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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Roller Coaster on: February 13, 2019, 03:38:41 PM
Back in Buenos Aires, there's a low budget entertainment center that was once in its auge "El parque de la costa" (The park of the coast)
     When I was a little kid, my grandmother took me and my brother to the amusement park, water danced out of fountains providing the nostalgic smell they make when they hit the cement on summer. My brother and I kept running in those fountains, we were little kids.
      Soaked wet we were soaring through the park until we saw the biggest attraction, the majestic roller coaster, colored red. Of course we were afraid to go but my grandmother thought to herself "This should be an effective way to dry them up". So we went, not knowing what was ahead for us.
     There we were, the sound of working mechanics premonitioned what we were about to experience, absolute fear from a third world country roller coaster. It started going up, and up, and up, slowly, we knew, soon enough would the fall come, all of a sudden we were dropped into the funniest craziest ride at full speed enjoying the wind on our faces and the scream of every man or woman up there, roller coaster doesn't discriminate race, color, gender, nothing. When we reached the end of the roller coaster, it started going backwards, same ride, but backwards, that's why it's called "The Boomerang".
    As soon as we got off the roller coaster we went running to watch the pictures. Sad to say I lost that photograph, but the memory remains.

2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Baseball Hat on: February 11, 2019, 12:08:10 PM
It's hot, the melting cheese dripping down my fingers from the Nachos you just grabbed, it's hot. The cracking sound of the chips on your mouth, the taste of this mexican delicity of the underworld, a concatenation of perfection down your throat. I don't know if I believe in true love, but nachos with cheddar cheese are surely meant for each other.
 And then, the outside lover that fits just perfectly into this relationship like a flying angel, yes, beer. It's cold, you feel the plastic glass on your hand, it's cold. Beer enters your mouth like a closing sea after those nachos run through your throat like a Moises' division of the red sea. Something in my stomach, or mind, or heart tells me, I need another nacho and so begins the sequel to that first perfect Nacho. I'm enjoying this moment. Some people are talking, others move, some people seem to be having what I'm having. Some people chose hot dogs, they must surely be from another team.
   Not much is happening down the field, baseball bats, gloves and a ball. It's an incredible boring game, it's slow, people just stand there, some screaming, surely my Nachos with dripping cheese are a showing a much better entertainment than those players.
   Suddenly, I hear a wooden hit, people start screaming, I see a ball coming at full speed towards where we are sitting, the ball is heading directly at me, I want it, it all happens in  a matrix-style slow motion, I stand up, Nachos with their dripping cheese and beer flying through the air, getting to know each other in the sky, I jump, the ball seems to be passing right above me, so I grab my baseball hat, extend my arm as high as I can, and sure enough, there it is. A baseball in my baseball hat.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Flag - My First Post on: February 08, 2019, 02:11:08 PM
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / FLAG on: February 07, 2019, 01:58:46 PM

