say.<br />
<br />
This is an example of the lost words I had been keeping in a digital box for such a long time, and it feels as relevant now as it was then. So I hope you enjoy it.<br />
<br />
Love as always,<br />
Lady Astor<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Win or
lose,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Fight or
perish...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">As this we
count the hours<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Which die
and take us with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Where we
are heading<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">We know
not,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But wander
in the semi-consciousness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Of our
reality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">What you
believed in<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Has now
changed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And so you
built bridges<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">In your aim
to understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But divine
certainty<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Cannot be
understood by man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">So you
thought you’d educate yourself<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">By the
means of a journey,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Only you
did not know<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Which way you’d
travel to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">You were
guided by the stars,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">The sun and
moon,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And to a
fortunate place you arrived<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But to
stay...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Oh, no, you
were not allowed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">It was an
old scattered picture,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">A memory
from your childhood,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">When you didn’t
care for time,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">When the
mirror you feared not,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">When the
world surrounding to your self belonged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">With sorrow
you were due to part,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">We need to
evolve,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Not to rest
in pleasant times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">You knew
the journey was hard,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Incoherent
faded figures<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Came across
in thunderlike speed,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">It didn’t
matter,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">We have to
overcome our fears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then to a
sordid,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Deserted
landscape you arrived,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Cool as the
Arctic it was,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">But wisdom
and knowledge you were promised<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And you got
tempted by that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Oh, it was
very much lonesome,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Existence
in such icy grounds,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Deprived of
any companions<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Was
obsolete the understanding you’d found.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Your days
were, we could say,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Cemetery
like,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And you
decided in that place<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Your
journey would not end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Again you
were not aware<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Which way
would be best to take.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">This time
the road wasn’t wide<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And walking
through it was hard,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And so were
your heart and soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">The guides
for your steps to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And
finally, when you were beaten by tiredness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And your
legs refused to hold you,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Yet you
looked above and beheld eternity<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">With
colours that blinded your senses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Your soul
jumped to the sky<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And you
landed on the ground,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Where you
held the hand of love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Which felt
like fire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">And though
the journey wasn’t over yet,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Floating
you found a new way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">You will
walk from the first step,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">A way that
is every way,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">A way that
by souls is paved.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Barcelona, March 15th, 2006.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<br />
xx<br />
Lady Astor<br />
<br />
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<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Everyone
feels emptiness inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">From the
Mother to the Bride,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">From the
Father to the Child,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Everyone
feels emptiness inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Through a
week of pouring rain<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Drumming
ceaselessly in my head,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I walk
restless through the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Watch some
TV, lie in the couch,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Sip some
tea while rain hits the grass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Looking at
each others face<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Little to
dream and nothing to say<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Fed up with
this Suburbia<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">We thought
good enough to stay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Everyone
