Wishing you the best moments for the rest of your life. Thank you for being born. My world is richer with you in it.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Happy Birthday Viggo
Wishing you the best moments for the rest of your life. Thank you for being born. My world is richer with you in it.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Re: One of those kisses
I know it's silly to say it out loud. But who comes to this silly site of mine anyway? so I'll say it.
I am a little heartbroken. I am happy for Viggo that he has this new ove (not exactly new to him but I guess new to me) but still, one part of my heart is slightly dented at seeing how much he loves her.
I am re-reading his most recent book Canciones De invierno. When I first got the book, I knew the man was in love. He has to be. His poems are beautiful, and full of longing and love. Now, I know these are for her. Viggo does everything right -- and he gets love and does love perfectly.
Footnote: The whole thing kinda makes me a little sad (for myself); maybe because I will never have that kind of love.
"I thank the mysterious clemency of all that's holy for placing you in my way. - Viggo Mortensen - "
I am a little heartbroken. I am happy for Viggo that he has this new ove (not exactly new to him but I guess new to me) but still, one part of my heart is slightly dented at seeing how much he loves her.
I am re-reading his most recent book Canciones De invierno. When I first got the book, I knew the man was in love. He has to be. His poems are beautiful, and full of longing and love. Now, I know these are for her. Viggo does everything right -- and he gets love and does love perfectly.
Footnote: The whole thing kinda makes me a little sad (for myself); maybe because I will never have that kind of love.
"I thank the mysterious clemency of all that's holy for placing you in my way. - Viggo Mortensen - "
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Remembrance
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Remembrance
Remembrance is an art
snatched with the bare hands.
Found in the back rooms of haunted
mansions, and forgotten at the quaint
little shops, this piece of memory
tucks and prods at the corners of minds.
Remembrance is rain
after the dusty months of drought
and first touch of frosty snow
on our shoulders still
tanned from the summer months.
We are startled at first sight
and then sit back in our seats
sighing with contentment.
A glimpse of a dream,
a slight gesture of hands,
a strange town that feels like home
is all it takes to stir up
the artist who picks up the brush,
rolls up the sleeves paint up
the landscape and brings out
the statues stored at the attic
of our minds.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIGGO!
Here's to remembering the day when the world was given a person as wonderful as you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIGGO!!
May you continue
living your wild and precious dreams.
I am richer, having you
in my path, no matter how
distinct or faint the impressions
you have imparted.
living your wild and precious dreams.
I am richer, having you
in my path, no matter how
distinct or faint the impressions
you have imparted.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Written For me, By me.
There's always been you. No one else touches me the way you could, the way you do. This is the relationship that I can see carrying to my grave when and if all else has failed.
Today I thought of you while driving back home and tried to imagine the streets you must have roamed in the city when you were here last Sunday. And what you must have looked like. I tried to imagine walking into the mall and running into you (because that's where you were on Sunday afternoon, I was told). Your hair was probably longish, and untidy as usual, I bet. You were probably wearing a slight scowl when you explained to the Apple store guy that your laptop had been stolen and you were there to get a replacement. I think I know what the annoyed look you might have been wearing. I had seen a tamer version of it last March when you weren't too happy about the way a lot of people were behaving around you. Still, you obliged me (and all of the people, including the rude ones) then because that's what you do. The kind considerate soul lives within you. Even when you are so inconvenienced you still reach out to people who need to see that side of you.
So today I wandered on the sidewalks you might have walked on just a few days ago and wondered about the people you ran into who might or might not be aware of who you were. I could imagine some of them saying, Doesn't that guy look like the guy from Lord of the Rings? or Do you know that guy? He looked familiar. Or simply, oh, that's Viggo! I would have given anything to be any one of them. I really wish I was at the mall on Sunday instead of being home alone, reading a mediocre book and when that's done, pretending to clean the house. But then what would I do if I met you? Probably nothing. At least my dreams would become more colorful perhaps.
It's not that I like you just for your smoldering look. Everything I see in you is much more than that - the way you carry yourself, the way you see the world through your unique eyes, the way you care for people - strangers and friends alike. They are all evident in your writings and in your conversations. You are the guy with the right dose of right and wrong, the guy who has the courage to say the things when needed to be said regardless of how the public would receive, the guy with the uncanny ability to feel empathy towards others. All of these qualities make me pivot towards you. You are the sun and I am the flower who seeks your light. I believe in you. Even if who you truly are turns out to be different than who I think you are, I am still thankful that you have given me the inspiration to be true, planted it deep inside me, and keeps nurturing it with your countless quotes and soulful writings.
You speak to my incomplete soul and for that, I am deeply thankful to have been touched by you.
P.S. I can't wait till I get my hands on your new book. I read its English description (talented you wrote it in two languages - Spanish and English) and even that brief summary leaves a dent in my soul. I carry the words with me and hear them echo inside.
CANCIONES DE INVIERNO / WINTER SONGS Viggo Mortensen
"A story that turns back on itself, built on yearning, determined to be hopeful, always incomplete. Memory fails, faces change, the urgency of any instant fades, ending as residue of light, rain, and snow. In the words of Thomas Merton: "The tighter you squeeze, the less you have." This book of photographs and poems will be available from Perceval Press on 16 July, 2010. Bilingual, Spanish and English. The accompanying landscape images are the product of travel and work during the last two winters, North and South. Although most of the poems and all of the translations are new texts, revised versions of several previously-published poems are also included."
