Local Social Network for the Arts Community in Central Valley
I have friends of epic
the real and the unreal.
We do not feel obliged to share a word,
we respect the silence that falls over us like a veil,
but at a moment’s notice,
when the mood changes,
we can become an incessant clamor of cheers and good wishes,
loud , brash and obnoxious.
Humans helping humans,
muddle and march triumphantly,
crowning each other for completing our daily tasks.
We understand it can be heroic to get dressed or just out of bed and onto the couch.
We are the rainbow ninjas,
the descendants of the Maria Pistolas, Frida the Brave, and the great aunts with their un-chipped china
that gleam to call us their kin.
Somos las soñadoras , vendedoras
de lo imposible
dreamers that do what must be done,
in real time,
with wild hair in the air,
holding cups of coffee ,
gingerly caressing a pomegranate martini,
or clinging to a bottle of tequila and a shot glass.
We do not feel entitled
We earn each other’s secrets.
We are not perfect,
but make amends and let our actions take precedence over our apologies.
of our humanity is crucial to our membership.
Y al momento que tu digas , “ven”,
I will be there.
Imperfect and incomplete,