a new day

The past days now look a bit dramatic to me. but that's how it works. everything, including our psyche, is revolving, changing, forming new angles, new relationships. and hopefully we learn and evolve.

I just want a woman who has a great sense of humour, is very intelligent, has style, cares for nature and people, is very open-minded and thinks our life here is about learning. Learning about ourselves, to love, to create and of course to enjoy ourselves doing it. Is that so difficult? well maybe also because she has to love me, that is, my constellation of personality traits.

Ya sabes mi vida, estoy hasta el cuello por ti, Y si sientes algo así, quiero que te quedes junto a mí.

Astrology has taught me something about relationships. about how people can get along in some areas and not in others. Even my best friends, I realise lately, will in certain aspects never see life as i do. But in that diversity lies great power if we can overcome the desire to be the only right person or nation.

For instance, the Arrogant states of america's only recourse is to destroy that which it fears. which is very funny since one of the things that led to its greatness was the diversity of the new arrivals and the peoples they conquered. They are at the turning point, and instead of learning new ways to cope with their material success they are closing shop in order to try and protect it. This always leads nowhere and i think many of its citizens know this. Well enough talk of our planet's olympic gold medalist in material advancement and meddling. Let not us whores cast a stone at our fellow whore, albeit overly fat with power.

Osama-bin-laden? i think what he allegedly did happened becaused the majority did not act. when reasonable people fail to act and curb an injustice in more peacefull and creative ways, the anarchists will step in to do the job. and then the dogs of war are loosened and the matter is resolved in blood. it's much easier to destroy. one can argue there exists an art form to war and combat. but those who do become masters of these arts seldom use it to inflict injury.

tonight looking up at the half-moon set my thoughts drifting. about her. of how i miss the small things one finds in a good relationship. like showering together and washing each other. just at this moment, as things usually happen, i turned in behind a couple holding hands. a young and beautiful couple walking home hand in hand. i've walked this route for six months and this is the first time this has happened. the actors of my thoughts continued in front of me, holding each other around the waist when the path got narrow and once she just scratched his back with soft loving strokes. this is what i miss.