feels emptiness inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">From the
beggar to the rich man,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">From the
beauty to the old hag,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Everyone
feels emptiness inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Ghostly
smoke invades the room,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">We exchange
glances as we share a spliff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">The inane
voices emanating from the television<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Drone on
and on and on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">You express
dissatisfaction with the status quo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">What do you
get the man who has everything?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">A glimpse
of the past,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">A long lost
forgotten dream, perhaps?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Or a spark
to ignite a new start<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Do not
fret, because you’re not alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I’ve been
here before and I’m certain<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">I’ll be
here many times more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">Everyone
feels emptiness inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB">..............................................................</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<br /></div>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-89032937816023444732012-06-28T16:50:00.001-03:002012-06-28T16:50:13.404-03:00Waiting for Summer<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Hello Dear Ones,</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Much has happened which has led me astray, but as you will see from the following ramblings, your Lady is due a well-deserved holiday.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Swimming in
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<span lang="EN-GB">They always
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<!--EndFragment-->Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-2886561741989453362012-03-01T16:28:00.003-03:002012-03-01T16:33:19.645-03:00I loved you wellDearest Friends,<br /><br />In view of the gap forced on me by a quite hectic 2011 I plan to take on a more active stance in the current year of 2012. Will it mark the end of the World as we know it? I do not know. I wish for change however...<br /><br />Still warm as Summer´s almost gone, I sip a glass of lemon ice tea, with a twist of ginger. And breathe.<br /><br />With Love,<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />....................................................................<br /><br /><br />You know I loved you well<br />And hid my face amid your thighs<br />When I was but a child<br />And there was only you.<br /><br />And there were mysterious books<br />And Playboy magazines<br />Sitting on the upper shelves<br />Of your library.<br /><br />I would climb like Mowgli<br />To retrieve a copy<br />And would hide it <br />Underneath my mattress.<br /><br />I would worship your records<br />Believing they were very important<br />And would play them<br />When you were away.<br /><br />Did you know I used to dance naked <br />While listening to <br />“Within You, Without You”?<br />Well I Did.<br /><br />I liked to collect blades<br />Because you liked them.<br />And so we would throw knives <br />In the dirt covered roads of Mercedes.<br /><br />Like the time you picked up<br />A hitchhiking gaucho<br />Who smelled of piss,<br />Yet gave him a ride.<br /><br />I miss our outings<br />Trying to hunt deer at 5am<br />But ended up shooting a road sign<br />In the mist.<br /><br />All this and more you were,<br />I am not sitting beside you<br />And I am not tending you as a nurse,<br />But you know I loved you well.<br /><br />....................................................................<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVR-dnHBgzc0UCRnNo1mwzsVhQ3BalTZw0sbdxa5sYrXzPhjTqnFttfFL5Hc0Mx404lo_dKdJVHFE0XwHTe3HVrwdJdsj9Hi7BleKqRIjkNTBSx9SPsWzV06rxLw7d6JHohMpxNT8m0rUA/s1600/Dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVR-dnHBgzc0UCRnNo1mwzsVhQ3BalTZw0sbdxa5sYrXzPhjTqnFttfFL5Hc0Mx404lo_dKdJVHFE0XwHTe3HVrwdJdsj9Hi7BleKqRIjkNTBSx9SPsWzV06rxLw7d6JHohMpxNT8m0rUA/s320/Dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715013911337072594" /></a>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-42592305872822890332012-02-29T16:40:00.000-03:002012-02-29T16:41:16.685-03:00Nothing Lasts.................................<br /><br />It is dark outside<br />And you want to dream.<br />You want to dream<br />And feel you are the same<br />As yesterday.<br /><br />But as lightning breaks<br />Into a second long day<br />You suddenly realize<br />That you were a different person <br />Just a minute ago.<br /><br />.................................Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-69725167978715283392011-10-17T15:15:00.001-03:002011-10-17T15:17:03.732-03:00NowhereOne day I ceased writing.<br />The mere act of lifting a pen<br />Felt like treason.<br />I was tired.<br /><br />I feel tired many times.<br />And only recently <br />Have I started to wonder…<br />Is it exhaustion or is it myself?<br /><br />I’m starting to realize<br />That maybe I’m tired of my mask.<br />That the myriad of intricacies<br />Which perfect one’s personality<br />Could be tiring me.<br /><br />I can no longer find myself,<br />Nor find joy in the things <br />Which made me happy.<br />Nothing tastes like Nostalgia.<br /><br />But she is elusive,<br />And I can no longer find her<br />In the torn pages of an old book,<br />Or in the simple wonder of my garden.<br /><br />And as I lose myself,<br />Even deeper in the shadows<br />Of a mind which rarely gave me <br />Reasons for a smile<br />I feel I’m drowning.<br /><br />All the plans are gone,<br />All the truths are wrong.<br />I have lived misled,<br />Trying to climb a staircase to Nowhere.Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-38568259721555840152011-02-14T12:59:00.003-03:002011-02-14T13:06:36.231-03:00The Twelve and the Daily CowardDearest Readers,<br /><br />I return after a long while, after a gap of silence. It was not really intended, it just happened so… Last year’s end, the bacchanalia of the holidays, travelling and working had me immersed in the realities of modern daily life. My muse took a holiday as well I believe.<br /><br />Oh well, here I am, doing my usual scribbling, pondering and philosophizing, enjoying a classic cup of tea with milk, sans sugar.<br /><br /><br />xoxo,<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />………………………………….<br /><br />Are “The Twelve” archetypes<br />Of the olden Gods<br />The blueprint for the human souls?<br />Are we bound to make the same mistakes,<br />Over and over again,<br />Until we correct ourselves?