My heart is taking a plane to your city, Leaving my ribcage, an abandoned warehouse On whose shutters my hands beat time, Like two spoons on an overturned pan.

My lips are riding a rail car to your city, To stand at your corner and panhandle for Your kisses. Meanwhile my mouth opens and closes, Unable to find the right utterance for your essential name!

My sleepless eyes are driving towards your city, Two reddish irises tracing trials on road atlases. My empty sockets fill with rain, become two ponds And wait for your starry body to break their surface.

My restless blood, however is unable to leave. So it rushes in these veins like an anxious cardinal. It is a white toothed brook cascading in these distant hills, where Unknown to itself, it’s always driven towards the unfathomable sea.

My whole ugly duckling body is mute tonight. A mime performing on the quays, waiting for the swans to arrive. How to identify you, among them? I will surely know for when you hold up your body like a gilding mirror my summers will burst into flames!

Music playing: Buena Vista Social Club

With music such as this, ummm who needs to get drunk on anything else! Anyway I decided to just start listing all the books I read here, just so that I can come back to my thoughts as they were at the first reading, if and when I read the book another time.

So I was reading Ha Jin's novel "Waiting". Good book it was, exploring the theme of love, waiting and wanting.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." -John Burroughs

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." -Ralph Waldo Emerson