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David Hidalgo – Cortez The Killer   Leave a comment

David Hidalgo, Los Lobos Guitarist — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Cortez the Killer
 
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for a new world
A palace in the sun
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his cocoa leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
The secrets of the worlds
Oh, and his subjects gathered round him
Like leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see
And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on
 
Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
They carried them to the flat-lands
And they died along the way
They built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t build today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I can still remember when
Or how I lost my way
 
Cortez, Cortez
He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
 
Came dancing across the water
 
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
Dancing across the water
 
— Neil Young
 
 

Shaun D. Mullen, RIP   2 comments

Shaun Mullen-artShaun D. Mullen — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A few days ago, I learned that the blogger, Shaun D. Mullen, which I have followed for 15 years,
passed away on December 12th. It was our cats, each named Kiko that brought us together as bloggers — you see, Shaun’s blog is Kiko’s House.  And, like us, he called his cat Kiko from the Los Lobos song, “Kiko and the Lavender Moon.” Having never met Shaun, only sharing a few emails around the time of our Kiko’s death in December of 2008, I continued to feel a connection through his blog, “Kiko’s House.”

Shaun’s last post was December 20th, eight days after his death. That was not unusual since we bloggers will sometimes schedule postings days ahead of time.

Shaun, 72, an author whose journalism career included two decades at the Philadelphia Daily News. He died of natural causes.

“Over a long career with newspapers, this award-winning editor and reporter received five Pulitzer Prize nominations. He covered the Vietnam War, O.J. Simpson trials, Clinton impeachment circus and coming of Osama bin Laden, among many other big stories.”

In recent years he also wrote for the blog, The Moderate Voice, which the managing editor wrote in Memoriam:

“I just cannot hardly yet come to terms. I feel I cannot in this moment in tears, write aptly enough about Shaun. I am sorry. I just wanted you to know.

An old story my father told me:

When we were made, Creator placed the number of years we would live atop our heads. We cannot see it. But we are to live the fullness of our lives as though we had forever –and also as if we had only one more day left.”

— kenne

 

 

Los Lobos “Kiko and the Lavender Moon” — A Great Band, A Great Cat   3 comments

Los Lobos “Kiko and the Lavender Moon” from Bruce Ashley on Vimeo.

Kiko was an extraordinary cat

existing in a shade of purple

never a lady

he moved with grace

in a lavender world

of my dreams.

— kenne

Cat In Mountain Cabin Window Fantasy   Leave a comment

. . . a continuation from a earlier posting.

Cat In Mountain Cabin Window
(The last three verses.)

She dreams of walking roof lines

In her world of twisted colors

Turning one against the other

Jumping and swatting her muses

 

Locked in her dark world inside

Outside is her fantasy

Avoiding real world monsters

While sitting in her cabin

 

Dreaming about green shoes

Hairbrushes and pink ice-cream dishes

Then wishingthe world away

Kneeling to dream, dream and pray

(The last verse paraphrases Los Lobos’ “Kiko And The Lavender Moon”)

kenne

 

 

 

 

Our Animal Friends Bless Us With Love And Attention.   1 comment

Chin Chin — Source: Kiko’s House

It was through our cats, each named Kiko, that I was first introduced to Shaun Mullen.

You see, like us, Shaun also had a lovable cat named Kiko. And, like us, he named his Kiko from the Los Lobos song, “Kiko and the Lavender Moon.” Having never met Shaun, only sharing a few emails around the time of our Kiko’s death in December of 2008, I continue to feel a connection through his blog, “Kiko’s House.” This morning’s Kiko’s House blog entry is “Chin Chin (ca. 1998-2011)”

Most rescue cats come into the lives of their new owners in cat carriers or by meowing outside of doors until they are fed. Chin Chin or Chin has she came to be known, arrived in a pillowcase.”

 

We, too, now have a rescue cat, Kika. Unlike Chin, we know little of her earlier life, other than frightened and skittish, she was not an abused cat. Having “. . . lived unhappily in a house dominated by thuggish owners and a big dog, and I would see her tiny black-and-white self peering at me through a lace-curtained window when I would pedal by the house on my mountain bike during morning rides.”

 

Chin was nurtured back to health, living with Shaun and his family for three and a half years.

People ascribe great virtues to their pets and can be forgiven the hyperbole that usually accompanies their oohs and aahs.

 

But Chin did have a special virtue. She had been abused and neglected and then abandoned, yet she had great sense in her tiny head and great love in her big heart in adopting us. Believe me, it was not the other way around. And for a few short years, she gave us a joy that we gladly reciprocated.”

Our animal friends bless us with love and attention, always when most needed. (Click here to read Shaun’s complete posting.)

I wrote the following poem, about Kiko, two years ago:

He was in my shadow network
Stopping when I stopped
Playing when I played
Sleeping when I slept
Always by my side.

When he danced, I would dance
But never in lock-step,
Only to the rhythm of shared music.
With each step, he took my heart
Building a crescendo of love.

Now the music is silent
As I move in darkness
No shadow at my feet
Only fallen tears of memories
Keeping me close to his ways.

But, darkness will not last
For his name is the password
To the ways of love
And the light of the lavender moon
That will always spawn his shadow.

kenne

Posted February 19, 2011 by kenneturner in Information

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