South Point.

Fast Turnings.

Tom!

South Beach and the Keys Underneath

It’s just a regular Miami summer afternoon – unbearable heat, bright sunshine, uncomfortable

humidity, and miles and miles of sandy beaches. I pack my gear and drive to South Beach. First I am

going to snorkel a bit, and then I’ll have well-deserved breakfast, I think to myself.

I hide my car-keys in a secure place (I won’t tell you where) and I dive straight into the water. It

is warm, not refreshing at all. It reminds me of a lake, rather than an ocean. There are no waves

whatsoever that day; just perfect for snorkeling.

Underneath, it’s a world of its own, a unique universe with the strangest plants and creatures,

all perfectly adapted for the life under the water. I am a distraction for them, I do not belong. As much

as I am trying not to disrupt this fragile ecosystem, I become very quickly aware of a fact that everything

and everybody is staring at me.

Eel came out of his little cave to check out the giant “new fish.” Barracudas are circling around

me to let me know that this is their territory. Only the Starfish seems to ignore me, yet I know that’s just

the way stars are – indifferent to their environment.

Jellyfish floats by. I don’t like that. I’ve heard one too many stories about Jellyfish’s sting. And

I’ve heard only one story about how delicious stir-fried chili jellyfish could be. I wonder, can this creature

see me? Is it aware of the purple elephant in the room? I try to swim under it, over it, I circle around it,

looking for the smallest hint of acknowledgment. Nothing. Time to move on, I will not dig anything from

this mine.

I swim further from the shore, probably the furthest I have ever been. It’s not like South Beach is

just a dot in the distance, but I am far. I hope it’s worth. I take a deep breath and I dive under the water.

Few seconds passes before I reach the bottom. Sand looks different here. It is smooth, untouched. Oh

crap, it moves! It’s a stingray. Is it angry? Should I just leave? I don’t care, I wanna touch it. I am running

out of air. I need to act fast. I get closer, stretch my arm, and reach out. One swift move and it’s gone.

No way can I catch up. “Fuck this,” I say to myself right after I emerge from the water.

I had enough. I swim back. I see a barracuda here and there checking what I am up to. I don’t

care anymore. I think about my well-deserved breakfast that is waiting for me in my favorite bakery - it’s

on 15th and Washington Avenue. If you are ever around, just pop in and get a cachito.

I am quite satisfied with this trip. Let’s see what is going to happen next time. Cause there will

be next time. It was like a good sex, I just want to do it again, and for longer. I want to see turtles,

dolphins, manatees, even a little shark if it doesn’t attack me. I just like to visit our friends underneath.

They’re quite interesting crowd.

I can’t complain about this town,

It has its perks, it has its flaws.

I must love this place,

for its beauty, for its laws.

City that never sleeps

Not the one up north

The one at the tip

of what looks like dick of sort.

Hey Puto

Aqui se habla espanol

That guy told me

He wasn’t angry

He was a teacher of sort.

I didn’t listen

I didn’t care

Cause all the Latinas

Understand the language of $$$

People are late

Constantly

People get laid

Occasionally

Do you wanna be that guy

The one that gets them all

The one that shares them all

Liar.

House at the beach,

I don’t think so.

Boat in the marina,

Oh I really don’t think so.

Mama’s boy,

That doesn’t even drive

He is a mama’s boy

And all he does, is lie.

Liar, lawyer, attorney

Or just a doorman

African Wonders.

Red Strawberries

Road Trip

Summer Time