Poetry, theater, travel, music, spanish guitars, dance, collecting knives and daggers, organic farms, ethical shopping, V-Day, Colombia, train hopin' with critter dawg, social change, pyrotechnics, horseback riding, improvisation, stand up comedy, indies, dreams, laughter, foreign films, animals, Language's, universal language, culture, self conquest, arte colombiano, aguapanela, the language of the subconscious, bird taming and being my sisters hero..
Music
here go some...andean mountain music, Carlos Gardel, celia cruz, tego calderon, bambuco music, Carlos Vives, Eddie Palmieri, Ruben Blades, Silvio Rodriguez, tito puentes, los visconti, Aterciopelados, Bjork, Bob Marley, Massive Attack, Tricky, Thelonious Monk, Mozart, Nina Simon, Billy Holiday, Sade, Sweetback, Lamia, Lila Downs, Flamenco, Tori Amos, Lamb, Morcheeba, Hip-Hop, the roots, a tribe called quest, bob marley, Don Omar, soulful house, anything with soul, Tracy Chapman, Tom Waits, Ani Difranco, world folk music, 16 horsepower, dead can dance, Hope for a golden summer, Sinatra, Portis Head, Johnny Cash, Weekend Players, y musica pa aguardiente antioqueño ;)
Accordions, pan flutes, violins, djembe’s, congas tiple's and mandolins.
...and yes, the list goooooes on.
Movies
what the bleep do we know, Serendipity, High Tension, Maria Full of Grace, La Vendedora De Rosas, La Estratejia del Caracol, Y Tu Mama Tambien, El Padre Amaro, Run Lola Run, Frida, La Virgen de los sicarios, Ameli, Legend, Fight Club, The Matrix, lotr, City of God, Lost in Translation, House of Flying Daggers, Hero, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Ghost in the Shell, Sin City, V for Vendetta, Reservoir Dogs, City of Lost Children...
Television
Books
One Hundred Years of Solitude, El Alquimista, Memoirs of a Geisha, 11 Minutes, La Quinta Montaña, The Tipping Point, Harry Potter, Savannah Spectres, Midnight in the garden of good and evil, The Anastasia Syndrome, The 48 Laws of Power, The Tao of Physics, Positioning, La Profecia Celestina, The Beauty Myth, Walt Whitman, Pablo Neruda, paulo coelho (+++)...
Heroes
dad (my musico poeta y loco) and mom (the closest thing to a true goddess here on earth).
Melisa Cardona –The daughter of Latino immigrants, Melisa Cardona was raised between Atlanta, Georgia and her parents’ native land of Colombia. After several years spent traveling the world and working in theater and film in Atlanta and on the West Coast, Melisa’s gaze turned organically towards the wetlands and New Orleans, LA. She is currently the managing director of the New Orleans-based performance collective Mondo Bizarro. She is collaborating with various artists and theatre ensembles as a performer and community organizer, including Alternate Roots, M.U.G.A.B.E.E., RISE and many others, and she serves on the executive committee for Alternate ROOTS. Melisa thrives on activist-driven art and continues to construct original work in a way that reflects international diversity and inspires positive change to our polluted yet beautiful world, for a new mañana.
"i try to live light, so i can travel light...and make it easier to take flight."
"a lo indigena colombiano, mochila en espalda y rumbo al monte"
Weepaah!
Who I'd like to meet: Artists, Activists, travelers, people with a sense of humor, substance, culture and a thirst for more than the cards they've been dealt.
Frida Khalo, Lucy, Octavio Ocampo, Miro, Carlos Gardel, Santa Clause, Pablo Neruda, Paulo Coelho, José Marti, Atala, Charlie Chaplin, Jean David Chetrite, a gnome.
Yo deseo que fuéramos un pájaro tan yo podría volar a su ventana y cantarle una canción de amor. Espero que su día especial sea llenado de todas las cosas y a personas que usted adora. ¡Gracias por es mi amiga y permitiendo que mí mirar esos hermosos ojos!
I'm pleased to have a connection with you and as well to share with you the nature of my creativity.
Enjoy --
Egon Schiele
I'm not convinced I belong here; a dead cigarette sits as a carcass of ashes strained bloodless dreams, I draw her lips puckered in the sun- she sits endlessly wistful and, her face draped with delicate cut green eyes for what dream drowns the hope of a cemetery bed; to irk and move amidst the scope and sound... Angel locks a burden of curls, I press forever, the fever sins together and, the cut blends the kiss; extinguished lives burned in stones a plot of heads where a climax so rich and warm extends with a pail of rain creased in a stranger's voice fire ceased, I light another one to live utter unforgotten words in the weather
A prayer of flowers as people spoke the Earth
I remember the dirt she was just a girl once
I excused people for living passionless lives- I look at it differently now
Desde el momento en que entra en nosotros aquella primera luz de vida, brota desde dentro de nuestras almas el deseo de caminar, esa fuerza tan natural que nos permite adaptarnos a los cambios y nos hace dueños de nuestro entorno… por que así debe ser, ya que al movernos y dejar una parte o todo de lo que era nuestro… como tantas otras veces… invariablemente volvemos a nacer.
El deseo de caminar no se nutre por el hecho de querer seguir avante, ni se nutre al reconocer el sendero que se han pisado, porque rara ves volveremos la vista atrás… el deseo se mantiene vivo al darnos cuenta de que somos fuertes y que con valor aceptamos tomar otro rumbo que por necesidad nos llevara a perdernos…y así, una ves mas, saciaremos esa necesidad de gozar la inmensa dicha de poder volver a encontrarnos.
Nacemos, vivimos y morimos con la verdad de saber que somos una fragilidad que se rompe con un solo suspiro… mas aun, los días y los años que logramos cargar en hombros nos enseñan a sentir esa fragilidad, pues si no estamos dispuestos a rompernos, no somos merecedores de poder renovarnos.
Y si debemos agradecer los regalos que hemos recibido, el poder volver a sentir la inocencia de ser tan frágil, eso, antes que todo, deberá ser la pauta que marque este nuevo comienzo.
I drove through Louisiana a couple weeks ago and thought about giving you a call but I had been driving from New Mexico so I was pretty tired. I still wanna go take pictures in New Orleans one of these days. Also wanna see the Bonnie and Clyde museum. Anyhoo I thought I would just say whats up and hope your doing fine. Happy New Year.
Hiya, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope you got a ridiculous amount of presents all of which you wanted very much. Also I trust that you spent Christmas with those you like best in all the world, cause otherwise, why bother? I am running away to Canada in January to record some music, so maybe I should incorporate that into my new years resolution... something, something, I will be creative and productive, blah, blah, blah. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, hope the holidays are great fun for you. -Kate Elliott
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Somos un mar de almas conformado de soledades, vivimos solos, caminamos solos, y soñamos solos, …pero en ciertas lunas llenas acudimos al llamado, y nos tomamos de las manos y las aguas vuelven a crecer y se mueven con cada suspiro, y se agitan tan fuerte como el grito que nos sale de lo mas fondo de nuestra sangre, porque gritamos y bailamos de la alegría de sabernos juntos una ves mas, como tantas otras veces…volvemos a ser el mar donde nace la vida, volvemos a ser el mar que nació de cada gota aportada…con gusto entramos a esa bella inmensidad donde nada nos hará daño, tocamos el espíritu de los que dejaron de ser extraños y se convirtieron en nuestros hermanos y hermanas, …detuvimos el tiempo juntos, …y nos dimos el beso de despedida prometiendo hacerlo una y mil veces mas, …prometimos crear una y mil veces mas ese mar de almas que solo en esas especiales noches de luna puede ser creado.
