The most beautiful

"The littlest birds
sing the prettiest songs"- JH

I have trembled, at
the sound of your song.

Holy.

Your voice is holy,
and
I have never bared witness to such beauty before.

You sat there, singing
and the most beautiful
music
came out of you.

un milagro.
era un milagro.
algo
tan bello,
tan hermoso.

Perdi me fe en religion ace mucho tiempo,
era deficil
crer,
you creo en tu voz.
yo creo en ti.

tu cancion un milagro.
que desperto algo,
adentro de mi.

desperto algo.

The bible tells
of mere mortal men
trembling at the voice of god.
trembling in fear.

I have never heard the voice of god,
but I have heard your song.

08'

thank you, humbly

said
I'd probably
let you down-

you said
i was perfect.

i have no response,
except
to thank you,
humbly.

i don't know
how to take a compliment.

i'm sorry.

i have always believed that people loved each
other because of their flaws,
not in spite of them.

i believe this
because
without them i'd have nothing to offer.

except
i believe you mean it,
and that scares me.

i believe you mean what say,
as i hope you believe this:

you are more beautiful than you know.
you are more beautiful than you know.

yeah,
(i don't know how to take compliments either...)

you are perfect,
in the eyes of god.
love yourself.

and if you can believe
me,
you won't need me,
or anyone else to let
you
down




08'

green

I tuned my Jarana,
the
best I could.

Its green strings,
match its
ribbon strap.

I have named you green.

small Jarana,
making my hands feel huge,
ape like,
foreign.


Its green strings
need to be replaced,
which
I can not do at the present time.

So me and green, make do.

I try my best to make you sing.

Tightening the strings
slowly.

Trying hard
to
get the
notes right...

I had no idea what I was doing.

It felt like making love to a girl,
taking my time,
slowly.

plucking each string,
listening.

plucking again
and again.

trying to get it right.
trying to get it perfect.

trying to make little green sing.

The strings need to be replace.

though the notes are not perfect
My Jarana and I
like any lover
before,
still make music.

08'

Hey Bo Diddley!

Hey
Bo Diddley.

You aren't
really dead, nothing
could kill you.

you had a
cobra snake
for a neck tie

you walked 47 miles
of
barb wire.

you're a man.

Spelled
M...A...N.

Man.

tonight,
all the
pretty women,
will
weep.

all the pretty women will
toss in their sleep.


the way you made love to them...

they
couldn't resist
the
diddley diddley diddley daddy.

All those,
pretty women standing in
line,
who do
they love ?

who do
they love now?

Hey Bo Diddley!
Hey Bo Diddley...

You're a man.

08'