Manhattan and over the Brooklyn bridge

We arrived yesterday, dead beat and shaky after the hours of traveling. Found our way into the classy apartment, on Gold street, Oro treasure of the rich.

I feel like an alien in this area, but this is our abode for the next week. We went for an expedition out into the streets, in the early hours of the morning, the river instantly drew me towards it, and i found a small haven by pier 17 where the farmers market lies, tucked in between the skyscrapers and the boardwalk. So i sighed in relief that there was also a bit of the original seafront left.

We took a trip over the Brooklyn bridge, standing between Manhattan and Brooklyn you see the dichotomy of this city, the points of wealth and power, the low houses of the middle and working class New Yorkers. Is this how we measure our success, by building babel towers to cut out the light, it is beautiful and yet grotesque.


Walking trough Brooklyn, the brownstone houses, churches, parks, local business, it feels more human, more alive.

I already love New York, it would be a dream to call it home someday, and I have only just started discovering the treasures of this city.

Traveling

So it's Friday night, and I leave for New York tomorrow Saturday.

Looking so forward to this adventure, have just got back from a three day trip to Barcelona, where it was all sun and relaxing, until very late at night that is. Which makes me feel quit Zombie like, can't get too grapples with the fact I am going to the US.

For many it's just something you do or have done, for me it's hopefully the beginning of a new chapter in my life and music.

Autumn has come and the transition to winter is at the door, but the light is so beautiful, and I get to see it from the Big Apple!

Summer

I love the tuning of musical strings, the smell of grass on the wind. I love the swallows sailing through the sky, the tears that fall from pure delight.

Prayer

And what does the good book say, that we should fold our hands, bow and pray.

Lay our faith in the heavens above, though it is on this earth that we need love.

Java Blue

I fell in love with a man who was not mine. And got obsessed with I, I, I! His wretched Adonis looks, red brown hair, tangled in my dreams. The feel of it’s texture still present to the touch. I believe I own the skin from the right ear to his collar bone. Me the the fool, Seraph, flying around mad, flowers scattered on the floor of the room. Soft autumn light illuminating the dystopia of lovers divided, walled of from each others touch, soft spoken words drowned by the sound wall. Why this obsession with love. I have the java blues, drugs don’t do well with me. Maybe I should cut of my feminine frizz and play boy, but my Renoir figure won't allow. Miss the streets and dirty clothes, blood, the smell of sweat and alcohol. Cigarettes in crumbled packets, packed in the lining of boys jackets. Light please! Could I be more beat, beat, man I am tired, it comes with time.

Control, control I recall cassettes of Joy division, repairing them meticulously, cello tape and nimble fingers. Contradictions fill the moment, history repeating itself. We have been through this before, you know! Junkie mind, junkie thought, never was much for shooting up, just waking is an adrenaline kick. Baby can’t you feel it, or are you too numbed by normality. Guess we killed that thrill. Leather jackets hanging in the hall, what happened to Rock N Roll, did it grow old, and forget how to dance. I like twirling around to the soul sound, it’s out of date, but it’s mine alone. I wish I was Patti, NO! I want to be free, that’s all. Such a great wish, how, what, why , when did this happen, when did it stop? Java java smell fills the apartment, newspapers and contentment, maybe it’s the kill, that's it, death is on it’s way, I wonder how long it will take? The java tastes blue!

Puffins

I dreamed of puffins
And I saw my fathers face, cresting in the island rock
strange how the coast turns into the sea.

There where puffins
those clown like birds
one wearing a small hat came and talked to me,
'we have been awaiting you, Welcome'
I smiled and nodded reassuringly.

I woke
the morning sun on my face, alone in my bed
and thought of puffins.