Eternal mind of the spotless sunshine

July 30, 2007, 2:03 pm
Filed under: chronicles

The New York city lights gave away your gorgeous glow. You were set against the wall in that terrace overlooking the East Village in your pirate outfit, holding a cup of unimportant alcoholic content, and you looked at me with kind eyes. I didn’t know you, nor could I, but I really wanted to.

You are amazing. A mexican with an american name. And I’m completely drawn to you.

The rest of the evening was spent with me in awe of your beauty, your grace, your laughter, your face. For moments I could barely feel the concrete of the rooftop on my feet. I was dancing to my own music, heartbeats that channeled emotions I had long before set down.

We talked, laughed, exchanged akward but meaningful looks. I could not picture myself away from you. You seemed destined to be part of my life for ever and ever and ever.

But then you were called by a friend. I saw you look at me with eyes of disappointment as you listened to the muffled voice of your pretty friend in a corsette too small for her volumptuos breats. You nodded to her and came over my way.

A party, you said. Another one. Someone’s going away to some distant country and you need to be there to say good-bye. I understand. Of course I don’t, but I have to make you believe I understand.

I asked you to stay. You said you wanted to, but couldn’t. So I let you go. I let you walk out without ever telling you precisely what I wanted you to know.

I needed you then. I need you now. Come back.


July 18, 2007, 3:12 am
Filed under: drivel

News on the trip front…

Since I’m arriving in NY at 18h, there will be enough time to head to the Bowery’s Whitehouse Hotel (340 Bowery), get to the nearest Cingular Wireless store to get my GoPhone and then head to Madison Square Garden to meet a friend and see if I can get a ticket to see The White Stripes. I don’t even like them, but hey, I’ll be there for everything the city can offer.

I have a plan. To watch one concert per night. And I have a cunning way to cheat that. I’m going to the Virgin Festival in Baltimore. I’ll get the chance to watch The Police, Incubus, Smashing Pumpkins… fricking amazing. And that’s how I can easily say I watched more bands than I had days in America. I’m smart like that.

Here’s the map of the whole trip… or my plans anyway…


More cities have been added. I’m going to see Dave Matthews in Hatford as well as heading to Baltimore for the festival. And I’m also going to Hoover Dam, since it’s on the way to the Grand Canyon – or so I’m told. It’ll be nice to get lost in the Nevada desert.

I also plan to visit Yosemite – dunno if at the beginning of my West Coast journey (the 20th of august) or at the end, by the 4th, 5th of september… I’m thinking that it’s best to get it over with when I first arrive. I’ll kill myself if I miss it.

Here’s the road trip in it’s fullness (and order… if I can manage keeping the order when I get there): New York, Hartford, Boston, Baltimore, New York, Washington, Philly, New York, San Fran, Yosemite, Las Vegas, Hoover Dam, Grand Canyon, San Diego, Laguna Beach (I’ll try to kill the people from the show… really will), Huntington Beach, Long Beach, Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, Malibu, Thousand Oaks, Santa Barbara, maybe Fresno and Sequoia National Park, San Jose, San Fran, Miami

I really want to take Highway One all the way when I’m in California… can’t tell now if I’ll have the time or the patience… I hope I have both.

Well, that’s about it. If anyone dares read all this crap, and has an opinion to make about the trip (like places to visit, people to see, things to do, that sorta thing), you’re more than welcome. I’m afraid to look at the sitemeter stats on this thing, so I can only imagine there are zero persons reading this. Prove me wrong, people!

I’ll start posting more from now on.

July 8, 2007, 2:14 pm
Filed under: drivel

I’m a’ going on a road trip.

On the 24th of this month it’s the Big Apple. Staying there for a few weeks, and in the meantime I’ll visit Philly, Washington, Boston and Atlantic City. In the middle of August, San Fran to meet up with a great friend and his new offspring. Then I’ll head off to Las Vegas for some much needed poker and the sight of the Grand Canyon before I make my way to San Diego and drive up the coast back to San Fran, returning on the 5th of September to this hellish yet exquisite Rio de Janeiro.

I’ve never been to the West Coast. Getting there in the summer makes it that much sweeter. I can picture the wind gusting as I drive my rental with the top down up Santa Monica, where all ’em purty ladies sunbathe their way into gorgeous melanomas.

Las Vegas will hold the most surprises, I think. The lights, the people, the shows. Penn & Teller is a must. Bullshit at it’s best. I’m going to try my luck in the Hold ‘Em tables. Imagine if I come out with my trip’s expenses. That’ll be the golliest of days.

Damn me for having just watched ‘Walk the Line’. I’m all southern all of a sudden. That kinda rhimed. Not really, but still.