Today I thought of you while driving back home and tried to imagine the streets you must have roamed in the city when you were here last Sunday. And what you must have looked like. I tried to imagine walking into the mall and running into you (because that's where you were on Sunday afternoon, I was told). Your hair was probably longish, and untidy as usual, I bet. You were probably wearing a slight scowl when you explained to the Apple store guy that your laptop had been stolen and you were there to get a replacement. I think I know what the annoyed look you might have been wearing. I had seen a tamer version of it last March when you weren't too happy about the way a lot of people were behaving around you. Still, you obliged me (and all of the people, including the rude ones) then because that's what you do. The kind considerate soul lives within you. Even when you are so inconvenienced you still reach out to people who need to see that side of you.
So today I wandered on the sidewalks you might have walked on just a few days ago and wondered about the people you ran into who might or might not be aware of who you were. I could imagine some of them saying, Doesn't that guy look like the guy from Lord of the Rings? or Do you know that guy? He looked familiar. Or simply, oh, that's Viggo! I would have given anything to be any one of them. I really wish I was at the mall on Sunday instead of being home alone, reading a mediocre book and when that's done, pretending to clean the house. But then what would I do if I met you? Probably nothing. At least my dreams would become more colorful perhaps.
It's not that I like you just for your smoldering look. Everything I see in you is much more than that - the way you carry yourself, the way you see the world through your unique eyes, the way you care for people - strangers and friends alike. They are all evident in your writings and in your conversations. You are the guy with the right dose of right and wrong, the guy who has the courage to say the things when needed to be said regardless of how the public would receive, the guy with the uncanny ability to feel empathy towards others. All of these qualities make me pivot towards you. You are the sun and I am the flower who seeks your light. I believe in you. Even if who you truly are turns out to be different than who I think you are, I am still thankful that you have given me the inspiration to be true, planted it deep inside me, and keeps nurturing it with your countless quotes and soulful writings.
You speak to my incomplete soul and for that, I am deeply thankful to have been touched by you.
P.S. I can't wait till I get my hands on your new book. I read its English description (talented you wrote it in two languages - Spanish and English) and even that brief summary leaves a dent in my soul. I carry the words with me and hear them echo inside.
CANCIONES DE INVIERNO / WINTER SONGS Viggo Mortensen
"A story that turns back on itself, built on yearning, determined to be hopeful, always incomplete. Memory fails, faces change, the urgency of any instant fades, ending as residue of light, rain, and snow. In the words of Thomas Merton: "The tighter you squeeze, the less you have." This book of photographs and poems will be available from Perceval Press on 16 July, 2010. Bilingual, Spanish and English. The accompanying landscape images are the product of travel and work during the last two winters, North and South. Although most of the poems and all of the translations are new texts, revised versions of several previously-published poems are also included."
Friday, May 21, 2010
Viggo promoting for Iceland
Viggo Mortensen is inspired by Iceland from Inspired By Iceland on Vimeo.
I can watch him speak all day long and still be entranced by his voice and his words and his gestures..Saturday, November 21, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Happy Birthday Viggo
May the days be filled with warmth and love.
May the nights be filled with sweet dreams.
Thank you for making me aware of so many things
this world has to offer, and always leaving
a lingering thought that mould me somehow later on.
Happy Birthday, Mr Man.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Interview with Viggo at TIFF (for The Road)
My Viggo..so incredibly hot. Takes my breath away every time I see him.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ask and you shall receive
Oh, Viggo. My morning cup of coffee goes so well with you.
I am thinking of you this morning after I read some of the Quotable Viggo section in Viggo-works. I've often said in the past that, one wish I have before I die, was to meet you in person. Yes, very lame and loser-ish. But I can't help how or what I feel. Well, I've had that now. One wish completed. I talked to you, and you talked to me back. You briefly glanced up at my face (probably looked at my teeth, argh!) and then you pulled me aside gently by touching my elbow to answer my question of "Would there be a wide showing of Good in the U.S?" I know, it's lame but I had to ask that. It kills me when your movies does not get a wider audience, especially a worthy movie like Good.
My one wish came true, and I will remember (I hope so) for the rest of my life of that night with him. One wish amongst others, but this one is one of the most special one. A moment of light. A moment of innocent happiness. I thank my lucky stars --one in particular.
I am thinking of you this morning after I read some of the Quotable Viggo section in Viggo-works. I've often said in the past that, one wish I have before I die, was to meet you in person. Yes, very lame and loser-ish. But I can't help how or what I feel. Well, I've had that now. One wish completed. I talked to you, and you talked to me back. You briefly glanced up at my face (probably looked at my teeth, argh!) and then you pulled me aside gently by touching my elbow to answer my question of "Would there be a wide showing of Good in the U.S?" I know, it's lame but I had to ask that. It kills me when your movies does not get a wider audience, especially a worthy movie like Good.
My one wish came true, and I will remember (I hope so) for the rest of my life of that night with him. One wish amongst others, but this one is one of the most special one. A moment of light. A moment of innocent happiness. I thank my lucky stars --one in particular.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
My Personal Viggo
Ahah! Finally with my own hands, I captured the image of my man. It's not great but to now look at him and to be able to say, I did that is really something. I've got so many things to say about my encounter with him, but for now, I'll digest and savor in my own way and dissect every moment and relive with such relish. The experience is mine, all mine, for now. What a man, he truly is.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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