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Quiero meterme de lleno en mi poesia.
Quiero. Si. Habrir mis alas y cubrirte con ellas.
Enseñarte cosas nuevas
que quizas no sabias.
Quiero sí; contigo todo lo quiero…
John Mackenzie, an advertisement Co. Executive had an important meeting he was late for. The reason he was late? He no longerd care. That simple. He had lost all interest in his “important job” 5 yrs. ago…
The world of adds and catchy headliners, once his biggest dream, became boring to him, one sunny morning as he drove away to his work morning meetings.
He felt he had wasted 40 yrs. of his life in commercial adds and lame stupid advertisents and sales, as his boss had told him on the phone the night before. And he didn’t disagree with him.
He had to catch up with the new trends and step up his game, his boss admonished him over the phone. He wasn’t comfortable with that but to his boss Bill, it was all to normal to call his subordinates and employees names and make them feel very little. He did it for their own good, he always said. And John couldn’t care less. He just didn’t want to take it anymore. But didn’t wanted to quit either. He wanted to prove his self worth.
So every morning he went for a walk before the meeting. Now her was making his ideas flow as he jogged and organized his schedule to make more time for his Advertisement campaigns and adds.
He really didn’t care much for his boss’s ideas but he signed his big fat checks and John and his high maintenance fiancé got used to it, and to Bill too, after all he was a cool nice guy in the end.
Besides John wasn’t ready to let some noobs take his place and make him, an already seasoned and skilled Advertise Executive, look like a fool or worst looking irrelevant, like an old icebox.
His thoughts and ideas kept flowing while he ready himself to cross the busy 5th Ave. in NY. he saw two servers in black and white uniforms, looking like the pinguin from batman in that garb, except one of them was tall and skinny, just like his old self, and the two funny looking men where pushing a large square box of ice.
It had some items inside and two large dead goose wrapped in newspaper and cellophane paper. They were ready to slide that icebox on the street and cross 5th Ave. heading to a fancy French / International restaurant few blocks down. “The French and their goose!” He thought. And hailed a taxy as he kept watching that unusual big box of ice. It seemed it was giving him some sort of sign but he wasn’t sure what kind of sign or what it was.
He shook his head and walk in the direction opposite to the French Restaurant and towards his work. There his boss received him with an upset and tired look on his face. “You are late!” said his boss, Mr. Bill Warren, looking and sounding like the white rabbit from “Alice in Wonderland” , as he looked as his pocket watch when he saw John getting out of the elevator and entering his office.
John looked at Bill’s funny figure and angry face and smirked walking into the office and closing the door behind them. John and Bill immediately started discussing a new campaign for an international whiskey millionaire account. It was very important to Bill and he trusted that John was the right guy to work with them.
After an half an hour of meeting they both knew what to present to their client Mr. Welch who had come directly from London to meet with John and Bill Warren. The meeting was expected to smoothly so none of them were really worried about it.
Bill’s assistant Rita Sanchez interrupted their meeting as it was ending and right on time to announce a call for John. It was his ex-wife Joan. She needed him to watch their 9 year old son during the weekend, since she was going away with her friends to Atlantic City casinos.
He knew she was lying and that his fiancé Carissa was not fond of children, but he had no other choice but to have little John Eduard Mackenzy with him for the weekend. Besides he loved seeing his only son anytime he could.
Joan had an older daughter too, from her prior marriage, but his step daughter was never fond of him or her little brother, and wasnt old enough to take care of herself for a whole weekend. She was only 15 and prone to fights with her almost 10 yr. old sibling.
Regardless John had promised Joan that he would look after Mandy as well. His weekend wasn’t going to be easy. Hopefully Carissa was in a nicer mood and willing to help him looking over the children.
As soon as he finished his conversation with his ex-wife, He saw Rita staring at him and flirting as usual. Since he had no wife now, his divorced was final led a month earlier, he decided to ask Rita out, but not at that moment. It wasn’t the time yet. He hadn’t decide how things will Clarissa would work out. So he decided refrain his animal impulses to take her on that same desk, and simply smiled back and gave her a small tap on her soft sculptured shoulders and walked away back into his own office.
Rita had a nice scent, a beautiful smile, and a lovely body, he thought of her face and smile as he began his work for the day. All day he thought how and when he would ask her out. And if he wanted to end his relationship with Carissa or not.
But mixing pleasure with business wasn’t usually his thing. People at work called him the iceman or icebox when it come to relationships and women. He loved women, but he was just to cold with them. He was a player, only a nicer quiet one….