<br />Are we biological sentient entities,<br />Programmed and thought up by others,<br />To accomplish a goal in a scheme<br />We cannot truly comprehend?<br /><br />These are the questions I asked myself<br />When pondering of “The Twelve”,<br />Yesterday alone at lunchtime,<br />As I watched eager families<br />Enjoying their Sunday stroll.<br /><br />Alone in my beliefs,<br />I try to understand existence,<br />This intricate puzzle we call life.<br />I have seen few moments of pure happiness,<br />Although I cannot say<br />I have not been fortunate at times.<br />I have lived though many guises,<br />Laid my bones in many places,<br />Known futility in my hunger to learn.<br />To know the nature of the soul.<br /><br />I have only but failed<br />In my obsession <br />To grasp the unattainable.<br />The door opens for a second,<br />Then it’s slammed right in my face.<br /><br />I have no love for routine,<br />Care nothing of waking up<br />At the same time <br />Every single day…<br />Guilt and duty make sure I comply.<br />And I wonder who and why,<br />Decided this should be life.<br />Strangled by obligations<br />Unable to be free at last,<br />Dependent on time…<br /><br />Why do we continue<br />To play the part<br />In this crazy play<br />Where there is no gain<br />Other than coin?<br />Why do I keep on acting<br />Like a coward without fulfilment<br />Letting the days go by,<br />Giving away my life<br />And feeling sorry for myself<br />If the fire of Creation<br />Is supposedly in my soul?<br />Or are we created slaves<br />For the benefit of few<br />And that is the real ruse?<br /><br />I think myself,<br />I think around myself,<br />I contemplate.<br />And see no perfection,<br />But cowardice…<br /><br />………………………………….<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q0p5OjvXFOmN7jJnJcYeIvEtb3LGXSnL58HHTfvWZZtOwKJspRJpYlpC8XB-teKAqnG1kAoXWVdcDKMUoUv994V4VVnYRDBybipXJE1t-k5ID8_azM8YgOZg9p6Hh7NkUsMZ92TI5MTZ/s1600/Inspiration-Prometheus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q0p5OjvXFOmN7jJnJcYeIvEtb3LGXSnL58HHTfvWZZtOwKJspRJpYlpC8XB-teKAqnG1kAoXWVdcDKMUoUv994V4VVnYRDBybipXJE1t-k5ID8_azM8YgOZg9p6Hh7NkUsMZ92TI5MTZ/s320/Inspiration-Prometheus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573576518321321666" /></a><br /><br />Prometheus and his brother Atlas.Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-7769252092810167402010-11-08T16:42:00.006-03:002010-11-09T11:21:32.080-03:00Another ManMy Friends,<br />Argentina has mourned the loss of their former president and current president’s husband Nestor Kirchner. My views on the current administration have never been forgiving; therefore, I waited for some time until I posted my poetic views on Mr Kirchner’s demise.<br />To those readers who see in him something I do not I beg forgiveness, hopefully I am mistaken. But these are my opinions, and as such subjective and maybe flawed, but at least they are fully mine.<br /><br />Godspeed!<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br />A rich man passed away.<br />Today, it was less than a fortnight ago.<br />I made myself wait<br />Until I last dared<br />To write and publish<br />What I must say.<br /><br />A powerful man passed away,<br />As powerful as a man can be,<br />As cunning as a man can be…<br />He wielded power with an iron fist.<br /><br />Yet crying masses of people<br />Mourned his demise.<br />Friends and family of mine<br />Attended the grandiose wake.<br />The funeral of a Statesman,<br />A Ruler of these Southern Lands.<br /><br />Yet I can’t understand<br />Why the slave cries<br />Over his Master’s death.<br />Does the slave not know how to be free?<br /><br />Huge mass of grey crowd,<br />Gathers to cry beneath the rain.<br />This is Plaza de Mayo.<br />Crowds have cried in this spot,<br />Mothers have mourned in this spot,<br />For over two hundred years.<br /><br />I can’t understand their weeping,<br />Am I too detached?<br />This man and his wife exercised power<br />Like few others before them.<br /><br />They were unable, however to bring Justice,<br />To end corruption,<br />To change the backbone of this hungry land.<br />Yet they were apt enough<br />To increase their huge wealth.<br />And increase their friends’ wealth as well…<br /><br />Hundreds of thousands grieved for this man,<br />I can’t understand why…<br />I respect their pain,<br />But cannot help to wonder why.<br /><br />A Machiavellian wonder,<br />The victory of Saturn over Apollo,<br />A kingdom of falseness,<br />The tears of the crocodile,<br />The Isis of Osiris wears the mask of war,<br />The Lost Souls of the slave mind weep.<br /><br />What will it be? Who will we be?<br />They long for a Father<br />Then turn for a Mother.<br />Nobody wants to grow up.<br /><br />For some an agent of change.<br />For others a criminal mastermind,<br />For his party members a lost leader,<br />For the think tanks a myth to be founded,<br />For his family the loss of the patriarch,<br />For the Gods… Just another man.<br /><br />.....................................................<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckTi7RwHvNn-eLuKZr-1PsPmC8zG0LjFoca5n_C_GnqKEFGR7Pkcpv911_ATO9c40D8ztcXmppsrdtIHMVEpxsyS0Ub3GIymA8S1XSX01hXIsitrycnAf1SS9qEYoRGSwffzJD8cf-Z5d/s1600/hector_funeral.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckTi7RwHvNn-eLuKZr-1PsPmC8zG0LjFoca5n_C_GnqKEFGR7Pkcpv911_ATO9c40D8ztcXmppsrdtIHMVEpxsyS0Ub3GIymA8S1XSX01hXIsitrycnAf1SS9qEYoRGSwffzJD8cf-Z5d/s320/hector_funeral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537269893922886562" /></a>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-36592435568450091872010-10-22T23:08:00.002-03:002010-10-22T23:16:59.725-03:00Ages in ViolenceFull perfect Moon in the night sky, a dark week down South. A dark poem for dark times. Hopefully, violence births a new Era, and silences the incessant lies.<br /><br />Love as always,<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />.............................<br /><br />Worlds are created by violence<br />Stars are born through violence<br />Galaxies are formed.<br />Dark matter,<br />Interstellar mass,<br />Dense gas clouds in full Technicolor.<br /><br />Stars are born from chaos,<br />And at the end of their lives<br />They blow up as supernovas.<br />Huge explosions!<br /><br />Life as we know it<br />As the never-ending,<br />Intertwining serpent,<br />Which twirls and bites <br />Its eternal tail<br />From Alpha to Omega.<br /><br />All life is born through violence.<br />And love is violent,<br />And sex is violent.<br />And yet, we fail to see its beauty.<br /><br />Because darkness can be beautiful,<br />Like the forbidden taste of yage,<br />Doorway to the land of Gods.<br />But beware, beware!<br />Because the ancient powers<br />Can punch you in the face.<br /><br />We are taught to abhor violence,<br />Even if innate to the human condition.<br />But do not doubt...<br />We are violent, because we are alive.<br /><br />.............................