Prolog - the video

It was late in the night... or very early in the morning... and I lay there once again wounded and ravaged (and Ravished) by her hunger and lust... and my own damn desire... she stretches out her entire body with a long emotional sigh... and lets it go limp on top of me... usually I would pick a book that is sitting on the night stand and read to her until she falls asleep, but this night... I was to weak to move... she asked me to recite her some of my poetry... which I did... and she recorded some of them... that is why I sound the way I do... enjoy... and may you all have a very happy and safe New Years Eve...

The Moon - in living color...

... looks like some one left the lights on...

carta de despedida...

The words you are about to hear are from a good-bye letter said to have been written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (author of One Hundred Years Of Solitude, The General In His Labyrinth, and Love In The Time Of Cholera) to Johnny Welch (muppeteer) though for many years he has insisted that he would never written something so ridiculous... The letter is written from the point of view of one of Johnny's Muppets - thanking him for all that he has learned from humans and how he would live his life if he were a real man... I thought of translating this into English but even if I could do my best, we would still lose a lot of its beauty... I hope you will still enjoy it in it's original Spanish as read by Johnny Welch... Many years later, in an interview, Garcia Marquez called the letter "beautiful".

Now that winter is here…

Now that winter is here – I want to pack my bag and disappear…

Now that the cold winds blow – It’s easy to turn my back on the life I know…

Now that the days are grey – I can’t find a reason for me to stay…

Now that the snow has come back around – I want to run away where I’ll never be found…

Now that the nights are long – It’s just more time to think of what went wrong...

Now that the nights are cold – there’s no inspiration when you’re not here to hold…

And now that you are not mine – I guess there’s really nothing left to leave behind...