     I passed by your house today, you were in your front yard waving a white flag at me. How did it end like this? Why did we have to go to war against each other? We used to love each other, remember the time when you used to smell my hair at nights, and I used to place my fingers over your back in a softly manner so that you would feel safe and be able to sleep? Remember how I used to wake you up to the smell of coffee and toasted bread? And how you would open your eyes looking at me with a smile, happy for everything present?
      How did we end up in an unspoken long gone relationship where the sounds of past conversations still echo in our brains?
       But there you were today, waving a white flag at me, letting me know the past is long gone, and there's no more reason for fighting. See how the whiteness of that cloth dances in the air in a majestically fashion, not because of it's fabric, or texture, or color, but because of it's meaning. I will pass by again tomorrow
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Coffee on: February 07, 2019, 01:34:52 PM
Thanks! I loved this line of yours!
An intense flavor every adult craves and yet would make most children cringe.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Coffee on: February 06, 2019, 11:52:08 AM
    I'm having a coffee right now.
    I wake up, in a slowly manner, like the weight of the world is over my shoulders. My arm moves by itself like a tired fish out of water, looking for my cellphone. It's 8:10am, I hate waking up at non-exact hours, 8:00 would have been a symmetric erotic concatenation of numbers, but then again: Wabi-Sabi.
    After I take a shower, my tongue starts preparing itself for maybe the strongest of all drugs, coffee. I remotely move my still-trying-to-wake-up body through the stairs, grab a capsule and put it in the nespresso. "Press the magic button", "Press the magic button"... I press the magic button and suddenly the sound of working mechanics fill the space like a symphony of addiction while the smell of coffee penetrates my nose hairs and my body starts dancing to this symphony, this smell is a foreshadow of what will happen seconds to come. Suddenly, "the silence", that moment when the coffee is ready. I grab my porcelain cup filled with my precious liquid, it's hot, and pour it into my mouth. Aahhh, orgasm. Happiness. I feel complete. This is no covfefe, Damn good coffee!
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: February 05, 2019, 11:32:47 AM
I remember LA, a never ending summer where movies come to life. I remember arriving at a noisy airport where people from every ethnicity rushed to get to destination. My first stop was Santa Monica, never knew if that's LA or a bubble inside LA. I went to the pier, the music coming out of talented street musicians mixed with the sound of tourists and selles screaming out their offers. It was noon and my whole body felt the urge to follow the pier's hamburger's scent like a hounddog looking for it's prey. I felt the grease slipping through my fingers. The taste of that stupendous hamburger filled my mouth as if all the joy of the world was contained on that overpriced invention from Hamburg, thank you Hamburg, but we're in LA right now, and after hiking to the Hollywood sign, i went to a match of LAFC, Los Angeles Football Club (football, as in soccer). People were chanting for their team as if their vocal organs had no other goal in their life but to cheer the players. They were wearing white jerseys, though their official colors are black and gold. I left my heart at that club, I left my heart at this city. I decided to move to LA next summer, 'cause I don't remember ever feeling like home in any other city outside of mine own, I don't remember much, but I remember LA.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: Umbrella on: February 04, 2019, 10:57:54 PM
I love it!
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Umbrella on: February 04, 2019, 02:48:15 PM
There's something about being inside while it's raining.
Maybe it's the feeling of protection, maybe it's the relaxing sound of each droplet multiplied by millions falling over your roof.
Everytime I go out with my umbrella, I feel like I'm carrying my house with me. It protects me from getting wet, and I carry the sounds over my moving roof. And while I'm walking outside, sometimes I think, do I really need protection from getting wet? So I'll sometimes move my umbrella away from me, and feel the touch of rain over my face, I turn it to the sky and let it run through my whole body, feeling how the water finds its way through every fold of my clothes, cold. Still holding my umbrella to the side, it weighs. Once I'm completely wet, I start running at full speed through rain. My umbrella on one hand, still open, works as a parachute on the rear of cars. I feel it pushing, but I keep running, until it stops raining, and there it is, Plethora, the smell of past rain over wet earth.

Thank you!
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Radiator on: February 03, 2019, 12:21:39 PM
This is my first morning workout following "Writing Better Lyrics" which I started yesterday:


   My grandfather was a mechanic, he fixed radiators. I remember going to his workshop, the sound of metal clanging over more metal, some workers yelling at each other because that was the way people communicated there. It had three spaces, first, an open air ally where cars entered, there, under the sky, workers fixed radiators. From the end of the ally, if you took a left in this L shaped open space, the smell of the acid pool would knock you out. I remember playing with my brother when we were kids besides the pool, over the set of stairs. You would get a dizziness sensation. Another left and you entered the old house turned into an office, with it's kitchen and bathroom. And at the end, a closed workspace were radiators were being fixed. Where the sound of hammers would mix with an old radio playing long forgotten tango music, and the taste of shared Mate would fill your tongue.
    Yes, I remember my grandfather's radiator's shop, and how he fixed radiators, and how he fixed himself a drink with a cyanuric pill to kill himself. Radiator's spread heat, death spreads death and sorrow. A sensation of falling to no destination, your eyes weight more than what your face can handle.
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