<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXi78yt9V6stLmr-NYm6-4sYicbRI_DMekeRbM9hbLk2Tvw2cA95z3Z53o9MsPB1p3G6ZjWO4blyEur81lr2ZQqIobpnP3_XpgL2YGhsbhxLlyv-ZcBXO5VbIHgQhP7j69lFSDs7dmldKZ/s1600/web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXi78yt9V6stLmr-NYm6-4sYicbRI_DMekeRbM9hbLk2Tvw2cA95z3Z53o9MsPB1p3G6ZjWO4blyEur81lr2ZQqIobpnP3_XpgL2YGhsbhxLlyv-ZcBXO5VbIHgQhP7j69lFSDs7dmldKZ/s320/web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531059591374409010" /></a><br /><br />Death of a Star in CassiopeiaLady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-90670720229195667322010-09-19T21:35:00.003-03:002010-09-19T21:46:05.738-03:00Going HomeDearest Friends,<br /><br />You might have noticed a pattern lately in my poetry, I am sometimes incensed by the lack of reason and constant repetition of thoughts society displays. I beg you forgive my anger. I feel strongly about things, sometimes too much.<br /><br />The following poem was written on the plane back home, returning from my holidays in the lovely Patagonian city of Bariloche.<br />I just had a lovely green tea, after a night of hard celebrations for my 10th year anniversary with my lovely husband, partner, and best friend. It was also his birthday.<br /><br />Love as always,<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />…………………………………………………………..<br /><br />Going home…<br />Things always become weird <br />When holidays are over<br />And you get to head back home.<br /><br />“Home is where the heart is.”<br />If this were true<br />I would be living in London,<br />Athens, Cairo or Rome.<br /><br />Where is my heart?<br />Where is my home?<br />I am Ulysses<br />Forever lost.<br /><br />I´m just a simple soul<br />Who tries to wear a smile<br />As often as she can,<br />Most of the time.<br /><br />But to feel the scorn<br />Of care and love forlorn<br />Takes the smile away<br />Closeby, or far away.<br /><br />…………………………………………………………..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWV3Ld44vMRytulv84T09fSRSCRRV7hnyKk0ApL-ikYwsIXvtz8VBbODTyGlNNx74uc_mR34L1pmHvu2It0HuDJa_e9Yg7E81okTDT8-Gqq_R49akfVV9o5RzcAy32OIZYxP4mcGuaKH0J/s1600/home-sweet-home.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWV3Ld44vMRytulv84T09fSRSCRRV7hnyKk0ApL-ikYwsIXvtz8VBbODTyGlNNx74uc_mR34L1pmHvu2It0HuDJa_e9Yg7E81okTDT8-Gqq_R49akfVV9o5RzcAy32OIZYxP4mcGuaKH0J/s320/home-sweet-home.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518790430310273282" /></a>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-37178416442999565652010-09-14T13:49:00.003-03:002010-09-14T13:58:17.126-03:00For Manes´sake!This poem is dedicated to fellow Argentine poet Belén Iannuzzi, in the hopes she can cease to watch the world in black and white and tunes into technicolor.<br /><br />From Lady, with love<br /><br />...............................................................<br /><br /><br />There is Light<br />In the deep Darkness<br />Of the void.<br />Stars shine <br />Through the shadows <br />Of the blackest night.<br /><br />The beauty of the dusk and dawn,<br />In which the conflict<br />Of Light and dark<br />Becomes more evident,<br />Can be more delightful<br />Than the blinding sun,<br />Or the moonless night.<br /><br />Yet so many yearn<br />For a World defined<br />By black and white.<br />Unwittingly denying<br />The many shades of grey<br />Which lie in both nature and heart.<br /><br />I want to be the raging sea<br />That brings the bountiful catch.<br />I want to burn<br />Like the cleansing fires<br />That will later bring the crops.<br />I want to be the embodiment<br />Of a blazing star at midnight.<br /><br />Those who want it simple,<br />Always yelling "wolf!"<br />Will never be capable <br />Of learning the flow,<br />The fire and ice,<br />Of the nature’s child.<br />Neither good nor evil,<br />Neither “Tis nor Tat”.<br /><br />Yet you point the finger,<br />And believe you’re righteous,<br />Bringing back an Old Persian’s<br />Flawed and archaic thoughts.<br />And the nerve to call others “vintage”<br />In their ways and words!<br /><br />When you are blind to see<br />Outside your own tiny World,<br />I tell you things<br />are almost never what they seem.<br /><br />...............................................................<br /><br />Vincent needs no introduction<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8W9ja83Q8f5kppdX0Vfs2yqwE2KqfRB8cph0KZ4lRxlR3ZniDXrWFglOg7AeHBtO56wsq3h25jphZ2XkcbhRsailgZxkwV2e7tQOpZ-SxmpnjnFBiXOS2-mHPAw2z78NoD4S-0IZaI3E/s1600/starry.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8W9ja83Q8f5kppdX0Vfs2yqwE2KqfRB8cph0KZ4lRxlR3ZniDXrWFglOg7AeHBtO56wsq3h25jphZ2XkcbhRsailgZxkwV2e7tQOpZ-SxmpnjnFBiXOS2-mHPAw2z78NoD4S-0IZaI3E/s320/starry.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516814173444178018" /></a>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-54940981208822755912010-08-23T20:23:00.003-03:002010-08-23T20:28:10.122-03:00Let it snowMy dearest friends,<br /><br />I am now sitting next to a sleeping mountain dog, my only companion while I wait for my husband to return from his skiing session. I do not ski, so I brought over my computer to keep track of my friends and family on these idle hours.<br /><br />I enjoyed these holidays very much, my first holidays in five long years. Too bad they have to end… But as I type along I think of all those who can’t afford to have holidays, those who have never seen, never will see the pure white snow cover the dirt and make it beautiful.<br /><br />There is much talk about inequity in my country. And it should be an angry debate more than a talk, for most suffer in silence. But those who have the loudest voice, are the very same who rob opportunities to the working citizen, who create the monopolies they accuse others of having, who roam around the Earth in private jets and lavish jewels while hunger and ignorance surround the land they represent.<br /><br />I will not tolerate the hypocritical banter of corrupt millionaires, who increased their fortune thanks to inequity. I refuse to listen to lies. I refuse to take sides. The current Argentinean government wants people to be with them by any means, and whoever disagrees becomes an instant enemy. But I dislike their enemies too, relics of a past we all want to leave behind.<br /><br />I am one. I am independent. I write because I can, in the name of all who have no voice, we are all pawns in this insane power struggle. I write in English, modern day’s Latin, so my words can be understood far and wide.<br /><br />Open your eyes!<br /><br />Loves you always,<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />…………………………………………………………………<br /><br />Never saw the snow <br />Like today before.<br />The bright white,<br />Bright white light.<br />Like Christmas in American movies<br />Where everyone is happy.<br /><br />I am happy too,<br />And still I haven’t got the fear<br />That grips most human souls<br />At the end of their short vacations.<br /><br />Holidays are always short<br />For those who toil<br />In the never ending rat race<br />Of modern life.<br />For we are not rats<br />But human beings.