Martie
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2005-02-13
12:51 PM
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Dream of Fernando
He looked like my first love, from Avila, dark eyes with something behind them that was hard.
He pulled me from a boat licking against a pier far away from my home, although the sound of the old wood was like my grandmother’s rocking chair.
I was sent to be watchful pero asustado realmente y solamente, I remember drinking something pink that made me dizzy; and later driving with him down streets filled with snow. It was night far too long when I realized that in this place there was no day.
I was wearing hiking boots and full skirt, the knife that they gave me cold and hard against my ankle. The shawl he put around me was soft and black like his eyes as he told me it was his mothers.
I knew trust wasn’t a word any longer but I did it anyway.
Everything was from the time before, except I knew that in the layers of my shirt I still carried my cell phone. So, in the back room out of sight of the mirrors I watched Fernando make a deal with some gringo. (all the time that song, “Hernando’s Hideaway” playing)
And I wanted to dance close with someone no, that’s not true with him, because his eyes looked into me and saw that I was really not me at all, but someone else, and I wanted to tell him to be careful, he was the only one that knew.
Then I dialed your number and it rang and rang and rang
and no one answered.
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Martie Odell Ingebretsen
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Magnus
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2005-02-13
12:59 PM
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Gosh Martie, you paint perfectly another side of life that so many live with, and sometimes choose...
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Margherita
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2005-02-13
01:28 PM
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Goosebumps!
You have touched upon mystery's shores, dear Martie.
A jump into a different section of the Now.
Perfectly penned.
Love, Margherita
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Sunshine
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2005-02-13
02:07 PM
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What a dream... a wonderful segue into a book...
hint hint hint
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Dark Angel
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2005-02-13
02:43 PM
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Kari is right!
go for it girl....Magnifique dear Martie.
one for my library.
Mxxand i knew in the crystalline knowledge of you ~Buckingham/Nicks
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Earth Angel
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2005-02-13
03:06 PM
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Your versality in writing is showing, Dear Martie!
~ and you are a fine raconteur as well!
Linda
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Midnitesun
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2005-02-13
08:10 PM
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OMG! I began to hum that hideaway song from the title alone! Incredible, what this write makes me feel, makes the song and moment more real than just what the memories can provide. Dang. KEEPING this.
"It was night far too long when I realized that in this place there was no day." Oh yeah.
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Martie
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2005-02-13
08:49 PM
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well, I realized after going back to read this again...for the manyeth time, that I got the song wrong. In the dream, (which was very real, by the way) the name was Fernando...but in the song..it's "Hernando's Hideaway". Must be a different guy. Anyway, I changed it. Thanks so much for reading!
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Ratleader
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2005-02-13
11:42 PM
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Here's the trick...take it from one who has dreamed many dreams only to awaken in a ringing, wringing darkness: In the dream....be sure you call the right number.
See what you did??? You carried me right along, so that I responded to what the poem is saying, rather than the written words..... anybody looking for a definition of good writing? Don't look here for it; go read the poem at the top of this thread, and see some.~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________
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Dark Stranger
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2005-02-14
07:38 AM
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but in dreams it was answered before it even rang
enjoyed this lady
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icebox
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2005-02-14
11:44 AM
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Le saludo, pero recuerdo:
Nunca el baile con un hombre que debe sostener secretos a fin de vivir.
*smile*
*hug*
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JamesMichael
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2005-02-14
05:23 PM
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A joy to read...James
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iliana
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2005-02-14
06:03 PM
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Stunned........I love reading dreams. Felt like I was there. ......jo
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miscellanea
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2005-02-14
06:38 PM
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Wow! Why do I relate? Suppose i've dialed a few wrong numbers because of impatience! Enjoyed, Martie. And here I thought this was going to be about Ferdinand the Bull!
I so enjoy your writing.
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Corinne
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2005-02-14
06:42 PM
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This is quite a mysterious piece, Martie.
Remarkedly like a dream and yet i see you somewhere in the darkest Mexico, hiking over the mountains in the jungles.
Corinne
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garysgirl
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2005-02-14
07:42 PM
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Wonderful writing, dear Martie. And, it seemed so real, too. Hugs,
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Goodknight
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2005-02-17
05:12 PM
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Martie - what a great poem - so vivid and so well done - I just love reading what you write - Paul
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Sudhir Iyer
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2005-02-17
06:00 PM
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what an enjoyable read
regards sudhir
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