“Vida Loca Vanity”

There was always Love. It’s nothing new, but it came only in fleeting moments, and the rest of the time was confusion and anger and action. There was no time for Love, for we were fighting for the loco moment of vida loca.

When Love came, we kissed it because we Loved it, but we couldn’t really believe it because our hearts were all broken. The tattoos were flowers of pain.

We were romantic for destruction.

All we ever really wanted was Love. We never even cared about our voice, unless it was to howl along with Soul Sol Oldies.

Then we would get so sad, and it was a blessing to be sad together.

But sad turned to mad.

We sinned so much it brought us to our knees. We would pray for some salvation.

It was not in power, wealth, intelligence, education, drugs, liquor, lust, or laughter.

Vida loca didn’t save us but simply destroyed us even faster—and we were proud of that.

Vida Loca Vanity!

All any of us really cared about was Amor.

There was, is, and always will be Love, which matters more than the moment.