PUMA ID: jose antonio villaran

it's strange to hear oneself's voice. i guess that's part of what makes us exactly who we are, unique in that same particular manner. all of us longing for something that got forgotten along the way.

PUMA ID VIDEO: jose antonio villaran

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just call me

i need light

it's been a long winter (part I)

years later, in a city by the sea, we fell in love all over again. we remembered the games, laughter filled the hallways.

then things changed, there was hunger, so much hunger, and greed. couldn't see straight. i learned how to grow wings, how to breath under water. you didn't feel like coming, you like to think too much.

we grew apart.

the moon became our only resting place. we watched more stars burn and smiled.

when buildings crumbled, and people changed names, it was still there, waiting, dancing quietly. you could hear it if you whispered, looked deep within the crevices.

the lights became unbearable, we were forced to exile. water became scarce, power fashionable.

and animals made of metal joints, oil blood, so much copper. we were intrigued at first, you like it when things glitter. i get scared too easy.

bronwyn, somewhere in vietnam

waiting for the train

#7

there were people everywhere
dancing together
i was thinking of you.

#6

i would walk in the rain
all night long
just to hear you sing

tierra vasca

#5

it's never enough, it's always too much.
and then i remember
you make me want to celebrate.

#4

close your eyes
we're getting closer now

it's going to be ok, right?

                    (the bay bridge, bay area).

i'm ready

it's just you and me against the whole world

i could go so low

feel the gravity in the world around me

some kind of nature
some kind of soul

no es facil ser buen perro

we try to understand

as the golden palm trees bend over to listen
to whisper something foreign
to grasp the empty space within coordinates

i wish you were closer

a warm scent strung from the ceiling
to envision that which escapes to that special somewhere
long enough to figure out where to place both feet
so as to say no, i don't want to
but yes, we have to

a long street in a big city, lined with tall brick buildings
and you're looking from above
he's walking away
she's just standing there, she never calls him
he never stops
they both try to understand
not make the same mistakes next time around

is that what this is all about?

years later, in rome, a 13 year old boy writes a song for a girl that smells like the sun
and it's there again
bold, outrageous, compassionate
and the world remembers
we try to understand
enjoy those last evenings after yoga trying not to talk about it, just knowing

how reckless to be human

keeping it real

but making it happen

he estado esperando este momento
toda mi vida