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Un dia, casi cerca del ocaso
la ojas de otoño cubrian pasos
y la colorida alboreda se pinto de payazo
con miles colores como un ruiseñor
y ese dia me tomo en sus brazos
para decirme adios.
De rabia moria
y desidi desde ese dia
matar en mi toda poesia,
mis letras no escritas perdieron color
hice con sus tintas una sada y un pico
para enterrar mi dolor
Y en una noche en tinieblas
bajo una timida luna llena
cabe nuestra tumba.
La tumba de nuestro amor.
El sepulcro de sus ultimos besos
y con ellos todos mis versos.
Pero hoy a la noticia de su regreso
y con ellos
renace mi poesia de nuevo.
Limpio bailando mi lapida vacia
sacudo de mis pies el polvo del tiempo,
el polvo del desierto que fue mi alma fria
y con flores de azaares rocio mi cuerpo
que el besaria al terminar el dia.
Pero jamas regreso.
Hoy camino por un otoño macabro
de llanto y de espanto
de esos donde la reencarnacion de animas
y el celebrar la muerte
Un olor a Flores secas y perdices muertas
se dejan en mi un sentir en mi jardin
y en las noches muero de locura y nostalgia
Y al ver en las calles y plazas
a un fakir pasar
con sus turbantes de hilos
y sedas finas
y sus diamantes y piedras en sus sortijas
o cuando veo amantes besarse y reir
como chiquelos empezando a vivir
siento que quiero escribir cartillas
llenas de poesias y sonetos
para recordar sus besos
y su forma de reir
aunque entre tanta agonia
quise huir de las letras
y mate en mi la poesia
cosa que una vez le jure que jamas haria
pero asi como el enterro su amo
yo el mio lo sepulte
ignorando los versos
que me pedian gritos volver y renacer.
Ignore entre llanto sus reclamos
y entre cuadernos y librillos baratos
en limbos de gaveteros y estantes de cedro y cahoba
en algun rincon de nuestra vieja alcoba
y amarillos retratos.
Pero el volvio una noche de repente a mis brasos
y todo lo que en mi moria olvidado
tomo un nuevo un nuevo color
un nuevo matis que hizo llover
versos, hikus, y todo lo hermoso escondido en mi ser
y mi moribundo cuerpo
y mi moribunda poesia
clamaban de alegria al revivir.
Y en unos minutos perdidos
de siglos muertos
fertil como un campo de sorzales renacio al fin
en un viaje de misteriosa alegria
donde todo fue luces que se encendian
y apagaron con majica rapidez
y asi mi poesia pudo renacer ,
cual paloma resucistada.
Tal vez vive aun en mis cuentos largos
disfrazada de poemario
o en letras mal compuestas
que guardan aun
una secreta esperanza
de que el amor antiguo vuelva y reviva
Pero desde desde aquel primer dia
tomaron un giro al fracaso
las esperanzas mias,
que en mi pecho tejia
con telas de oro y tegidos de sedas
entre bordadas iniciles y vanas letras
que decian AMOR.
Hoy dia camino un nuevo camino
donde suelo escribir
lo que no se vivir.
Pero hoy aprendi con la sabia poesia
que ya es tiempo de renacer, crecer
Si no sabes amar
que es simplemente hermoso
ver una poesia nacer!
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Claire is finally rescued. But all she could do was re-play a “dream game” in her mind. They, the kidnapped young kids, loved their so called “dream game”, and stayed in their induced games for hours with a blanket over their heads. She spent many hours on those dreams and the only face representing it was Steve Jobs. Claire had no idea of who that person was, but that was the face shown at the beginning of that digital dream they were submitted to to control them and brainwash them. There their reality was different, and they have all the control. Their reality was quite different.
Claire had being not only rescued from her kidnapping by some computer hacker who found out not only her but close to 50 other young men and women were submitted to a mind control online game. And one of them was finding a way to escape. That Hero was no other than Claire. Yet she told the reporters, policemen, and everyone that she survived thanks to Steve Job’s face on a secret phone she got, and who she felt kept telling her to go on and never give up. She was obsessed with Steve Jobs work and words. Somehow she kept his words with her at all times.
Now Claire was safe and back home. But her memories kept going back to a phone game and the abandoned building where they were kept hidden and tortured. At least she had time to play a game for few minutes without no one knowing. One of her guardians was her accomplice, he only wanted to feel her boobs in return, nothing else.
But (Was Claire really back home? Or was she still living in a dream? Read more from Claire on my short Police Novel “Claire is Not Home” and “Clair me is Back Home” here in my websites http://www.evelynrdz.wordpress.com & http://www.evelynrodriguez.wordpress.com) (more…)
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