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By Lilla Date: 2009 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2009.03.03.10.08.20852]] |
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I got it from Barne’s NYC, September 2006. It took me almost 2 ½ years to finish. Santiago’s writing style confused me in the beginning. That confusion somehow dampened my interest . Other titles stole my fancy … Joanne Harris' and James Patterson's. I was guilty of infidelity at least to by-lines, people who didn’t even know I ever existed. I was unfaithful and that was wrong. The coldness of Anonymity is forgiveable though. ;) It’s tradition to me to take down fancy lines, lines that jolt me, and rocks me through surreal and real. I now have a growing collection of fave lines more than enough to fill my epitaph. And It’s been 18 years since my first Milan Kundera. :) I read about this cover of Eduardo Santiago’s from a local paper while rushing to my connecting flight from LA to New York. I was intrigued by the title … the usual play of words. My judgment sez, Tomorrow They Will Kiss must be something applicable to me, to us, the people in my life, people who used to be in my life or even that person who’s going to be a significant part of my dear life. That was a hunch, I haven’t seen anything solid yet … not even a brief synopsis. I was such a judgmental gYpsy :) with jusz too many wild, sorrowful, morbid imaginings. Here goes … beyond the back cover. I found Graciela in my mirror. Palmagria … an old cup where I drank both joy and pain. And shattered pieces of hearts I broke … and mine, too by some who were careless with it. So I claim. One day, am gonna find my Barry O’Reilly. Or that yearning be taken away. Either way, I will have my prayers answered: "Solo vive el Corazon." "You wouldn’t think that women (/men/gay men/Butches/fair-weathers/false moles/thugs & gangstahs/the jilted bride/everyday-sane psychos!/stalkers/posers/hackers/hoes) with those enormous problems wouldn’t be so concerned with me. But they watch me like a telenovela." "I was stuck in Palmagria, and destined to die there a Marked woman: a scandal. For days … Palmagria simmered with gossip and bile. There was no one to turn to for comfort." "…as if I could tell my heart how to feel. As if I could tell my soul who to love. As if I could tell my body who to desire." "He kept his distance from then on, and I punished myself for missing him. He had been my refuge from a strange , incomprehensible loneliness, a feeling that I suspect I had been born with … and even those silly recitations of poetry …. And then he, my biggest and most costly extravagance, had turned his back on me." "I continued looking into the room, waiting for him to turn around, Surely, I thought, he will sense that I am here …if he does … it’s meant to be. If he doesn’t, I will leave. I waited and waited. I set a time, five minutes, and then extended it another five, then another. He never . I was nowhere in his thoughts." "You missed the flight. You stayed forever." "I stepped out of the house and into the sunlight; the breeze licked my face like a hundred butterflies. I decided to walk the church by myself, like a crazy person, the type of Lunatic who wanders the streets in a tattered old wedding dress." "He knew I was leaving … a glimpse, a wave good-bye, just a little gesture to let me know … had been real and its consequences had been worth it. (Hell No.) …." (this is the really really wonderful, beautiful part of it all ….) “Baby,” he said …. Let it flow down the Hudson to the sea. …. Imagine all that garbage they say about you is floating down the Hudson, to the Atlantic. Let it get lost at sea. Can you see it, just floating away, past the waves, into the horizon?" "I never give up hope. I am always willing to take a chance. For a while I felt as blind as … or as crippled as … But I never gave up. May be I’ll get somewhere …. Someday, and may be I won’t. I know I’m going to continue taking classes, I’m getting better. And who knows what’s in my future. May be great success, may be more mistakes. … All we do is turn the pages." "… and burn with the expectation of tomorrow; and that kiss. "Send me the right man, or take my desire to find true love." (We say that pray’r Graciela and I.) |