Last Love Poems: Between love and friendship

July 22, 2017

By Eddy Montilla.

If you see her someday, there is nothing you have to say.

When time and distance presage the worst,

bare silence is better than plain words.

Show her your best smile, raise your head

and keep calm instead.

And she will come to understand

how sad sadness can be,

how deeply it can bore through your soul.

Talk to her about everything, but don’t tell her anything.

A long time has passed

and time says things, and it also betrays…

Please, don’t tell her anything…

don’t tell her how I have been,

If I smile or cry, if I cry or smile,

if I still go out in the evenings

for my long walks,

not a single word to her.

Don’t tell her the way I live; don’t tell her the way I’m dying.

If I can neither live in the present nor forget my past,

if I buried my future or I’m still looking for it,

if I joke as I did to make people laugh,

to hide my taciturn heart,

If my saddest poems come in autumn or spring,

just raise your head, show your smile, don’t tell her anything

because dry leaves are blown by the wind,

but the wind is also blown by the dry leaves.

If you see her someday, don’t show her anything.

Neither show her pictures nor videos.

That only helps to engender rumours

that will die at first light.

To recall distant memories and surf on the waves of nostalgia

will not make me grow, will not increase my hopes.

Today, at this point of my life,

I leave those things for a special night:

My room in half-light,

with Spanish Serrano ham and Manchego cheese

and a glass of red wine to nurture treasured memories.

If you see her some day,

keep walking forever, but stop for a while.

We both loved her and neither of us had her.

We both lost her. It’s time to forget.

You loved her outside; I loved her inside.

I loved her soul; you loved her smile.

We are friends, friends with ties,

ties that bind us to a friendship that will never die.

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Last Love Poems: If I could back to my past…

February 28, 2017

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By Eddy Montilla.

If I could go back to my past, I would have told her “Yes!” to whom so many times I told her “No!”

I would have kissed my best friend on that rainy night after class,

the only opportunity I had, the only thing she really asked.

I still remember that rainy night…

Walking together under one umbrella,

full of dreams, full of hopes.

She, perhaps, looking for something different and similar,

and I, for sure, without even knowing how to react.

If I could go back to my past, I would have told her “No!” to whom I told her “Yes!”

because when it comes to love, half love is worse than nothing.

I would have taken more risks,

I would have drowned my fears for the future

and would have taken more actions in the present.

If I could go back to my past,

I would have cultivated more roses instead of waiting for shooting stars.

I would have walked more on the sand, barefoot, singing a song,

enjoying the sea, looking at the horizon while trying to find mine.

I would have gone more frequently to the park where she used to walk

and have walked less with my loneliness.

If I could… Only Lord knows how many things I would have done
If I could…

But I can’t.

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Thought of the day: Happiness and pain

September 1, 2016

By Eddy Montilla.

LOVE-PAIN

Happy and sad moments share something in common: They always come to an end and they always revive. The biggest difference is that when your happy moments die, not always sad moments are born as result of it, but when your sad moments die, as a reward, your happy moments are reborn to bring you consolation, peace and, above all, to make you feel happier. If you are sad because you lost your job, someone very important to you passed away or for any other reason, remember that happy moments die, but so does pain. Be patient, hold on tight, hang in there. Sooner or later, your pain will die and your good moments will be reborn to be at your side.

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Last Love Poems: Love from the school

March 1, 2016

By Eddy Montilla.

FLOWER

Love from the school, you suddenly came,

without being called, without being seen,

building up false hopes, just like a dream

among the memories of an immature child

that by the passage of time, by the vicissitudes of life

could finally understand his broken heart.

What a lot of excuses I made and all silly comments I said!

The things we do when we are young,

the things we do when we are in love…

Always walking around your house,

so frequently that your neighbours used to laugh at me,

waiting for hours where you had to walk,

just happy to see you straight past

and happier to see you stop for a while,

searching for a way to draw your attention,

your attention that let me to go home to daydream

or to dream my night.

Love from the school, I am alone in my room,

writing these simple verses and having a coffee.

On grey days like this one, loneliness increases

and that’s why, perhaps, I’m thinking of you now,

trying to imagine what you are doing…

Reading a book, playing with your kids,

living your life day by day, year by year,

with many happy afternoons without a single lovely night.

Love from the school, I heard from my friends

that sometimes you ask for me…

Should I be happy or confused?

Should I scream or be mute?

You know what? I don’t feel the same I felt for you.

Don’t misunderstand me: Thank you for loving me in the distance,

for being away from me

because that distance and unrequited love,

bore through my soul, hurt my heart

and filled it with sadness that created remembrances,

remembrances of you that I will never forget.

Then, who could be happier than me?

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Let’s talk about movies: The Martian (2015) is gravitating somewhere

February 27, 2016

By Eddy Montilla.

Rating: 7/10

Directed by: Ridley Scott.

Written by: Drew Goodard.

Genre: Science fiction, fantasy.

MPAA Rating: PG-13 (parents are urged to be cautious. Some material may be inappropriate for pre-teenagers).

Starring: Matt Damon (Mark Watney), Jessica Chastain (Melissa Lewis), Jeff Daniels (Teddy Sanders) and Michael Peña (Rick Martinez).

Running Time: 142 minutes.