<br /><br />Is there something we can do<br />To end this game?<br />On some newspaper<br />I read about the news today.<br /><br />A proven crook,<br />Who obediently follows<br />His master’s voice – a bigger crook,<br />Tries to scare us by saying<br />We are being disobedient.<br />He clearly never read Thoreau…<br /><br />But still, there is the snow…<br />The pure untainted snow,<br />For those lucky to afford it,<br />Mainly people from abroad.<br /><br />And the goons believe they’re clever.<br />To a certain extent they are.<br />They’re almost as clever as Adolf,<br />Or Josef, or Ho or old Mao.<br />Bang!<br />The shit goes down.<br /><br />Today I am happy,<br />But tomorrow will shortly come.<br />And so I sharpen my pencil…<br />I´m going back to the field in no time.<br /><br />…………………………………………………………………<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGwy90c_ytcVcFT90AQRgwc2B9D-V5WvZaCczlIxCxcdKqoaEWpen_TG-_olSDy11dctpHb2Be1P4xivyTkojoOPUQrfNxTApJgJ8QQdcFrM9T__XlVwkODGZunPf-P4ZjzFQJjZfrpTV/s1600/40529_140984519271069_100000785667021_186074_7479124_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGwy90c_ytcVcFT90AQRgwc2B9D-V5WvZaCczlIxCxcdKqoaEWpen_TG-_olSDy11dctpHb2Be1P4xivyTkojoOPUQrfNxTApJgJ8QQdcFrM9T__XlVwkODGZunPf-P4ZjzFQJjZfrpTV/s320/40529_140984519271069_100000785667021_186074_7479124_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508750857759954866" /></a><br /><br />Cerro Otto, Bariloche, Argentina<br /><br />We must simply exchange our tea for chocolate!Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-7715372438155789182010-07-26T19:40:00.004-03:002010-07-26T19:45:56.407-03:00The TrollI’m sadly amazed at the levels of violence we humans are using while operating in the free arena that is the Internet. Makes me wonder how life would be if Government and State would cease to exist… And believe me this is cause of grief, because I am an anarchist, and I hate big Government.<br /><br />Saddened because I encounter this behaviour daily, in posts regarding all sorts of topics, and with people of all walks of life and all sorts of educational levels. It leaves me pondering if we ever will become free of the tyranny of our egos. I know I am to blame as well, because I am also a narcissist, because I want to be right… But at what cost? That, my friends is the ultimate question.<br /><br />Those in South America may enjoy a lovely cup of boldus tea, but I’m afraid it might be hard to find in the boreal regions of the planet.<br /><br />My love as always,<br />Lady Astor<br /><br />………………………………………………<br /><br />I hate you<br />Because I think.<br />I know what lies within your head.<br />I am pretty certain,<br />Just by looking at you,<br />What is on your mind.<br /><br />Moreover,<br />Upon checking out two words you said<br />I can tell the entire structure of your thought.<br />Where you are from,<br />Where you were before<br />And where you will be.<br /><br />Because I know.<br />I know you are wrong.<br />And I am of course,<br />Completely right.<br />And if you haven’t noticed<br />I can tell all that, with a blink of my mind’s eye!<br /><br />But you see,<br />I’m completely tolerant.<br />If someone ever thought up a statue<br />To commemorate the most equitable person on Earth.<br />My effigy would become<br />The monument’s grandiose face.<br /><br />Your years of study,<br />Your abilities <br />Your contemplation…<br />Are all irrelevant.<br />Resistance is futile.<br />I am right and you are wrong.<br /><br />Simple as that.<br />Because I might be a troll,<br />But I’m also sure,<br />I’m on the good side of the fence.<br />I just know I’m right<br />And you are not.<br /><br />………………………………………………<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpclYKRsRYY6fEKCdDfLiQAoQ7BXRqEctc_gozlQ5Qo2bao3N6dXgF-oFXYrcxUIriDKePw9L2ryeVmiGmhpHvY4qV22u_02yH8C13C1K6ruG3rGqKHR3m81q5C-CwBnxbXao6kpWvDL7e/s1600/NetTroll.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpclYKRsRYY6fEKCdDfLiQAoQ7BXRqEctc_gozlQ5Qo2bao3N6dXgF-oFXYrcxUIriDKePw9L2ryeVmiGmhpHvY4qV22u_02yH8C13C1K6ruG3rGqKHR3m81q5C-CwBnxbXao6kpWvDL7e/s320/NetTroll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498348979272318418" /></a><br /><br />The Troll is illustrated by John KovalicLady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-16716735646201147722010-07-21T16:13:00.005-03:002010-07-21T16:16:49.241-03:00Friend in LightYesterday was “Friend’s Day” in Argentina. One of those annoyingly commercial dates that count on media manipulation, so that everyone feels guilt should they not give gifts – or phone calls, e-mails, assorted greetings, etc - away to their friends… And by friends I mean anyone from annoying peers at work to your old high school buddies.<br />I chose to write this poem on the day after. It’s dedicated to one of my best friends, who has also been portrayed in several other poems, which can be found in this very log.<br />I believe it can be better enjoyed in the company of some ginger tea.<br /><br />……………………………………………………<br /><br />Friend in Light<br />Without fright<br />Takes a dive<br />Deep in the night.<br /><br />Open wide<br />Your curious eyes<br />With the spark<br />Of a newborn child.<br /><br />Look up<br />At the changing stars.<br />Upwards is<br />What downwards does.<br /><br />In due time <br />You will see<br />That you are <br />What you will.<br /><br />If you will<br />With true love,<br />You will know<br />What you are.<br /><br />Real is not touch<br />Taste or sight.<br />Real is existence<br />In this lower realm.<br />Which is not absolute.<br />But changeable,<br />Flawed<br />And corrupt.<br /><br />But ideas are not.<br />They forever stand,<br />Perfect in the heavens<br />Perfect in the land.<br /><br />This is the best gift<br />I can give to you.<br />As a father, as a son,<br />As a friend in Light.<br /><br />Dedicated to Juan Sabato<br />……………………………………………………<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNvI3Z_xPsLhH7hOBJtPoV3lrwcJwmTtuDuG_uu8Eftvh2wLsmEBd6JWsaNTgir0izkTEtXSQWqoGQo8o3GK7DJ4zXLfSrYbpZdxETXwBaqkUxfqQW_ESJ_MyTRolU32ogds0j_orrWnt/s1600/20080618SounioMoonRise01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNvI3Z_xPsLhH7hOBJtPoV3lrwcJwmTtuDuG_uu8Eftvh2wLsmEBd6JWsaNTgir0izkTEtXSQWqoGQo8o3GK7DJ4zXLfSrYbpZdxETXwBaqkUxfqQW_ESJ_MyTRolU32ogds0j_orrWnt/s320/20080618SounioMoonRise01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496440020311673618" /></a><br /><br />Full Moon rising behind the ancient temple of Poseidon at SounioLady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-2008220805984673102010-07-19T17:52:00.004-03:002010-07-19T18:12:08.274-03:00Pound of FleshDear friends,<br />This is a new venture for me. Never before had I attempted to intertwine my views on local Argentinian politics with my poetry. I spent most of my adult life as an expat and therefore I was active in the society I lived in, keeping the thoughts about my homeland for myself.<br />But nowadays, with so much hate-mongering exploding like geysers in my land of birth, I sense that if tension is breaking the surface of the unseen, I might as well eject some turbulent thoughts myself.