Cuando el sol brilla sobre mí,
Sé que brilla sobre ti también.
Como el viento sopla a través de mí,
Espero que mi exhala se llevan a usted, tan lejos.
¿Es posible, es posible enviar una carta de amor en el viento?
¿Es posible, es posible enviar una carta de amor en el viento?
Cuando la luna brilla sobre mí,
Sé que brilla sobre ti también.
Como el viento sopla a través de mí
Espero que su exhala en cada respiración que tomo.
Continuar con la respiración y yo también
No sostenga la respiración, no ahogarme.
¿Es posible, es posible enviar una carta de amor en el viento?
- Eric Hanlan
About Me
- Noah Price
- A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul" - Soren Kierkegaard
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
..
To be homesick while being in the place where you were born and raised
is a contradiction... unless you believe that home is where the heart is..
I am home sick.. ...
is a contradiction... unless you believe that home is where the heart is..
I am home sick.. ...
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Hey cat below my window
The evening came softly.
I spoke to the sky and wondered.
Someone dropped a stone in the river.
My eyes began to spill.
I let the water fall.
Now there is an ocean.
Something walks down below.
The world is a blurry place.
A cool wind blow-dries my eyes.
What a curious surprise.
Hey cat below my window!
I spoke to the sky and wondered.
Someone dropped a stone in the river.
My eyes began to spill.
I let the water fall.
Now there is an ocean.
Something walks down below.
The world is a blurry place.
A cool wind blow-dries my eyes.
What a curious surprise.
Hey cat below my window!
A trip to the circus
This morning I went for an early morning walk to the Circus.
On my way, I could see the big tops flag shooting up over the trees that hid the circus grounds from view. Making my way through the trees I was greeted by a black cat with a pink ribbon on it's tail. "Hello cat! You look hungry. So am I." I said.
When I glanced up I see the circus. My eyes widened with excitement!
It's rainbow striped tent, that sat on a backdrop of the early morning sky camouflaged itself with that of the radiant colors vibrating off the rising sun, was about three stories high and was surrounded by many wooden booths.
The cat led me through the dirt path and suddenly scurried off to a young women who came out from one of the booths with it's food. "Here you are my Sri, oh and I see you've brought a friend too! Hello there" she said. "My name is Esmarelda, welcome to our traveling circus! What is your name ?" She had the most beautiful Spanish accent.
"My name is Eric". Before either of us could say another word my stomach made a strange sound the could've been mistaken for a infants cry. "You must be hungry Eric. I was just going to have some tea and sweet cake.
Would you like to join me ?" Without much thought I blurted out the first words that were on the tip of my tongue "Sweet cake!" She laughed and told me to come on in.. I followed her into her booth that had a small stage in it's center with a large poster on the wall that read "Come see The Amazing Boneless Woman"
She took me into a back room that was concealed by an orphrey tabernacle curtain ground of crimson velvet with an applique pattern outlined in gold thread. Opening the curtain she says "Have a seat". I sat down at the small wooden table. The room is slightly lit by the fire vibrating off the candle that sat in the center of the table.
"I'll be right back" Before I know it she's back with the tea and sweet cake. The sweet aroma filled the small room quickly and my stomach congratulated my heart for having led me in the direction of the circus. It was a crazy stellar morning.
I had tea with a contortionist who held the cup with her feet.
While a man on stilts practiced the moon walk and almost tripped over
a procession of elephants that was being led by a Strongman named Samson.
I helped the clowns put on their make up and brought water the Fire Breathers who tricked me into standing in front a Knife throwers target. There was a gypsy women playing Norwegian wood with her accordion and I sang along with the tune while flying trapeze artist soared through the sky above us dressed in medieval costumes....
On my way, I could see the big tops flag shooting up over the trees that hid the circus grounds from view. Making my way through the trees I was greeted by a black cat with a pink ribbon on it's tail. "Hello cat! You look hungry. So am I." I said.
When I glanced up I see the circus. My eyes widened with excitement!
It's rainbow striped tent, that sat on a backdrop of the early morning sky camouflaged itself with that of the radiant colors vibrating off the rising sun, was about three stories high and was surrounded by many wooden booths.
The cat led me through the dirt path and suddenly scurried off to a young women who came out from one of the booths with it's food. "Here you are my Sri, oh and I see you've brought a friend too! Hello there" she said. "My name is Esmarelda, welcome to our traveling circus! What is your name ?" She had the most beautiful Spanish accent.
"My name is Eric". Before either of us could say another word my stomach made a strange sound the could've been mistaken for a infants cry. "You must be hungry Eric. I was just going to have some tea and sweet cake.
