Thursday, March 26, 2015

Ballerina of mine

I've never been in love with my girl and I hope she hasn't been in love with me either.

We've just had mutually accommodating goals.

She isn't funny and my humor is retarded yet she giggles at my attempt.

She and I met and as full disclosure goes I showed her my outer shell the day we met.

She doesn't get in my way and I don't let anyone get in hers.

I would say that we are gang members, we aren't married we are married to our cause. 

Cause us and we cause you.

We have supervised our empire while second guessing each other every step of our tango.

We are bloods without being blood. We bleed for our cause.

She keeps the flys of my carcass and I promise never to die.

She is the deviant one in our chess game I just play dead or alive what ever the script calls for.

She is my girl-scout and I am her lumberjack. 

Yet ours is not a love affair if it was it would have faded long ago we are miners digging for emeralds. 

We are the stars that shine in our universe.

I barely like her and she thinks I'm a dog yet we chase each other around the world.

See you in Barcelona ballerina of mine...

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Self Made in Miami Part 3

              CHAPTER 3

I was a Roman conquering in Colombia; while my Praetorian guard was guarding the home front.

First day we met she knew I would fly. Her belief in me made me a superhero and my love for her made her my sidekick. Blonde and blue eyed and venomously loyal. We struck out at never striking out.

Lisette has always been my hardest sell yet she buys all my goods. I tell her the moon is worth pursuing. She gives me shit why it's an impossible deal and I make it happen. 

Two glass installers installing glass back home in Miami, our small empire was rising.  

Confidence building at the start of the the race is the grey matter that matters most for business to rise. 

Back to the business at hand; some glass shops I visited where nervous. I could tell they where apprehensive dealing with me. 

At first they offered coffee, they would talk about the coffee and pride rolled of their tongue then we would get to the meat and potatoes.

There where a few cars that it was tough for them to get glass for, anything being an encapsulated piece was out of their reach. Encapsulated means a piece of glass that has a molding bonded to it, that technology was not available  in Colombia yet. Their installers would spend an entire day salvaging the old molding this was very unproductive. They needed my wares and I needed the sale. 

There was a local glass distributor by the airport in the El Dorado neighborhood called Vitemco, Vidrios Templados Colombianos. As I made the marketing rounds one of their representatives named Lucho reached out to me and invited me to lunch.

I had been a coconut street vendor in the streets of Hialeah, I had sold sneakers at the Opalocka flea market, I was a bus boy at Lilas and La Carreta restaurants and here I was being courted by the largest glass company in Colombia. You can just imagine how pumped I was. 

This lunch at Andres Carne de Rez, yes this lunch was the magic wand that would turn my pumpkin into a Ferrari. 

Luis Carlos Galán a leading presidential candidate had recently been assassinated on live tv. He was up on stage when he was riddled with bullets from a motorcycle assassin. His was freshest corpse in the battle that brewed. 

Sad but what was this to me. As I started on my steak my host began to tell me about the security concerns at Casa de Nariño this being the Colombian Presidential Palace. 

Keep in mind I'm in my early twenties.  Just a decade and some sunset and sunrises ago I was a  guajirito back in Cuba in my hometown of Madruga and now I find myself with these proper speaking refined characters.

I chew on this beef and he tells me that his company's purchasing quota from PPG,  the American staple of glass companies founded in eighteen eighty three in Pennsylvania, was maxed out. I heard him but all I could think about  was swimming in a pool of gold. 

He was tying a string around my neck so my helium filled body wouldn't float away, he was reeling me in. Take note reader; ambition is a heavy scented musk its so powerful it's the only smell that can be seen. And this guy saw my scent.

As the courtship would foster over many of Juan Valdez' and his donkeys aromatic café, design plans where brought to me and analyzed. By the time I finished preparing my quote there would be four sixty foot Mersk containers of bullet proof glass filled. This sale was over a half a million dollars. I would be making twenty percent, can you imagine making a hundred grand I could barely sleep. I had figured out the riddle that would rid me of my poverty. 

Wise is the wolf who swallows you whole without as much as a bite. 

The small local glass shops where put on notice by my lunch companion Lucho. If they bought as much as a pencil from me they wouldn't be able to buy from Vitemco. 

The coffees and the steaks where a meer ploy to mine my price breaks and to distract me from the door to door knocking I was doing.

I wasn't escorted out of the country but some "lava perro" or "dog washer" as the hench men are called paid my cab fare. 

Monopoly is a word I would associate with a board game. I had no idea it was alive and well in the streets of Bogota.

This and the stories to follow will drive the point that began to crystallize for me on this first trip: 

America is where the brave practice free enterprise.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Self Made in Miami Part 2

Before the jet lag wears off I need to expand the meat that became the protein that sustains me. 

Having bounced around the arid dessert of New Mexico in the summers at my uncle Diego's junkyard and auto glass business; I picked up the glass trade. It was the gig that most of my family and even neighbors from the old country where in.

Expelled from high school in the eleventh grade with no prospects or treasure map, logically I would follow.

About a year after opening up my auto glass business, which I named Gator, I wasn't going hungry anymore but ambition was eating at me. 

This was my first offensive, this was my first strong-arm attack against the rancid stench that is poverty. 

I took my basic education to a place where it could get polished. I went to the library, not just any library, but the main library in downtown Miami. 

I wanted to peruse their collection of international yellow pages that where housed there. 

A pocket full of quarters and an insatiable thirst for bettering my station in life. I diligently photocopied all the pages having to do with cars: from body shops to rental car agencies even automobile assembly plants, where targets in my dartboard. 

