Boleros in Arabic

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Boleros in Arabic
inspired by this piece by Souad Massi-“Ghir Enta” (Click to play .mp3)

I sing like you, but the chamber music of my heart
plays violins, cellos and strokes sopranos, that most will never hear.
In my dreams I dance the tango in dark clubs in small suburbs
close to the railroad tracks.
Tango bars that fade in and out of the afternoon
hiding under rain clouds and smoke rings.
On wide-wedge heels I execute each step,
so close to perfection
and so is the music
and so is the dance.

Who will prime the old player, put needle to vinyl?
Over and over a request and then another,
Oh that song makes me stay here too long
and I dance.
I dance like you, but the strings that pull me, most will never see.
Boleros in Arabic, Persian perfume, another dancer across the room.
How we always know!
Destiny feels like liquor gone to our heads
but shame on me.
Fear makes us miss the beat and we pass the doorway by.
My thoughts exactly as I keep going;
the dance bar that opens at five in the afternoon,
in the rear -view- mirror
always behind me.

Karima Hoisan
July 10th 2014
Costa Rica

*footnote: Thank you Scottius for showing me this song

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One Last Word About My Beloved Costa Rican Team in the World Cup…

I want to share this great little video made with a lot of love and soul, last Sunday when our small team, who kept dreaming big, beat Greece in the World Cup, and entered the Quarter Finals, something even the USA today was denied. This was the most historic day of our football history. Costa Rica is a humble country , but every man, woman, and child stopped whatever they were doing, and congregated wherever there was a TV to support our team in this game. I found this video on Youtube and I invite you to suffer and rejoice along with us that day “a lo Tico” It’s just like being there:) It gives me tears of pride and joy.  Enjoy!

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The Winter of Some Years

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“The winter of some years sails on ice…”   photo and project -Rhea Thierstein

The Winter of Some Years

The winter of some years sails on ice
hope freezes over, as the days pile in drifts
grey and silver, white and cold, lean and starving.

Gone, the plump, the rich, the wildly creative
still as frost on glass panes and closed books.
I never did learn to find my you in dreams.

The winter of some years is a bite, a gnawing
painful lethargy in over-stuffed chairs,
the fire cold, the room filling with icicles and snow.

 When the Spring wets the window, it’s late
All that turned to ice, now turns to slush.
Some years are just forgotten… forever.

Karima Hoisan
June 23, 2014
Costa Rica

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World Cup Miracles!! Costa Rica 1-Italy 0!! A Country in Celebration!

We Won! Come What May! Thank you boys!

We Won! Come What May!
Thank you boys!

I don’t usually write many RL things in my blog, because it is more about SL experiences, but our win (Yes, I am Costa Rican) over Italy just an  hour ago, brought an entire country to its’ feet cheering. Costa Rica, a tiny country that the bookmakers were giving 1500 to 1 odds, showed that even a little country can play big if it believes in itself. Good futbol, good attitude and a great lesson for us all.

 

Our President Luis Guillermo Solis, celebrating in the streets with the rest of the country...

Our President Luis Guillermo Solis, celebrating in the streets with the rest of the country…


By drawing the group with Uruguay, Italy, and
England,( Three past Cup Champions) we were said to be playing in,”The Group of Death”. Today we are #1 in our Group with this victory that is historic for our country. Today we proved we are “ Death’s Reaper” in our group:) Not “The Dead.”

All The Emotion.....

All The Emotion…..


Gracias Muchachos for this great victory!!
And thanks to Dale here is our own SL celebration dance too:)

Costa Rica! Costa Rica!

Costa Rica! Costa Rica!

 

"Costa Rica Grande!!"

“Costa Rica Grande!!”

 

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Borrowed Time

Time Askew by Barb Pearson

Time Askew by Barb Pearson

When you live on the edge of borrowed time
you have to pay it back sometime
that’s how it seems to be
and before you know it
life moves on without you
and it all gets recycled into mulch and memories.

I hope you notice a flower years later
that carries a scent you used to know
and a song or a turn of phrase you heard me say
makes you want to pick it and hold it in your hand
like you held me when we were young and new.

