[D]e las horas

Veinticuatro horas para cerrar la semana
Veinticuatro horas para decir adios.
Veinticuatro horas para terminarlo todo
Veinticuatro horas desperdiciadas.

Veinticuatro horas en mi casa
Veinticuatro horas en mi patria.

Siete meses para el regreso.
Siete meses de experimento.
Siete meses de inseguridad.
Siete meses de esperanza.

Doce horas para empaquetar.
Doce horas para terminar.
Doce horas para el comienzo.
Doce horas para un final.

[O]f Confessions...

The summer is shaping up to be one for major excitement and anticipation.

Last Wednesday [the 5th], Quinn, Adriane and I went to the Roxy to see Martha Wainwright open for Neko Case. Quinn is good friends with Brad, her bass player. To make a long story short, Martha and I are now like this [crosses index and middle finger].


Following my enchanting evening backstage with the quirky Martha Wainwright, I have charmed her and her people enough for a second invite. [That and the wonderful Quinn Strassel]. On June 15th, I will be seeing Rufus Wainwright Live at Carnegie Hall in La Gran Manzana. I have pretty decent seats, those of front first level balcony. However, [and I'm not banking too much on this] there is a chance that I will have the opportunity to go backstage after [or before] the concert to meet the amazing Rufus and see Martha and Brad one more time. Orgasmic. I know.


Then, an event almost ten years in the making. Ever since Madonna visited Puerto Rico [during her Blonde Ambition Years] and wiped her crotch with the Puerto Rican flag [a big no no], I have been dying to see her live on stage. Well...the calls have been answered and this July 6th, I will be seeing Madge confess it all from 16th row. Orgasmic. I know.