<br />Rabid supporters of the current government, some of whom I sadly count among my friends, have become angry zealots who defend dogma. I have always stood by the freak of the land, the motherless, the queer, the voiceless… So when things start to go weird, when you have to pick a side because if you don´t, if you dissent, you are consorting with everything that is evil… I choose to pick no side, but the side of reason.<br /><br />Enjoy your green tea with some mint. And breathe.<br /><br />Lady Astor loves you, always...<br /><br />……………………………………………..<br /><br />You are so damn sure.<br />You look at me with contempt,<br />Half smirk,<br />Shallow eyes,<br />Random facial hair.<br /><br />You preach like the priests you hate<br />And outdark your foes with your lip.<br />Rewrite the past for convenience,<br />But swiftly accuse any detractor<br />With dirt dug from their graves.<br /><br />Your flag says you stand for the poor,<br />Yet you side with the wealthy.<br />Conniving, dark, corrupt…<br />Relics of a past<br />That just won’t go.<br /><br />I am the sepoy.<br />The traitor you must shut up,<br />The traitor who lived abroad<br />And became enamoured with the Evil Empire.<br />A Lady when you wish there were only pigs and whores.<br /><br />You tie yourself to old antics,<br />Still watching the tube in black and white,<br />While the wild colours of the multiverse<br />Keep blinding newborn souls<br />That you haven’t yet touched.<br /><br />You drone.<br />You ignorant.<br />You fool.<br />Just a tool in the shed of Shylock’s den<br />Ready to serve.<br /><br />You are the heckler in my speech.<br />Shouting obscenities because I don’t believe.<br />Come up and debate with me,<br />Share my stage,<br />Wake up and be free!<br /><br />Because if you want me to take sides in your binary game<br />You’ve lost me since the first day.<br />I do not perform for the blind,<br />So whatever you hear me say<br />You will only get it if you wake up and play.<br /><br />I only wish I am mistaken,<br />I wish it just for your sake.<br />I wouldn’t want to be where you are standing.<br />When Shylock and his aging queen <br />Demand their pound of flesh.<br /><br />……………………………………………..Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-56451330619243516632010-07-16T15:12:00.005-03:002010-07-19T23:28:59.554-03:00The Coldest Day of the YearNo preface today, just poetry, in remembrance of Martin Inda.<br /><br />....................................................<br /><br /><br />I’m brewing in hate,<br />The worst of all emotions.<br />I lose another friend<br />In such a short term.<br />I’m tired.<br /><br />When you lose a friend<br />That sense of loss<br />Invades your soul.<br />Who will be there to tell our stories<br />When all our friends are gone?<br /><br />All the images of times spent together<br />Flood my mind’s eye<br />In this chilly weather.<br />It is the coldest day of the year.<br />Tears warm my cheeks.<br /><br />Times too hard,<br />Times too hard are getting to me.<br />And cold crisp air,<br />Reminds me of all those friends<br />Who couldn’t stay.<br /><br />Who is to tell,<br />When the time is up?<br />As the Fates keep spinning the thread,<br />I wonder,<br />Who will be next in line for Athropos´s final cut?<br /><br />....................................................<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgng0uLTZv3t-UNTdFU5d0mEek3vZYeM0zkGnjrers8-feZyC36AlBprDu3tZKCV3XiNysRqurs4AEtptroYnV4x4otaaRo9xtxTf1jXn7ovdR0M42dCHo5kvINniVzyF64XIhAU0SlJDXZ/s1600/death.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgng0uLTZv3t-UNTdFU5d0mEek3vZYeM0zkGnjrers8-feZyC36AlBprDu3tZKCV3XiNysRqurs4AEtptroYnV4x4otaaRo9xtxTf1jXn7ovdR0M42dCHo5kvINniVzyF64XIhAU0SlJDXZ/s320/death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494569079308150738" /></a><br /><br />"The Triumph of Death", Pieter Brueghel The Elder, 1562, Museo del Prado, Madrid.Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-74435569164656854922010-06-09T15:11:00.002-03:002010-06-09T15:58:44.141-03:00A CycleHello my dearest friends,<br /><br />It is with a bittersweet feeling I take up writing today. I have written about my father in this blog and dedicated poems to him as well. It is with deep sadness that I learn how to deal with a new situation, since he recently had a stroke and is going through what I consider Hell. Unable to move of speak, unable to eat or swallow… a prisoner in his own body, the stature of the proud man shattered forever.<br /><br />These are times of reminiscing, times of looking at his mirror and thinking about life. What have I done with the life I’ve been given? Have I given more than I have taken? Have I been righteous, have I seized every day? The answer is difficult since we try to do our best and sometimes it just isn’t enough. I fear my father’s situation, and know for a fact he would much rather leave this World than remain as he is. The thoughts that cross my mind are sometimes so ominous they choke me with their tight embrace…<br /><br />I’ll drink many cups of Earl Grey and milk, to remind me of better times, when I was just a child and everything was potential.<br /><br />………………………………….<br /><br />Again,<br />Up in the air.<br />Watching the cotton-like clouds<br />And the tidy fields<br />From above.<br /><br />The Peace from above…<br />No ringing phones<br />No daunting news<br />No rush.<br />Only a capsule in the sky,<br />Suspended in time.<br /><br />Times are a-changing.<br />Too fast paced for me<br />Those I have known have either departed,<br />Are about to do so,<br />Or are just growing old… (As do I)<br /><br />How did it come to be?<br />That yesterday’s maiden<br />Turns tomorrow thirty and three.<br />That my younger sister,<br />Whom I held with tiny arms,<br />Is now with child.<br />That my strong, hardened father<br />Is tied to a hospital bed,<br />His essence lost forever…<br /><br />So many before me<br />Have written about time,<br />The passing of time,<br />Its fleeting nature<br />And how it changes the nature of man.<br /><br />But to endure it…<br />That’s a totally different thing!<br />To watch beauty fade<br />To be called a madam <br />Instead of a girl,<br />To lose the reflection of your own self.<br /><br />These are the hard times<br />Of growth and endurance.<br />May the New Year ahead<br />Bring forth the courage<br />To accept and embrace<br />The changes brought forth by time.<br /><br />………………………………….