"Terciopelo" stands for velvet in Spanish. Percie for short, that became her nickname and I believe she's still using it to this day.
No one ever inspired me to write poetry the way this girl did. It was magical, almost as if everything was encompassed inside a dream. I was floating around with my senses spinning in all different kinds of ways. Science today would qualify that as an experience dictated by one's own endocrine system. In those days, to me, that was a daze. Yes, one can say I was smitten. I couldn't explain the feeling but it certainly was extraordinary. First love, i can confirm it now. Undoubtedly.
We went to the same secundaria (preparatory) school. She was 15 and i was 15 & 1/2. What did I learn? How COULD i learn? She was the only reason I went there. The only reason i ate, and why I got up in the morning. My only reason for existing, I was sure of it back then. And still don't doubt it now.
A dangerous place to be in your mind. No one ever should be elevated to that level, regardless of the affection, irrespective of the heart.
So, we shared many common interests together. We signed up for off-the grid classes too, on purpose... We excelled in our grades because we worked on our subjects together.
Come to think of it now, that's the way it should be for kids in schools today. Obligatory falling in love to make studies better, therefore learning, simpler.
But everything was easy when i did it with her, nothing ever got stale or boring. We did great in our school because our love was so intense, we were open to life itself and everything it had to offer. We found simple things that otherwise we never would have paid attention to, completely fascinating. We were infinite, limitless, universal.
It was almost as if we were being born again. We were young, but we were acting even younger. We laughed about the silliest things as we were alive with this humor and even better disposition. At times, we had to stop doing what we were doing long enough to dry our eyes from the tears of laughter. Then we intensely looked at each-other's eyes; not a word was spoken and the kiss materialized like IT was waiting for it. An entity of its own. Mr Kiss, ladies and gentlemen. Turn down the lights.
Unforgettable moments that at one point we concluded no one else in the world had. Wow! What an eureka moment! Once we identified deeply with that thought, it was like we won a luminary prize. We didn't know what to call it, but we recognized it was special in many more ways than one. Then it came to her: "Chemistry!, she bellowed...what else!?" and we busted up laughing. "We should win the Nobel Prize for Chemistry, babe! Tell me I'm wrong!" Again, we blasted together in laughter.
Sometimes, people thought we were crazy or on drugs. In a different kind of way, we were. Oxytocin.
There was nothing we didn't enjoy doing together. Playing, laughing, singing, teasing, kissing. Rinse and repeat.
Even cleaning up was fun. Shopping groceries together was a riot. Buying clothes in the Good Will was a show for the people at the store. "Ahh! Teenagers in love!"-- I heard them say.
Yes, we were indeed.
The first hint of trouble began when she said she can no longer stand her parents. That she wanted out.
Dad was the worst culprit since he was an extreme controlling type. Wrong thing to try with Percie. She could accept anyone by the way they were, but she couldn't stand THAT.
Cardinal sin in her book and an insurmountable hurdle. She had already set her coordinates to another province, far away, so she couldn't be found.
Then came the lowering of her delicate face.
Tears had already formed. She had this look she extracted from deep within that could tame a lion or raise the dead and good luck to whomever may be the recipient. Under the look of those eyes a 'No' is out of the equation.
And she knew it. Like I knew it.
I had to work fast and devise a plan to change her mind and avoid a calamity.
But how?
The inevitable question came not a minute too late. With her beautiful brown caramel eyes she asked in a barely audible whisper, "Would you come with me?"
And I saw my life passing through my entire being in an instant.
I Love You (part 1)
I Love You (part 1)
I Love You (part 1)
I Love You.
"Terciopelo" stands for velvet in Spanish. Percie for short, that became her nickname and I believe she's still using it to this day.
No one ever inspired me to write poetry the way this girl did. It was magical, almost as if everything was encompassed inside a dream. I was floating around with my senses spinning in all different kinds of ways. Science today would qualify that as an experience dictated by one's own endocrine system. In those days, to me, that was a daze. Yes, one can say I was smitten. I couldn't explain the feeling but it certainly was extraordinary. First love, i can confirm it now. Undoubtedly.
We went to the same secundaria (preparatory) school. She was 15 and i was 15 & 1/2. What did I learn? How COULD i learn? She was the only reason I went there. The only reason i ate, and why I got up in the morning. My only reason for existing, I was sure of it back then. And still don't doubt it now.
A dangerous place to be in your mind. No one ever should be elevated to that level, regardless of the affection, irrespective of the heart.
So, we shared many common interests together. We signed up for off-the grid classes too, on purpose... We excelled in our grades because we worked on our subjects together.
Come to think of it now, that's the way it should be for kids in schools today. Obligatory falling in love to make studies better, therefore learning, simpler.
But everything was easy when i did it with her, nothing ever got stale or boring. We did great in our school because our love was so intense, we were open to life itself and everything it had to offer. We found simple things that otherwise we never would have paid attention to, completely fascinating. We were infinite, limitless, universal.
It was almost as if we were being born again. We were young, but we were acting even younger. We laughed about the silliest things as we were alive with this humor and even better disposition. At times, we had to stop doing what we were doing long enough to dry our eyes from the tears of laughter. Then we intensely looked at each-other's eyes; not a word was spoken and the kiss materialized like IT was waiting for it. An entity of its own. Mr Kiss, ladies and gentlemen. Turn down the lights.
Unforgettable moments that at one point we concluded no one else in the world had. Wow! What an eureka moment! Once we identified deeply with that thought, it was like we won a luminary prize. We didn't know what to call it, but we recognized it was special in many more ways than one. Then it came to her: "Chemistry!, she bellowed...what else!?" and we busted up laughing. "We should win the Nobel Prize for Chemistry, babe! Tell me I'm wrong!" Again, we blasted together in laughter.
Sometimes, people thought we were crazy or on drugs. In a different kind of way, we were. Oxytocin.
There was nothing we didn't enjoy doing together. Playing, laughing, singing, teasing, kissing. Rinse and repeat.
Even cleaning up was fun. Shopping groceries together was a riot. Buying clothes in the Good Will was a show for the people at the store. "Ahh! Teenagers in love!"-- I heard them say.
Yes, we were indeed.
The first hint of trouble began when she said she can no longer stand her parents. That she wanted out.
Dad was the worst culprit since he was an extreme controlling type. Wrong thing to try with Percie. She could accept anyone by the way they were, but she couldn't stand THAT.
Cardinal sin in her book and an insurmountable hurdle. She had already set her coordinates to another province, far away, so she couldn't be found.
Then came the lowering of her delicate face.
Tears had already formed. She had this look she extracted from deep within that could tame a lion or raise the dead and good luck to whomever may be the recipient. Under the look of those eyes a 'No' is out of the equation.
And she knew it. Like I knew it.
I had to work fast and devise a plan to change her mind and avoid a calamity.
But how?
The inevitable question came not a minute too late. With her beautiful brown caramel eyes she asked in a barely audible whisper, "Would you come with me?"
And I saw my life passing through my entire being in an instant.