Would you like to join me ?" Without much thought I blurted out the first words that were on the tip of my tongue "Sweet cake!" She laughed and told me to come on in.. I followed her into her booth that had a small stage in it's center with a large poster on the wall that read "Come see The Amazing Boneless Woman"
She took me into a back room that was concealed by an orphrey tabernacle curtain ground of crimson velvet with an applique pattern outlined in gold thread. Opening the curtain she says "Have a seat". I sat down at the small wooden table. The room is slightly lit by the fire vibrating off the candle that sat in the center of the table.
"I'll be right back" Before I know it she's back with the tea and sweet cake. The sweet aroma filled the small room quickly and my stomach congratulated my heart for having led me in the direction of the circus. It was a crazy stellar morning.
I had tea with a contortionist who held the cup with her feet.
While a man on stilts practiced the moon walk and almost tripped over
a procession of elephants that was being led by a Strongman named Samson.
I helped the clowns put on their make up and brought water the Fire Breathers who tricked me into standing in front a Knife throwers target. There was a gypsy women playing Norwegian wood with her accordion and I sang along with the tune while flying trapeze artist soared through the sky above us dressed in medieval costumes....
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
49 scenic drive brainstorm
The empty bottle of Corona holding a message of peace;
The post cards of 49 scenic drive Chinatown night life and the trolley on a one way street. The sun over the city with a blanket of clouds cradling Golden Gate bridge..
Were all kept in boxes before love moved in..
Cassettes of old, some with songs of my own;
books of Spanish verbs and lyrics all to help me understand my other side,
the art of war to help survive, the cold long war ahead of me.
But I find comfort in these artificial things,
orchids that create imaginary redolence around my desk..
look a little closer, it's just one of Aromas's
fragrances; incense made by a poet, sold with piece of poetry..
who would ever noticed me if I stayed in my imagination,
like one of God's creations camouflaged in the sand; who would understand
what it takes to leave this land far from what is known, far from what I am;
but to awake in place of fog, is where I want to be; will lead me to who I want to be
and to whom I want to be with.
Yesterday two friends of mine where married on the sand
close to the beach.. the water not far from their feet; I sat in the sand and played guitar; played chords of Apollo's whispers, accompanying the orchestra of life; sounds of the ocean; sounds of birds; sounds of laughter; sounds of wind. Everything has a sound, everything but time; as they took off in the direction I long to travel,
I was driven back to my home in the south, down 49 Scenic drive, looking up all the time, I kept the sun in my mouth and only thought of the Northern sky.
-Eric D. Hanlan
The post cards of 49 scenic drive Chinatown night life and the trolley on a one way street. The sun over the city with a blanket of clouds cradling Golden Gate bridge..
Were all kept in boxes before love moved in..
Cassettes of old, some with songs of my own;
books of Spanish verbs and lyrics all to help me understand my other side,
the art of war to help survive, the cold long war ahead of me.
But I find comfort in these artificial things,
orchids that create imaginary redolence around my desk..
look a little closer, it's just one of Aromas's
fragrances; incense made by a poet, sold with piece of poetry..
who would ever noticed me if I stayed in my imagination,
like one of God's creations camouflaged in the sand; who would understand
what it takes to leave this land far from what is known, far from what I am;
but to awake in place of fog, is where I want to be; will lead me to who I want to be
and to whom I want to be with.
Yesterday two friends of mine where married on the sand
close to the beach.. the water not far from their feet; I sat in the sand and played guitar; played chords of Apollo's whispers, accompanying the orchestra of life; sounds of the ocean; sounds of birds; sounds of laughter; sounds of wind. Everything has a sound, everything but time; as they took off in the direction I long to travel,
I was driven back to my home in the south, down 49 Scenic drive, looking up all the time, I kept the sun in my mouth and only thought of the Northern sky.
-Eric D. Hanlan
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Silent Movie Theatre
Well it's been a while since my last post.
I found a way to vacation anywhere in the world..
Just buy a postcard of place you really want to go,
sit back and stare at it intently and your there..
A few weeks ago I attended an event at the silent
movie theatre here in Los Angeles.
Unfortunately the even had nothing to do with silent film.
It was a screening for the Everything is Terrible movie,
which is a very famous blog site that is truly loyal to it's name.
The movie was funny but I could not help myself from wandering
off through the theatre to marvel at all the cool posters and portraits
ornamenting the walls. I can't wait to go back.
Check out the programs on their website :
The Cinefamily
I found a way to vacation anywhere in the world..
Just buy a postcard of place you really want to go,
sit back and stare at it intently and your there..
A few weeks ago I attended an event at the silent
movie theatre here in Los Angeles.
Unfortunately the even had nothing to do with silent film.
It was a screening for the Everything is Terrible movie,
which is a very famous blog site that is truly loyal to it's name.
The movie was funny but I could not help myself from wandering
off through the theatre to marvel at all the cool posters and portraits
ornamenting the walls. I can't wait to go back.
Check out the programs on their website :
The Cinefamily
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