<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEYgz8kmz_rlZPUlccxRjNpzzDnMuP0QJkYqD-CSOIOLSLpWOvFD8VQePP-w0a7f_H4YBk6R3hNCn5cbQh6CRdZH9CsGt-cKCrH9m9urIMGvvVLaS5R4Z8RzH9XNVz0uuDYmLf2Gz5oOp/s1600/papa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCEYgz8kmz_rlZPUlccxRjNpzzDnMuP0QJkYqD-CSOIOLSLpWOvFD8VQePP-w0a7f_H4YBk6R3hNCn5cbQh6CRdZH9CsGt-cKCrH9m9urIMGvvVLaS5R4Z8RzH9XNVz0uuDYmLf2Gz5oOp/s320/papa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480850128400511442" /></a>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-62077808893068373192010-04-25T16:57:00.005-03:002010-04-25T17:29:19.705-03:00Sibling BlissMy friends,<br /><br />The weather has become colder, I have moved to a new house which needs lots of work, I have been toiling incessantly, me and my partner in love and life have started a new venture with which we are not entirely content...Time rolls by as it tends to do, mercilessly. But the most important news from Lady Astor’s World is the recent marriage of my beautiful and always sheltered sister. <br />The church ceremony and ball was yesterday, with everyone dressed to the nines. Even Rob donned a grey smoking jacket! I was fortunate enough my sister requested I read a passage from the Holy Book - Corinthians 13 - and even when I was overwhelmed by emotion I did my best to make the words sound clear.<br />It was a happy day I will recall for the years to come. My younger sister is not only a woman, she is now a wife.<br /><br /><br />.........................<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySD_yiTg4-TOtkhPBm7cm6ir7eMbCO_ok5lzQYPq19axqXUKwtYVCDRHRihtvpH5z2mR1RJSJnLv7YayC9IK0lhUYFsKRdKn8vR8lpiXq6gl8cZ2L5Mxt6ndDf1I_ZzRkry_Kbsijvfff/s1600/25582_10150157332360048_866635047_11838643_4862807_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiySD_yiTg4-TOtkhPBm7cm6ir7eMbCO_ok5lzQYPq19axqXUKwtYVCDRHRihtvpH5z2mR1RJSJnLv7YayC9IK0lhUYFsKRdKn8vR8lpiXq6gl8cZ2L5Mxt6ndDf1I_ZzRkry_Kbsijvfff/s320/25582_10150157332360048_866635047_11838643_4862807_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464173559815754866" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">On Love</span><br /><br />Love<br />And hold,<br />And cherish<br />And protect.<br /><br />Forgive,<br />Forget,<br />Caress... <br />Bring forth kindness.<br /><br />Create the World you live in,<br />Rather than conform.<br />The future is yours,<br />Live in the Now.<br /><br />Two people wander,<br />They errantly walk the lands.<br />They have never seen <br />Each other’s face.<br /><br />Until they stumble <br />Across each other.<br />And a tiny spark <br />Is ignited within.<br /><br />It is the energy of potential.<br />Of “might be”.<br />It’s the seed of Love.<br /><br />The selfless feeling,<br />Capable of making an egotist<br />Into a believer.<br />A gentle vibration<br />Which invades the Soul.<br /><br />We are forever changed,<br />And we no longer walk alone,<br />When we allow the spark<br />To grow,<br />Become a Light,<br />And guide us through this Life.<br />Embrace it, nurture it,<br />Do not be afraid to let your ego fade.<br />Love is Magick.<br /><br />.........................<br /><br />Dedicated to Mr and Mrs Ferrari-Hernando.<br /><br />The blend of love is Rosehip, a soothing tea which combined with rosehip jam - my favourite - will warm the hearts of those who reside below the Equator.Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-72710383362732087692010-02-12T19:51:00.003-03:002010-02-12T20:36:59.100-03:00The JokerMy lovely ones,<br /><br />First of all I would like to thank the lovely words I receive in comments and e-mails from those who read my poems. Some of you I met through this space, and even if I haven´t met your acquaintance yet, I sincerely hope to do so very soon. <br /><br />We are all passengers in the same old ship, we share so much and yet pretend we are above or below decks in regards to our fellows. We are not, and through Art it is that Culture progresses, as someone wiser and older than myself shared in her Manifesto "Active Resistance to Propaganda", I´m talking about Dame Vivienne Westwood. I translated such Manifesto to the Spanish language a few days ago, and it will be published in <a href="http://intelectualyfrivola.com">Galera Magazine</a> for the benefit of those who don´t understand the language of the Bard.<br /><br />Today I will share a sentimental piece, which is unlikely in me. I rarely share poems inspired by my personal life and the sentiments I feel towards my life partner and companion. But there is always the exception, and since I thought I had lost him for good due to my foolish ways, I hereby present it to the World.<br /><br />A nice energetic Chinese ginger tea should be sipped through each paragraph to greet the Year of the Tiger. This is my personal recommendation.<br /><br />Blessed Be<br />Lady Astor<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86991aFzd7nA_qoq8HbV37z6ZzTvMBsrii2xqLp8-UPTvJ0XPLZrYTZ7eb3vcu8tsV19WlJRtyYsqg5vnHhb9HtrXGOovWYtDT0N2PzUr5PkuvTNQJSwmFrcOYaB6SYjoPr-lx8OvP9gF/s1600-h/LoversKey.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj86991aFzd7nA_qoq8HbV37z6ZzTvMBsrii2xqLp8-UPTvJ0XPLZrYTZ7eb3vcu8tsV19WlJRtyYsqg5vnHhb9HtrXGOovWYtDT0N2PzUr5PkuvTNQJSwmFrcOYaB6SYjoPr-lx8OvP9gF/s320/LoversKey.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437502903169254546" /></a><br /><br />………………………………………………………<br /><br /><br />Everything has an ending<br />Endings being bitter<br />Tearing our hearts<br />Drowning our souls with tears.<br /><br />You look at all the pieces.<br />The puzzle of the memories<br />Comes to life.<br />And then you see the first smile,<br />The very first kiss.<br />You were falling in love.<br /><br />We were young and beautiful,<br />Full of hope.<br />And the river of pure life<br />Was strong and its waters deep.<br /><br />The little face full of wonder,<br />As I saw the very place<br />I had dreamed of all my life – Piccadilly Circus.<br />And it was the most precious gift<br />Given to me by anyone. <br />And it was all you.<br /><br />I became your wife,<br />Your partner.<br />I lost my innocence<br />In a foreign land.<br /><br />We fought together<br />Against forces much stronger<br />And far wealthier than us.<br />We lost and we won – sometimes.<br />But maybe what we lost,<br />Was that hope we had from the start.<br /><br />And the river dried<br />And the bridges were broken<br />So we couldn’t hear or see<br />The heart on the other shore.<br /><br />We were too naïve<br />We thought love conquers all.<br />But the World…<br />Oh, the World isn’t built upon love!<br />The World is built upon blood,<br />It’s built upon blood and coin.<br /><br />So we each fail.<br />And the root of failure<br />Is the fabric of our fears.<br />Our haunting childhood fears.<br /><br />In me it’s envy.<br />Fear of being derelict.<br />Lack of trust.<br />I miss my father,<br />Who is too crazy,<br />Even crazier than my mother.<br /><br />I become weak<br />And disappointed<br />With a life far too normal.<br />And I really hate getting up.<br /><br />A job I dislike so much<br />Brings back resentment.<br />I have no time to live<br />I have no place to be me<br />Then I cease to enjoy life.<br />I want the time that you have!<br /><br />Days are monotonous,<br />They keep piling up.<br />Until they become months…<br />And I keep getting up early,<br />While you keep waking up late.<br /><br />God is the ultimate Joker.<br />Today I understand The Comedian.<br />I have everything a person could want,<br />But nothing I want.<br />And I just lost<br />The only person I have ever loved.