I was a buccaneer page after page all I could see was gold. 

Yet I knew the honey hole was the companies that where retrofitting regular vehicles into armored ones. Bullet proof glass was in demand and I had ships at the harbor.

I knew that there where lists and I made their blood trail my money trail.

While school and I quarreled I looked under its skirt for what mattered to me and her panties told me that the forty niners didn't make as much money on gold as did the shovel, donkey and rope dealers. 

Purveyors dominate and fools loose. 

I still remember debating the investment in a fax machine. I deliberated this issue with my father for days. At the time this machine cost a small fortune, three hundred dollars was a lot of money for me, yet I bought it. 

Decisions would always be the same only numbers would change but the process wouldn't. 

Man of action. Inaction was the abortion that never would be, not me I am timber. Build you a fire, craft you a ship, stick you in a coffin kind of pine. 

Young, yearning to be I sprung like a leak onto the streets of Bogota. Courage was mine and fear was someone else's bitch. 

I had my yellow page copies, I had my business cards. I had an appointment with destiny. 

I wore a dead mans suit not exactly custom tailored but it was free. I was always safe in it, death would pass me by and mistake me for dead already. 

Taxis delivered me from the barrio El Chicó to the Invasiones neighborhoods in the outskirts of town. That's where most of the business targets where. 

Hola my name is Ariel Lopez I'm from Miami and I can sell you all the glass that Pittsburgh can produce. This was my typical pitch. The typical response was; is this your father's company?

That would infuriate me but as I learned first in Colombia and then throughout Latin America to be in your early twenties and be the master of the house keeper of the zoo was a huge anomaly. 

They had no idea that my staff, the backbone of my operation, the sales force, the cleaning crew, the delivery driver, the auto glass installers and the coffee maker where all the same person. 

 I went to sell glass 

To be continued...

Self Made in Miami Part 1

This pork chop will be one of the most interesting pieces of pork I put on the grill. 

I found a need and I intended to be the needle.

I was working South Beach or maybe it was working me.

At sixteen I had the need or the desire to be.

I was hired to be a meat head, I was a kick you the fuck out, cared for nothing but my pay check and the brotherhood I was a brother too.

I would walk to work and I would wait till sunrise. I would wait till the buses where running. I would wait till I could get back to Hialeah. 

Efficiency life was mine. Sister had left and I had right.

Mother tried but the city, the city turned me and I became a wolf.

Time ticked and a I tricked it.

My landscape feared and I saw the grass greener on the other side.

Few years went, and the people around me where static and that fucked me up.

These static people had Sergio Valenti dreams and I wanted to be the Members Only guy.

How is time going to go by and I'm going to be the same. How is time going to go by and I'm going to suffer it.

Fuck that religion. 

Drugs where everywhere, first I was working at Club 1235. Yes bright eyed, wide smile, spring of an Oak was I. 

I couldn't vote yet I was the enforcer. 

Gentle giant, Aquarius, peace walker, night stalker. I was put on assignment, the Vip back room became mine.

While Suzy, Daisy or what ever her name was sprinkled rose petals on the back stairway from the alley I became the Wolf at the door. 

Affable, bilingual  I befriended the moths that came to the flame. 

As some drowned their sorrow or rejoiced their score I perked my bat sonar ever listening catch all ears. 

Most of the Spanish speaking patrons where Colombian we had our love for emeralds and our admiration for El Gabo in common. 

They where on the edge most of the time. Murder was out for them and Miami was no refuge. 

These loosely called friends or acquaintances of mine would tell me about the execution squads and the "Vacunas" extortion fees, their names where on the list. 

This early flirtations with the people that skated on the thin parts of the ice would spark the ambers that would jetesen me to Bogota and into the interior of La Gran Colombia. 

Nineteen years old I plant my feet firmly on this unknown city. 

Harmonía

Harmonía tu y yo le bailamos el frío a la vida. Tu me llevas de la mano y yo me dejo marear. 

La felicidad se encela cuando nos ve enredado de brazos y pies. 

Yo le ladro a la luna cuando las dos arrugan mis sabanas.

Entre la harmonía y la felicidad siempre aparece el éxtasis. 

Avaricia querida mía que culpa tengo yo de tragar truenos y tirar chispas.

Que culpa tengo yo que la abundancia sea mi religión...

Titan de mis tildes

Siendo criatura de mi costura y presa casada con mi abecedario.

Me robo la frescura que le sobra a los pálidos y plasmo lo que pienso.

Ser poeta es un don. 

Ser poeta es ser esgrima sin espada.

Ser poeta es comerse el abecedario sin miedo o medida. 

Ser poeta es libertad sin presión.

Yo trago tildes y desecho verbos en jerigonza. 

No me esfuerzo en esta asańa, al contrarío me deleito de las letras que se prestan a ser presa de mi casería. 

Yo no leo poesías, yo no recitó, yo no repito pensamientos ajenos.

Si no burbujea de mi manantial no lo reciclo, yo no soy títere o marioneta prestada a recordar yo soy el titán de mis tildes.

Yo soy el autor auténtico de mi intelecto...

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Reflejo

Nunca mas me mirare, evitare los reflejos. Mis manos serán lo único que de mi reconoceré. 

Los espejos distorsionan, los espejos confunden. Los ojos no están echo para mirarse a si mismo. 

Callare ecos de lo que fue dicho, me tragare el ruido amargo que de tus labios salió.

Sembrare distancia y germinara la flor del olvidó. 

Reflejo no me mires que yo ya no te conozco, reflejo no me mires que temo al extraño...