the
smell
of the
barbecue grill
taunts
my hunger pains
I walk on by
uninvited
with no place
to
go.

it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.

Me ha quedado clavada en los ojos
la visión de ese carro de trigo
que cruzó rechinante y pesado
sembrando de espigas el recto camino.

¡No pretendas ahora que ría!
¡Tú no sabes en qué hondos recuerdos
            estoy abstraída!

Desde el fondo del alma me sube
un sabor de pitanga a los labios.
Tiene aún mi epidermis morena
no sé que fragancias de trigo emparvado.

¡Ay, quisiera llevarte conmigo
a dormir una noche en el campo
y en tus brazos pasar hasta el día
bajo el techo alocado de un árbol!

Soy la misma muchacha salvaje
que hace años trajiste a tu lado.

Dear stranger,
I have never met you before
never seen you smile
never held your hands
never looked in your eyes

To me, you are just a stranger
nothing else at all
then why do you
not feel like a stranger at all?

I have never seen your face before
never seen your eyes
yet I feel like I know
your soul
and everything inside

So tell me, why is this so
is it because we are
not strangers at all..?

You weren't sure when you knew it. You weren't sure where it came from. But sooner than later it enveloped you. It was your calling. No words, nothing written. Just a sense, a feeling that permeated your being. And finally you knew. No ambiguities, no uncertainties, no ambivalences. Just truth. It was intuition. No manuals, no table of contents. No advanced degrees required. It was your life, the rest of your life. It was the reason you were born. It was the reason you were on Earth. It was your destiny. There is nothing more to say except to follow it, your calling.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS