ode to the laughter hidden in your smile

[several decades later]
dim light. one bed. two lovers.

s: i love you since you were born.
h: how can you remember? you are only 3 years older than me!
s: i don’t remember much of those years without you. i just recall the day that my mom brought me to the hospital with her, to meet you. but they didn’t let me in. and i had to wait outside, by myself.
h: so you didn’t meet me the day i was born?
s: of course i did. while i was waiting, i saw when the nurse brought you into the room. i met you before anybody else. later on i learned they'd brought you in so that your mom could feed you for the first time. you had an empty stomach but you had already fed my spirit.
h: how did you know i was a girl?
s: how could you not be, wrapped in that scent of yours. to never forget it is and will be the reason i had to be born 3 years before you.

not what but how

[campaña publicitaria de librerias gandhi - mexico 2006]

everybody's free (to dance)

in a lullaby

my north is your nearness
my south is really yours
my east is your west
and so on for all the rest.