Har-Candz

There is a place where we belong,
a country, maybe a city or a village...
a planet... who knows?
a place where time passes like a hummingbird.
There is a place in the sky, in the sea, in the earth and beyond...
beyond you and me...
Your steps on the sand, on the wet sand...
My face, my wet face...
my face facing the wind...
There is a place in nowhere, maybe in everywhere...
but there is a place where you landed, a place where we belong...

The place with red sky, the umbearable heat,
the holy rain, the moon, the clouds...
The place with limon and honney taste...

There is a place where present is the only thing we have and every day...
everyday is before the next day and then the next day, and the next...
and the next... the hummingbird...
There is a place with one way, only one way, forward, forward...
a place without memory, it is the place of no return...
a place of hope and despair, pleasure and worry, war and peace...
a place of joy and fury... a place of dreams and helplessness...
It's the place where desire is more powerful than your hands...
a place where words are stronger than your will...
a place where desire, words, red wine and long distance are just words...
There is a place where you shout and cry and laugh at the same time...
This is the place where you laugh from the deepest of the emotion till...
till you see you are crying then you hug yourself but you do not know...
you do not know where you are... You are in the place, in our place...

Once you land in this place you know you're dead, you are lost...
your heart beats fast, fast, fast... faster.
There is a place where you wash your face with warm salty water.
Then, then you are at the volcano, the river, the deep ocean, the higest hill...
you are the blood running along the beach, among the trees in the forest...
You do not sleep, you do not know who you are, where you belong...
There is a place, the place of the earthquake, the tempest and the end of the times...
There is a place where you do not need a map, you are the map and the other, the other...
your compass...
There is a place where you are lost, the other is lost and both of you are lost in your own place...
where you belong, because you know there is a place where you belong...
you belong to that place and you get back against the rules of your own place...
There is a place where you are lost in the heart, in the blood, in the way of the other...
There is a place beyond the very same place.
Remember the place, The Place... you know the name...
it is written under your skin, very deeply inside you...The Place...
There is a place. The place where we belong.
There is a place, our place, you know where it is... our place...
Remember, there is a place beyond us... there is a place called...
...

Isabel.

¡Dichosos los arenques!

Dichosos los arenques...

Nadamos... nadamos...
nadamos...

Nos damos y río...

Nada como el agua... libre... clara... nada...

Los arenques nadamos, nadamos, nadamos.

Nos damos...

¡Cómo río!

Dichosos los arenques... nadamos, saltamos, nos damos...

Dichosos los arenques...

Cándida

I love in English.

Once upon a time there was a lonely heart...
or maybe not lonely,
well maybe not a heart...
but one heart.
It is a Heart, one heart, a big heart called We...
There is a big, big, Heart beating, beating ...
Yes he is We, a big, big Heart beating, beating...
Loving, loving...
We, a big, big, big Heart inside a red, red rose, beating, beating...
Loving, loving...
Would you like to listen We Heart's story again?

Isabel.

Cronos.

Celoso, implacable...
Hago piruetas,
subo



bajo
avanzo me detengo
Vuelvo a empezar o tal vez no acabo de terminar
o mejor aún el final es una sucesión de comienzos con el salado,
agridulce,
largamente breve,
sabroso...
gusto de los membrillos de mi infancia
que brinca la cuerda que tu mueves a placer...
placer
placer
placer...
que placer!
Asirme de ti y entonces volar,
planear con la cara al viento empapada de sal...
la lengua en las comisuras de membrillo y el brillo de mis ojos...
Tus ojos, el membrillo...
Caida libre del cuerpo y el celoso implacable que goza...
goza,
goza,
goza...
Siempre despierto,
dándose...
más, siempre más y mientras más se da más infinito es...
implacable, permanente...
Testigo vigente, presente, sonriente...
Estuviste ahí, entonces,
estás aquí, ahora,
estarás ahí, en el otro entonces...
Eres tu concepción y tu parto...
celoso implacable y te ries, te ries en rojo y tienes boca de media sandía...
Voy prendida de ti de las yemas de tus dedos y caigo en tu regazo...
y te araño con mis pestañas y mi risa se funde con tu aliento...
aliento, tu aliento,
aliento...
Oh, tu aliento la certeza de mis sucesivos finales salpicados de un comenzar que eres tu...
y descalza camino por tu columna vertebral celoso implacable y nos divertimos a rabiar...
Lúdica excursión por tu columna vertebral,
nos reimos,
tu ries a rabiar con mi risa...
celoso implacable,
brinco la cuerda, una, dos, tres... todas las veces y tu...
celoso implacable me das la cara que es mi cara, tu cara...
¡Sandía!
Mi suspiro te cabe en la palma de tu mano...
Celoso implacable bailas al ritmo de mi corazón...
¿Quién se prende de quien?
Tus alas del viento, tu voz de mi garganta...
mi vientre de eterna brevedad...
Celoso implacable granitos de arena,
juego de luz y sombra...
Rayitas en marco de la puerta...
Celoso implacable...
Capricho... Mordida de sandía...
Vasvienes y yo brinco en ti, contigo.
Somos celoso implacable.
Loco sabio... las yemas de los dedos,
un parpadeo...
Celoso implacable...

Isabel.