The good thing (and sometimes the problem) about having seen a lot of movies is that reminiscences of other films always come into your mind and then, comparisons are unavoidable. So when I heard that Matt Damon (Mark Watney) was going to stay months in Mars alone and he had found a way to survive there cultivating potatoes, before watching the movie, I knew already that The Martian (2015) would have hard times ahead of if to try to convince me about its quality because I remembered Tom Hanks and his famous Cast Way (2000), which is, in my opinion, the best in its genre when it comes to survival plots.

     And what happened? In the movie, Matt Damon came back to the Earth from Mars, but for me, the movie is somewhere gravitating. Damon is a very good actor, as he has proved in Good Will Hunting (1997), Invictus (2009) and many other movies, but despite Damon’s Oscar nomination for The Martian (By the way, Academy Awards are so manipulated these days that I do not believe at all the way movies are elected), I think his job this time is by no manner of means one of his best performances. The scenes of Mars were ironically the only thing that looked very realistic. The most unrealistic thing was the plot itself regarding the idea of survival.

     If you are trapped in an elevator, you might not cry or scream, but I am sure that you will not be taking selfies or joking in the way Mark Watney did. And an elevator is inside a building. Watney, for his part, was in Mars, “only” 78,340,000 kilometers away from his home. I could not see in Damon’s face any sign of despair, loneliness or fear. I could not hear a quivering or tremulous voice. He acted and talked as if he knew in advance all he had to do survive. See again Cast Away and observe Tom Hanks’ expression when his only friend and company for four years, Wilson, a volleyball, moved away from him floating in the sea. It’s no coincidence that he considers Cast Away as one of his best movies.

     Whenever you see a group of people jubilantly saying “yes!”, people embracing each other or paper flying up into the air as a sign of victory, you know that you are in front of another “bait movie” made in Hollywood. I’m sorry, I like fish, but I do not rise to the bait.

This article was originally published in the digital newspaper World And Opinion with Eddy Montilla.

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Let’s talk about movies: Bridge of Spies (2015) was built over the river of magnificence

February 8, 2016

By Eddy Montilla.

Rating: 8.8/10

Directed by: Steven Spielberg.

Written by: Matt Charman, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen.

Genre: Drama.

MPAA Rating: PG-13 (parents are urged to be cautious. Some material may be inappropriate for pre-teenagers).

Starring: Tom Hanks (James Donovan), Mark Rylance (Rudolf Abel) and Amy Ryan (Mary Donovan).

Running Time: 142 minutes.

When you have together good scriptwriters (Matt Charman, Ethan and Joel Coen), a director of genius (Steven Spielberg) and two great actors (Tom Hanks and Mark Rylance), what can you expect from them? A burned cake? No, you get a masterpiece, one of the best movies in the last quadrennium, and that is exactly what Bridge of Spies is.

     In order to understand or achieve something, sometimes we have to start from the end rather than the beginning. Movies are no exception. So we have James Donovan (Tom Hanks), a lawyer without bias or frontiers when it comes to justice, looking through the window of a bus on his way home after helping CIA in a difficult and dangerous exchange of spies between USA and The Soviet Union. The greatness of this movie occurs precisely inside that bus. Think about all things Donovan went through and then pay attention to the music played at that time. It was glorious. During the Cold War, anything that looked like The Soviet Union or just smelled of The Soviet Union was enough to be considered detestable. Inside that bus, the same people who in the past looked daggers at him for defending Rudolf Abel (Mark Rylance), the Russian spy, now gave him a tender look for bringing not only the American spy pilot back, but the university student too.

     Observe Tom Hanks’ facial expression while he was looking outside. Note the parallel in the three kids jumping over the fence near the bus and the three young people killed when they tried to climb the fence in Germany. Learn from the nice lesson Donovan taught the American spy when they were flying back to USA and other people treated him like a traitor while he was trying to convince them that he did not say anything. “It doesn’t matter what people think. You know what you did.” Finally, enjoy the understanding behaviour of his wife, Mary Donovan (Amy Ryan) when she realized where his husband really was and saw him completely exhausted, lying on the bed.

     The sequence of scenes can be a perfect teacher for callow directors; Tom Hanks, and this time in particular, Mark Rylance, will teach you what great actors are made of. The remarkable concatenation of events during the whole movie is almost incredible. So what else could I say? See it, see it and see it.

This article was originally published in the digital newspaper World And Opinion with Eddy Montilla.

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Last love poems: Love is not for me

January 18, 2016

By Eddy Montilla.

Picture: Eddy Montilla

Picture: Eddy Montilla

Love is not for me,

I was not born to love.

From the women I loved before,

I always remember what I got:

A strange coin with three faces:

Mockery, deception and indifference.

I always paid them with love

and that was what I got.

The only girl who truly loved me

was the girl I loved most.

“Too perfect to be true.”

That was what reality said,

and it gave me two years of pure joy, sheer delight

and my remaining time in this world to dream and sigh.

Love is not for me,

I was not born to love.

Those things are for others…

Perhaps for you, maybe for him,

for those who are practical, those who are realistic.

Love is not for me, love is not for me,

love is not… But… Why are you here?

Why are you reading these lines?

Is it because you are like me or just sympathize with me?

It’s okay, it’s all right.

It is just the way my life has been lived

or perhaps, the way life is:

Some people lose, some people win.

Love is not for me.

But, please, never feel sorry for me.

I will not cry.

I will not dye.

I will survive.

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