HUNDREDS OF WORDS... SEPTEMBER 2013
Four rolls toilet paper. Two rolls sticky tape. Inside out cereal box. Poscas plus Sharpie. Empty beer bottle crate. Peruvian blanket. Red nose. Direct from Egypt. 100% Original Mummy. Venezuelans laugh at toilet paper abundance. Evangelist tells the motionless me I am Lazarus. A lady dressed as child pickpockets wobbly tourists. Motionless me watched on. Lady tells me in angry tone to “go back to your country”. Motionless me astounded. Toilet paper tears and wavers. Uncovered shoulders burn alone.
Watch Trance. Perfect popcorn. 100% pop rate. 0% burnage. A lazy day. Digitally designing. Transparent signature. Electronic certificates. Clown Clinic.
Money again! Days at home. Sun. Nights in cultural centre. Rain. Remember soccer clinics. XL tshirts down to knees. Now clown clinics. 16 strangers. Connect. Play. Pleasure. Urgency. Rhythm. Relief.
Late night bus. Shady strangers. Take the long route. Little kids alone waiting. Give them some wristbands. Crying girl. Meowing cat. Girl on bus. Cat in box. Locked below. Somehow sleep. Neck confused. Guayaquil. Smells like Colombia. Sounds like Colombia. Not Colombia.
Raquel! Homely. Caring. Lotus ower lunch. Sweet potato not chocolate. Michy! Enthusiastic. Traveler. Story exchanger. Take red leaf to gift exchange. The thought don´t count. Clinic begins! Anew!
New New New Too
strangers. tastes. laughter. many photos!
Thanked for transparency. Thank fun. Raquel amazing. Hear her story. Familiar yet unique. Personal yet universal. Iguanas. Frilly neck salute. Drum earthly rhythms. Ants bite between my fingers. Pigeons not jealous. Sharing tourists crumbs.
Huge floating balls. For human hamstering. Must be 13 or younger. But I weigh less than them. Boss blames Big Brother. Lunch with a priest. Never thought they worked. Turns out they do. Bishops are their managers. The Pope is CEO. Rush to beach. Spontaneous. No towels. Warmer in water. Baby coconut. Reclined on. All the way. Home.
Slippery thongs. Absent dollar exchanger. Colombians awaiting too. Cut out middle man. We exchange. Nervously. Politely. They smelt real. Last dinner. Last sleep. Last breakfast. Bus. Salesmen under seats trying to steal. Jackie Chan comedy karate films. Queue to leave Ecuador. Hat´s off. Queueless Colombia. Bienpueda. Streets. Roads. Numbers. Plus numbers.
Muddled. Walk. Ask. Arrive. Vegetarian tummy filler. Afternoon artisan park. Borrow cushions. Everyone has story. Secrets for strangers. Arrive unawaited. Country of honour. Listen to promises. Hear their hollowness. Let myself believe. Sink in shower. Toilet in shower. Hotel in musical street. No rest in sleep. Tennis ball together.
Awake to gunshots. Music. Singing. Salesmen. Everyone´s cousin. Flavourful cook. Deliciously disguised vegetables. Tasty inventions. Town character caricatures. Remembered. Beers under trees. Recycled ad´s line couch. Icecreams always. Swimming hole. Current tunnel. Launchpad. Bombs and Bellywackers.
Fascinate children. Hand size. Foot size. Height. White. Afro rhythms with connected soul. Perform on papermache stage. Audience in grandstand. Diagonal show. Second show. Washed away. Improvise in dark dripping room for firefly eyes. Return. No traffic never. Street is stage. Bright colours. Bright fun.
Highway kids. CIAOOOO TITOOOOO! High school tertulia. Questions in hat. Irrelevantly relevant. Unbelievably believable. The truth connects. Funnily enough.
Hollow promises crack. Deceived. Drained. Why is art negotiable? Why are farmers negotiable? Why is human kind negotiable? Why not the business? Because creators respond to human kind? Bosses respond to money? Money was a tree. That was negotiated. Swap shirts with faint memory. Listen to UFO sightings. Eight block long rectangle. Two blocks wide. Two blocks high. Two gigantic dishes atop. Tall beings in black. Leaping from hill to hill. Time froze for those that saw. Continued for those that ignored.
Three year anniversary. Date never certain. Forgot obviously. Molesting mosquitoes. Tent refugees. Awaiting hollow promises. To be fulďŹ lled.
Retired railroad track. Lonely lake. Lifesaver backstoke across warm surface. Afternoon sky. Closest I have come to flying. Soldiers fishing with bullets. No bites. No Way. Slow Pay. Head falls asleep. Bangs on armrest. Airport. Lost land. Dry eye lights. Free gift shop coffee.
Fluro Rulo. Midget combie. Welcoming rain. Holy Mole. Two sleepless days in one night. Wander and wonder. Amaze in maze. Hunt hunches. Pass lions. Skeleton sticks. Discover squirrels. Hoopers. Park bench conversations. You talking to me? Placido Domingo´s childhood neighbor. Chavelo Vargas. What´s this? Half of this. Poetry. Mescal face. Pumpkin flower pozoles. Speedy gonzalez service.
Wet outfits. Drying out combivan windows in motion. Jamaica water. Spread outfit on black roof. Dry minutes before performance. Booing boy. Toe sucking impro. Munch a chili. Hiccup. Cry. Steaming. Nothing calmed. Everything felt spicy. Beer changed flavor. Waiter shouts two tequila slammers. Lollypop with spicy salty sugary red powder. Circus for rice and canned food. For flood victims. Lots of seats. Spots of people.
Walk downtown. Nestle giving away boxes of cereal. And the victims? Streets bustling. Traffic light battlefield crossing. Strange beautiful sculpted beasts. Coyahuacan street theatre stadium. In the dugout. Gourmet molet. Lick plates clean. Earn seconds!
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