Monday, October 29, 2012

For the children raised by wolves...

Even when I try to be quiet I ain't. I burn in blue and other colors of the rainbow. My father would say I was so loud and rambunctious as if I was raised by wolves. I am intense and not much is half way. So when I tell you that I counted to seven and I quickly was lifted to heaven just by them and the color orange it is no exaggeration.

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When I tell you that I saw autumn, an eternal fire just from the heart of the pumpkin reflecting in their eyes it is not just a magnification of my feelings towards them.


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How could he had blame wolves? The son of Spaniards and native Indians and she the granddaughter of gypsies. My crib the Caribbean sea. How could they have doubt the blueprint left by their ancestors. When they practically made me out of sea foam, coconut milk, drumbeats and flamenco.


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After feeding me stories of witches foretelling my arrival and the lives I had led. How could I be anything but a wolf.



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October is almost gone and soon my images will change with the seasons. In the meantime I wait for Hallows Eve and tonight I look at the sky to a moon that is round and full. I howl hoping my howling will reach north of us further up the coast where the rest of my pack is located. Tonight I wish I had big arms to catch all the rain like confetti.


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BohemianBabushka please email me adrianairis (at) comcast (dot) net for further details.

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Happy Monday peeps and who doesn't love cats?!
So one more...

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Stay sweet!






11 comments:

  1. Here I was, groovin' with the music (which btw you have to tell me how to set that up),saying to myself once again how intensely poetic you are- "How could they have doubt the blueprint left by their ancestors. When they practically made me out of sea foam, coconut milk, drumbeats and flamenco." and waiting for your wonderful closing when- oh snap! there was BB!! But if I think about it- si lo piense bien mujercita, EVERYtime I read your posts, I am there. BB2U

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    1. I love you come around. I love you comment and cheer me on. Thanks amiga.

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  2. I really like your blog and am your newest follower. I was hoping that you would stop by my blog and follow me back!

    www.enjoyingtheepiphany.com

    Thanks,
    Sarah

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  3. That's so funny - I always tell people I was raised by wolves and gypsies. My Latin family -nuts! Great song, btw.

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  4. I wish Iwouldve been there to capture the moment between Mia and the cat ;)

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  5. Your passion flows from my computer like wolves and gypsies and every shade of blue in the universe.

    Love always. xx

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  6. Ohh my gods, I love this, I love not just the photos but the words. I actually kept it up cause I wanted to read it again. <3

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  7. Very lovely words and photos. Made me smile big time.

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  8. Gorgeous. Gorgeous and I just fell in love with your little girl and her kitten. Thanks so much for linking up to What inspires me Friday. Xo

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  9. Adriana, nothing but poetry, here. Love you.

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