Bailando

Sometimes I second guess myself.  Like maybe I’m taking the easy way out, instead of the terrifying adventure I should make of life.

This is the path I have chosen.  It’s going to be the best one, because I’ll make it the best one.  Gotta remind myself of that.

It’s pretty much going to be a terrifying adventure no matter what.
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I’m sure most of you have heard this song..They made a somewhat crappier “English” version because Americans aren’t allowed to have Spanish music on the radio apparently.  This is the original.  Although… there is a Portuguese version too, not sure in what order that came.

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I am confused.  It has been a long time since I have judged someone’s character THIS POORLY.  a year, at least.

out of the frying pan, into the fire hmm?    no regrets, just doubt.  and trepidation.

i caught
you walking
where no one
goes, past
the fading
lights
moving
still to
the songs

from last night
when you
were lost
and couldn’t
find your

self, realization
comes sealed,
do not consume
if broken

and you walk
around with
the attitude
that makes
me

curious why
you shouldn’t
take the
risk

and fall down
sometime when
you’re supposed
to, only
words you ever
said

when you stopped
in between steps,
read like a lawyer
covering
her tracks,

the way you
walk…

do not consume
if broken

like appointments
and you’re
so professional
still

the way
you say
my name
and i’d
rather
hear
silence

and all
i want is…
your lips,
the
recurring
silence
of those
familiar
words

had to have
learned from
the arrogant
proclamations,
the hands of
time

do not
consume
if broken

Parvati

that night we were driving back to Fargo
not really saying much, until

“what if we just kept going?”

our bikes were already tied on the back,
our luggage in the trunk
(this could be so easy)

we stared at each-other
knowing this as true Kairos,
the opportune moment.

we could stay here, just here
or take the wild road (out)

we chose wrong, we chose easy
we chose safe and sorry

(should have taken an airplane,
turned “we probably shouldn’t”
into
“screw it, let’s go”)

I want I want I want

India for Holi
Rio for Carnival
Thailand for the
full-moon party
in Koh Phangan

I want to dance in Seoul
I want hostels filled with
drifters, the ones who
know eight different languages
the ones for whom life is a grand roaming
the ones so drunk on wanderlust

they can barely find their way home

So I run into my roommate’s room, “Hey, which countries have you been to? ” It’S LIKE SEVEN