Interest is what some pay and what some lose
the paint fades, and newer models catch their eye
who can stop the process anyway?
Best to just accept and not look back nor look ahead
smile until you one day and everything all fade away.

No good earnings come from borrowed time
all you gained rolls away like quarters down a hill
and then there is that due date…
when what you owe is more than what was loaned
Some say it’s all worth it… but I don’t really know.

Karima Hoisan
June 16th 2014
Costa Rica

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Blue Rotation


Here is a not so perfect Google Translation of what Nat said:) I think she looks perfect for my new room on Vector’s Vortex. Her keen eye and experienced filming sense and technique make this a soothing and enjoyable video to watch. Great choice of music Nat! and Thank you!

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Shrug

just let it go

just let it go

Shrug
for B.

Oh well…just let it go
it might be a poem
it might be a song
it might be a lesson
we just never know

When the bad things rock our world
When love is lost
When what meant so much
can no longer be touched
and we don’t care enough

Oh well…just let it go
it might be a poem
it might be a song
it might be a lesson
we might never know

When we knew a language
just for us
Then forgot how to speak it
when times got rough
and no translator was enough
so we never tried to call our bluff

Oh well…just let it go
it might be a poem
it might be a song
it might be a lesson
we may never know

When time invested never paid out
in memories
When so much future turned into past
so surprising ‘n quickly
When I don’t think of you
and you don’t think of me

Oh well…just let it go.
it might be a poem
it might be a song
it might be a lesson
we can hope to know

Karima Hoisan
May 5, 2014
Costa Rica

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Paradise Lost…a Priceless Gift Found in Second Life

I’m going to gush once again about the amazing creativity that can be found in Second Life. I know a few of my readers are not Slers, so I turn my attention towards you, and tell you, when it comes to shared experiences, Paradise Lost at The Basilique in SL is beyond anything you could experience in Real Life, yet you are really immersed and part of this amazing production. You will be moved, (I was many times in  tears for its beauty) you will be amazed by the sets, the coordination of the parts into an artistic whole, the music, the actors, the scenes changing in seconds before your eyes, the beautiful animations, movement and dance, and most of all the feeling of performing while watching. I found this last part to be so very dreamlike. Today when I awoke, I remembered scenes of it as if I had dreamed them. Sometimes I was dancing, or sitting back in the audience enthralled, mesmerized, and enchanted. Magic! It was magical, and so very worth the price of the ticket (1000L) and the wait to find a show not yet sold out.

Just us angels milling around at home before we went to the theater

Just us angels milling around at my poetry parlor before we went to the theater


I went with Shesa and Gamma (from Le Cirque Nuit) and Dale, who took these amazing photos I will place below. I will not say more than, please buy a ticket and experience this for yourselves. Canary Beck and Harvey Crabsticks are the ambitious and brilliant creators of this show. I will steer you to Canary’s blog for more information, and how to get tickets. Just don’t think twice..and for you who wander on the fringes of Second Life, time to get an avatar and come in and be absorbed in this unique and wonderful experience. Really….really…and here come the photos for your admiration and delight.
Please check out this official “Blog about Paradise Lost” by clicking on the hyperlink.
Thank you again Dale for these great photographic memories, I only include about 1/4 of the photos taken! Hopefully Dale will make his own post with them all:) Enjoy! and go see it. I got tickets to see it again end of May:) Hurry!

The audience assembles

The audience assembles

 

ahh how we danced!

ahh how we danced!

Just like in reality..humanity: a little angelic a little devilish

Just like in reality..humanity: a little angelic / a little devilish.

 

 

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There was so much to see..so much going on

 

Great shot Dale!

Great shot Dale!

