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Y el era así. Era el el que me hacia rabiar. Era quien me llevaba la contraria. Era al que le encantaba corregirme. Era el que me hacia gritar. Era quien me besaba a la fuerza pese a que yo me resistía haciendome la dura. Era al que le gustaba cuidarme en secreto. Envuelto en su misterio. Haciéndose el interesante. Era perfecto. Todo lo que siempre había soñando.

Invierno#

.-.

-Pero se siente como la caida del Imperio Romano, verdad?
#Ella no tenia un novio?
-Exacto! Eso es lo que estaba diciendo. Que pasó con el romanticismo? Cartas cursis, largas, escritas a mano, llenas de amor. Como las de antes... Y tu en realidad, en realidad no tienes que escucharme.
#Pero el chico del que estaban hablando.
-No estan muy lejos. Yo respeto al que llamó las cosas por su nombre. Como las veia. Incluso si estaba viendolas mal.
Pero sabes en realidad que era?
#Que?
-Fue un rayo de esperanza.

Having a Coke with you

Having a Coke with you

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluoresent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
                                                                                                    I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it's in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven't gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn't pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
                            it seems they were all cheated of some marvellous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

-Frank O'Hara