GABY'S FISHTANK
I'M BAAAAAACK!!!! :-)
FRIEND OF MINE
- FRIEND
OF MINE THAT NEVER DISAPPOINTS ME,
- YOU
THAT ALWAYS GIVES ME YOUR HEART:
- OVERFLOWING
WITH KINDNESS AND JOY,
- ALLOW
MY ENDLESS SEA OF LOVE
- TO
OVERWHELM YOU ENTIRELY,
- LIKE
THE SUMMER'S BREEZE,
- AND
THE SERENITY OF SPRINGTIME.
- TO
THE FAR REACHES OF THE UNIVERSE I'D GO
- TO
BE ABLE TO BE NEXT TO YOU,
- WITHOUT
EVERYONE CHAINING
- OUR
FEELINGS OF LOVE,
- AND
FREEDOM...
-
- FOR
A MINUTE I DREAM OF THE MOMENT
- IN
WHICH I CAN SAY WITH TRANQUILITY:
-
- GABY/97
BROTHER SEA
MIGHTY TIDES OVERFLOWING WITH
PASSION
FIGHTING FOR , A
BETTER WORLD
SALTED AT BIRTH,
BUT, SWEET IN SENTIMENT.
WHEN I SEE YOU, YOU KNOW MY
HEART GROWS,
LIKE YOU, IN A FULL MOON.
IF ONLY A FISH I COULD BE,
WANDERING THROUGH THE DEPTHS OF
YOUR LIFE
CONSTRUCTED OF CORAL,
I'D KNOW THAT THERE IS NOTHING
BETTER
THAN YOUR GENTLE BREEZE AND
YOUR SPIRITED TIDES.
GABY/97
I
bet you can't guess which one of these three Virtual Madmen I am???
I am sure
that you are all crazy to find out more about me, but all in due
time...such is life and such is how one learns from it...with the
patience of the swelling tides, little by little, uncovering
everything in its path...
You were
very lucky that Juan's photographer friend was able to get this
"action" shot of me and my friends. Who's got time,
anyway, to read all those dumb, old signs, when there is so much
in life to discover and enjoy???!!! :-P
While
we wait for him to answer all of the questions we have for him,
here are some poems from Gaby's point of view...
-
- THE
SEA
-
- I
need the ocean because it teaches me:
- I'm
not sure if I learn music or consciousness:
- I'm
not sure if it's a single wave or deep being
- Or
if a hoarse voice or blazing
- presumption
of fishes and navies.
- The
fact is that even as I sleep,
- In
some magnetic manner I gyrate
- In
the university of the waves.
-
- It's
not only the crushed shells
- As
if some trembling planet
- Participated
in such a gradual death,
- No,
from the fragment I reconstruct the day,
- From
a streak of salt the stalactite
- And
from a spoonful the immense god.
-
- That
which once taught me I keep! It is air,
- incessant
winds, water and sand.
-
- It
seems like so little for the young man
- Who
there came to live with his bonfires,
- Yet
out of those recesses where a pulse once
- Ascended
or sank to it's void,
- The
cold of the blue that crackled,
- The
granulation of the star,
- The
tender deployment of the wave
- Squandering
snow with the foam,
- The
quiet power, there, determined
- Like
a stone throne in the deep,
- Substituting
the ground upon which they grew
- Stubborn
sadness, heaping oblivion higher,
- And
abruptly I change my existence:
- As
I cling to the purest of movements.
-
- Pablo
Neruda 1904-1973 (Chilean Poet)
- ME
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA
-
- At
the bottom of the sea
- is
a crystal
- house.
-
- It
looks out
- onto
a soft-stone
- avenue.
-
- At
five o'clock
- a
great golden fish,
- comes
to greet me.
-
- He
brings me
- a
red spray
- of
coral flowers.
-
- I
sleep in a bed
- a
little bluer
- than
the sea.
-
- An
octopus
- winks
at me
- through
the glass.
-
- In
the green forest
- that
surround me
- ---ding
dong…ding dong---
- sirens
of sea-green
- mother-of-pearl
- flutter
and sing.
-
- And
above my head
- the
bristling tips of the sea,
- flare
in the dusk.
-
- Alfonsina
Storni 1892-1938 (Argentinean Poet)
- THE
TIDES
-
- Drenched
in natural waters I grew up
- Like
the mollusk in watery phosphor:
- Salts
broke and rebounded in me,
- Contrived
the device of my intimate skeleton.
- How
to explain, almost without movement
- Of
the blue and bitter breath,
- One
by one the waves repeated
- What
I sensed and intimated
- Until
brine and resin embodied me:
- The
disdain and desire of a wave,
- The
green rhythm that in it's most obscure,
- raised
a transparent building,
- A
secret reserved to itself and later
- feeling
like a pulse beat made mine:
- My
song came of age, with the water.
-
- Pablo
Neruda 1904-1973 (Chilean Poet)
-
-
- THE
SEA
- Before
the dream (or terror) wove
- Mythologies
and cosmogonies,
- Before
time coined its substance into days.
- The
sea, the always sea, already exited and was.
- Who
is the sea? Who is that violent
- And
ancient being that erodes the pillars
- Of
the earth and is both one and many oceans
- And
abyss and splendor and chance and wind?
- Who
looks upon it sees it the first time,
- Always.
With the wonder distilled
- From
elementary things -the beautiful
- Afternoons,
the moon, the blaze of a bonfire.
- Who
is the sea, who am I? I will know it the day
- That
follows the last agony.
-
- Jorge
Luis Borges 1899-1986 (Argentinean Poet)