 

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The Creator took a chance when he created Humanity

 

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and there we were..graceful parts of the whole…

 

 

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Adam: part of creation now

 

 

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Beautiful animations and dance moves

 

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The Creator…creates

 

 

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Love this view

 

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The First couple

 

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The innocence of Adam and Eve

 

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So very there…

 

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The Dance of Flames

 

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Impressive and Powerful Avatars

 

Banished  from Paradise

Banished from Paradise

 

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Locked out of Paradise..then the rains came

 

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Gorgeous Avatars

 

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Moses in the basket of reeds

 

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Leaving Egypt

 

 

 

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The Crucifixtion

 

The Final Curtain Call applause..Bravo...Applause

The Final Curtain Call
Applause..Bravo…Applause!!

 

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Achtung, jetzt kommt…

Ok..I just had to reblog this post of Nat’s in German..and I will translate it so you can get what it means. This is Nat’s take on my little “Kartoon House by The Tracks” a 512 Mainland piece in Epirrhoe Second Life. You have to admit, that one prim house is pretty cool! I will also include a picture of “Cuppy The Cupcake” who seems to fit very well, and is a good guard cupcake too. His tendency to wander is a No No..as the train tracks are right below…. hopes the best for Li’l CupCake.
cupshot_001                                             “Cuppy The Cupcake…not as sweet as it looks!

.. one carton. That is cartoon! Extra tour. Radio Bremen. The Eighties.
When there were announcers on TV. And pause character. And time.

When announcer me Evelyn Hamann falls always the same. Lord Molesworth, Houghton and Gwyneth Molesworth for another Lord, Lord Hesketh-Fortescue, in Nether Addlethorpe a “Schlipth” worried.

But to return times to the cartoon, Karima has on its Mainland plot a box … That is cartoon! So Yeah .. set up a cartoon house. Or cartoon house? Cartoon house? Regardless, cartoon comes from Carton, and Carton means nothing else than cardboard in French. So a house made ​​of cardboard. If you will. And the house has only one Prim A one-prim cartoon house. YAY!

Of course you may also enter the house:

Above the door is a television screen thing, where you can have another look at the struggle between Toad and Imp . And fight itself also goes that Posebälle are rezzed . And mitm (and helium) balloon. Against all orbs … so to speak. Mainland fun .

But beware , a devilish cup cake starts searching for victims … We have flabby laughed us, because in such a hole is continuously fallen, and no more came out.
*Really..be honest..when is the last time you “flabby laughed?” Got to love Google Translate!

In Karimas own words:
Kari’s Kartoon By The Tracks – Hot Air Balloon Ride

“Come Up for a free coca cola, or a good listener, or twist my arm to take you on a ride on my locomotive, or take a perilous balloon ride on Mainland, dodging people’s security orbs, banlines etc. Just a stone’s throw from the SLRR, this little kartoon house always has a welcome sign out for fellow travelers to stop by and shake the cinders from your boots and rest. My first little corner of mainland heaven:) Diagonal across the tracks from the Epirrhoe Train Station..”

 

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Remembering The Boston Bombings & Other Horrors A Year Ago

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“No More Hurting People- Peace” 8 yr. old Martin Richard killed in the Boston Bombings

Filtered

Filtered

Filtered,
because otherwise
we would all o.d. on Life.
Better to latch the dirt to our eyes
the rose tints.
I know the poets;
they would be screaming first.
Keep it filtered, alkaline
Don’t put names and innocent smiles
on the numbers.
Graph it, stack them in mass graves,
nameless
memorial-free
that’s much easier
on our kind…
safer.

Keep it streaming,
take it to the limits,
drop it out to sea.
Just let a few things close to home
pass through our sieve
to pop up on our screens.
Let’s forget the rest,
our dark animal howls,
our gnashing teeth that maim,
something we almost thought we’d seen
but now it’s gone
and there’s a silly tweet,
to pull us away,
twenty new things we have to do,
so we can start to feel safe-guarded
diffused.
Leave the rest to blow away like leaves
sounds with no meaning
bombs that fall
in places with low ratings..
It’s my hope to never watch that show
anywhere again.

If I start to peek
and see sweet boys
holding posters for peace,
I will never be able to eat,
forgive my bloody human race
or sleep.

Karima Hoisan
April 17th 2013
Costa Rica

*Thank you to Scottius Polke for talking about this
subject with me. It was my reason for writing the poem.

 

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