Teach and Travel with Colin

"Life is a journey one that is much better traveled with a companion by our side. Of course, that companion can be just about anyone and either on the other side of the street or the man on the other side of the bed. The companion can be a mother with good intentions or a child who's up to no good. Still despite our best intentions, some of us will lose our companions along the way and then the journey becomes unbearable. ...human beings are designed for many things but loneliness is not one of them."

...despite all the embarrassing things that I am. - < Cups (Pitch Perfect's "When I'm Gone") (Director's Cut)>

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.  Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day  I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.” - Pablo Neruda – 

"I love it" Icona Pop I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care, I love it. I don't care. I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care, I love it. I don't care. You're on a different road, I'm in the Milky Way You want me down on earth, but I am up in space You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch You're from the 70's, but I'm a 90's bitch I love it! I love it! I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone. I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn. I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs. I crashed my

BY   PABLO NERUDA TRANSLATED BY  MARK EISNER I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,    secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries    the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,    and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose    from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,    I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you,    so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,    so close that your eyes close with my dreams. Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” from  The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems,  edited by Mark Eisner. Copyright © 2004 City Lights Books. Source:  The Essential Neruda: Selected

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. — Jeffrey McDaniel