<br /><br /><br />………………………………………………………Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-58687672635144651232010-02-02T20:22:00.003-03:002010-02-02T20:36:10.147-03:00A Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdd8_yRNkETlWbPZBidBfYSWspmWIrzGxO1YYCiWpYUpcxy4kNTXsRyNe3k-MKrjDIt8NgAciwfikDtjmqrzIDrVy5ImR3P6aVb8YLZmYdp3voCVe1_UYRUKFy3c4myQS5CFfz8cy03xv/s1600-h/hope-talisman-new-year-holiday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdd8_yRNkETlWbPZBidBfYSWspmWIrzGxO1YYCiWpYUpcxy4kNTXsRyNe3k-MKrjDIt8NgAciwfikDtjmqrzIDrVy5ImR3P6aVb8YLZmYdp3voCVe1_UYRUKFy3c4myQS5CFfz8cy03xv/s320/hope-talisman-new-year-holiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433793208027908242" /></a><br />.....................................<br /><br />It is today the first birthday of this little space.<br />A year to feel and share,<br />To meet new people<br />To weave a thread like Arachne<br />That links me to other worlds.<br /><br />The year of one plus one<br />Was a year of loss,<br />Deception and betrayal,<br />Unfulfilled projects and dreams.<br /><br />I became aware of my body<br />I acknowledged the passage of time<br />I went from Maiden to Matron.<br />Though still childless…<br />I grew up.<br /><br />I wrote thirty-three original poems,<br />I aided my loved ones and learnt<br />Humility and compassion,<br />And found joy in despair.<br /><br />I saw my biggest fears<br />Eye to eye<br />And realized that you can lose everything.<br />But when you find yourself<br />Nothing you can lose is lost.<br /><br />I am again about to move,<br />In a few weeks only<br />I will be packing again<br />And changing the roof above my head.<br /><br />It is the fate of some<br />To move, to transform, to change,<br />To become new incarnations<br />In this very world.<br /><br />To all those who ever read these lines,<br />If they made you think, or fantasize,<br />I thank you for coming by.<br />See you later!<br />Good Year.<br /><br />.....................................Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-26927900814872487642010-01-29T16:34:00.001-03:002010-01-29T16:35:45.292-03:00HeatI am much to hot to even address you my pets...<br /><br />Love,<br />Lady<br /><br />........................................<br /><br />Heat.<br />On barely clothed refusing to work moiself.<br />That evil green duck on the screen<br />Is waiting for me to return<br />And keep working after lunch.<br /><br />There was no lunch.<br />I lied.<br />It´s too hot for me to eat.<br />And yesterday I heaved over the lovely pasta I dined.<br /><br />I have no pool.<br />Oh, how I wish for a pool!<br />The crystalline chlorine filled waters<br />Of a large man made pond.<br /><br />I feel trapped in my working room.<br />It is the only air conditioned room<br />In the whole house.<br />And it isn´t as cool as I would want.<br /><br />A large bottle of water<br />Lies by my desk.<br />I have poured a million glasses,<br />I feel faint…<br />Heat. <br /><br />........................................Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-36517490248213464472010-01-21T18:14:00.003-03:002010-01-21T20:51:49.533-03:00ClumsyDearest Readers,<br /><br />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.<br />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…<br /> 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.<br />Basically, what I have also discerned is that I am quite incompetent when it comes to routinely mimicking the same boring stuff.<br /> <br />A cool lemonade recipe for the unbearably HOT weather in Buenos Aires:<br /><br />Lemon + Lime + Water + Ginger + Mint + Lots of Ice<br /><br />Be well my dears!<br /><br /><br />…………………………………<br /><br /><br />My clumsy self!<br />I sprained my foot<br />And now it hurts.<br /><br />It is being soothed by warm water<br />And lots of salt,<br />As it sits in a blue basin<br />On my kitchen floor.<br /><br />Upstairs<br />Rob plays disco records<br />To practice for Saturday night.<br /><br />I wish I could climb<br />The stairs in a flash,<br />But as I hurt myself<br />I can’t.<br /><br />I wonder why have I <br />To be so ungainly…<br />I have such a will<br />To have it all done yesterday<br />That sometimes it makes me sloppy.<br /><br />I bore easily<br />And it enhances my awkwardness.<br />I realize I should learn<br />How to become more patient<br />And hence, more graceful.<br /><br />Although…<br />I am not as eager<br />When I read or when I write<br /> I have also realized.<br /><br />It is only when I have<br />To fulfil the menial tasks<br />I am imposed to survive.<br /><br />Then, if reason comes to aid<br />I am pretty sure to say<br />I am unskilled to perform gracefully<br />The lowly tasks of daily toil.<br /><br />…………………………………<br /><br />The image portrays Lady´s own feet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOibKsl0O6VhuNaS4TAdO31l2Sby4mMpYInyYlNIwQ_6T32bkQwj5D8zQa6V0c39nbGN3vQsWBL3pKle8PTOdE2AjJwFA2YZ3R2ytngS-ql-MU4WPl-zMMbXfC_WpUUAODTqGzMPn33u0/s1600-h/DSC00320+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOibKsl0O6VhuNaS4TAdO31l2Sby4mMpYInyYlNIwQ_6T32bkQwj5D8zQa6V0c39nbGN3vQsWBL3pKle8PTOdE2AjJwFA2YZ3R2ytngS-ql-MU4WPl-zMMbXfC_WpUUAODTqGzMPn33u0/s320/DSC00320+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429344343071866754" /></a>Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508961915041335271.post-80310548314176830342010-01-15T16:20:00.003-03:002010-01-15T16:34:58.149-03:00Ink Stain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVO1yttmkqmsk1oUQC_pNFElQCMS01dbahO8vzKhi4uDWAVxxNpVjkmOphkgIj0c-FCW1iNwQRdsyllE5zy2DmId0JEJyJDDROV5EBWnsNg5CowPnbTagB7KIcXOKWW1Vdpn1KGKCDimn/s1600-h/InkSpot-main_Full.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVO1yttmkqmsk1oUQC_pNFElQCMS01dbahO8vzKhi4uDWAVxxNpVjkmOphkgIj0c-FCW1iNwQRdsyllE5zy2DmId0JEJyJDDROV5EBWnsNg5CowPnbTagB7KIcXOKWW1Vdpn1KGKCDimn/s320/InkSpot-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427052208149884290" /></a><br />Dear Friends,<br /><br />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.<br />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.<br />Chilled ice lemon tea is suggested, in these unbearable Southern climates.<br /><br />……………………<br /><br />An ink stain<br />While flying over the Atlantic.<br />The pressure<br />Made the ink go pop.<br />Stained finger<br />As I try to scribble<br />In a tidy manner<br />Avoiding a possible mess.<br /><br />Pen swells.<br />It’s a fine needlepoint.<br />Couldn’t handle the altitude<br />Of the skies beyond the clouds.<br /><br />It glides softly however,<br />Nestled in my expert grip.<br />Years of practice have skilled<br />The touch of my crooked fingers.<br /><br />Soaring through the Ocean,<br />Still five thousand miles to go.<br />Nobody yet here knows<br />Which way it may be home.<br /><br />Easy…<br />Mitsubishi Pencil Co.<br />Maybe Japanese pens<br />Aren’t too fond of flying after all.<br /><br />……………………Lady Astorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04116850672560808747noreply@blogger.com2