viernes, 18 de octubre de 2013

A GIFT FOR BONES AND BOOTH.


By Anna Rosa and Marien

It seemed that there was going to be, it seemed like destiny, cowardly and treacherous ally with wings of evil force Dr.Temperance Brennan and Agent  Seeley Booth to live in an eternal disappointment, the joy, love and tenderness not ever inhabit the walls of your homeBut it was not so angry voices rose and wielded so powerful reasons

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken,

(Fragment Sonnet 116 de William Shakaspeare)

Finally, the merciless god that governs their fate, has reconsidered its attitude, and merciful, has decided, for now, to honor their relationship, traditional like all the gods, have given their blessing to tie the linkage.


To me, if I can use a confession, I don’t like the weddings. I don’t understand the need to dress to publicly pronounce he words more tender and passionate sound between the sheets. No need to take minutes in love because, as Shakespeare said, speaking through Romeo...

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
(Romeo y Julieta, Acto I, Escena primera de William Shakespeare)

Although I always preferred the definition of Lope de Vega, to whom love is: 

Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso,
áspero, tierno, liberal, esquivo,
alentado, mortal, difunto, vivo,
leal, traidor, cobarde y animoso;

No hallar fuera del bien centro y reposo,
mostrarse alegre, triste,humilde, altivo,
enojado, valiente, fugitivo,
satisfecho, ofendido, receloso;

Huir el rostro al claro desengaño,
beber veneno por licor suave,
olvidar el provecho, amar el daño;

Creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe,
dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño:
esto es amor, quien lo probó lo sabe.
(El amor, Soneto de Lope de Vega) 


Brennan, who does not believe in heaven nor in the soul and Booth, who fears for his own glory, they know. His experience has led them to understand that when you love "a heaven into hell fits". One who gives life and surrenders to the disappointment is because there is no center or rest outside the beloved. Yet the doctor cost her accept it, science has long clung to the empirical idea of love. Love is chemistry, she said.


It has always been a very special woman. Although she has changed her mind and now is happy to proclaim publicly to more than seven million viewers, who wants to share her life, until death do you part, with Booth. I like all Boneshead happy too, I wish that for 30, 40, 50 or more years than the one for the other source of joy and comfort.


Oh lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My Cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;
Oh! Press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last
(Fragment The indian Serenade P.B. Shelley)


Especially I wish Brennan that Booth still sometimes transparent and sometimes a mystery. Will the two interesting days and nights and a glowing fire bed.

But Every wedding requires gifts, it's tradition. I know, I know you have not arranged the wedding list and who knows, if a poor Boneshaed could pay the price of some of the delicacies that Dr. included in it, whether prehistoric goddess of fertility or the wings of a megabomber of the Second World War.



However, there have been too many years of addiction to pass the day, and although the crisis and unemployment are not conducive to waste, I remembered as in other times of hardship and misery celebrating weddings in my village. They met friends in the church yard and after pronounced oaths and veiled grooms, accompanied with music and songs, to their new home. The lyrics, of course, something risqué, made reference to the surprises that the couple would take when facing the nuptial bed leaked to the hitherto hidden mysteries.

Then, the godfather gave them the keys to the house and farewell, reminded them, because memory is lying in those moments of love and joy and endorphins, the disappointments and crossroads that until that threshold had brought them and possibly the future would bring


A Booth and Brennan are not mysteries to be discovered in the wedding night, only skins and meat to be savored slowly, and obscene songs not alter the anthropologist, much less the sniper: so between remaining silent and others or cheering from afar the bride and groom, I decided, that although I have muses endowed with the gift of poetry, I can as well as Prometheus stole fire from the gods, steal the words of poets to tell their story. So that when the merciless god decides, once again, make shadow and sink into oblivion, remember where they came from and how they fought for their love is strong light, eternally fixed, that illuminates and warms the drift of many bonesheads.

The Amazing Fable of  

Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan.



There was once a man and a woman. Apparently different. She cold, rational, empirical and atheist, so cold that some nicknamed iceberg. Later, much later discovered that while it was a shy little girl called her mother Joy, by the time the left was a rebel and Temperance. The loss shift to her and to he & to us She came with three bleeding wounds in the soul
Llegó con tres heridas:
La del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.
(Fragment Cancionero y romancero de ausencias de Miguel Hernández)

He was always Seeley, and also lost the child. For when he met apparently redeemed, had left the battlefield he became an acolyte of death, and went solo the destination Soldier game with a single goal, settle the account, so many dead, so many alive. Was in simple words a good man:
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reings love and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I though buried
(Fragment Sonnet 31 William Shakespeare)



And  although from the first day the god, jealous, forbade even a brush, planting mines, corpses their days and their nights with tequila, though, pimp, he stuck to warm your beds with skins of some other, Cupid, silent, secretly launched its certain dart and leave dazzled for each other.

She looked at him and wondered

What is your substance? Whereof are you made,
That million of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every  one hath, every one,one’s shade;
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart
(Fragment Sonnet 53 de William Shakespeare)

He looked and said

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent
Distant and full of sorrow as though as though you had died.
One Word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true
(Fragment poeme 15 Pablo Neruda)



And for years endured protected the secret at the heart of Booth. And compassionate knight, rendered at its beauty was content to be his guide and translator of the facts of life after the French Revolution, for her, oblivious to pain, absent of any reality that is not registered in the bones appear outside gradually receding in without reason. Until killed and died for she. Brennan then it was in Iceland, cold on the outside and a volcano full of hot lava inside. And the player accepted the challenge, loved and wanted lover. He was the MAN & he said that. He gave himself, only for 30,40, or 50 years of love.

Booth said:
In our two loves ther is but one respect
Though in our lives a separable espite,
Which though it alter no love’s sole effet,
Yet doth it steal seet hours from love’s delight
(Fragment Sonnet 36 William Shakespeare)



Against herself, Brennan, frightened by the sound of the word love, scared as love could suddenly change their rational world, how to change color for your heart, said No. No, and No. And what tearful caged with steel bars. They were not his words but the amorous god who ruled not subtracted agony to pain. For the insatiable god were not enough tears and separated. They left opposite directions and she did not notice that:

His voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet Knew I not that heart was broken
From which it came, and I departed
Heeding not the words then spoken.
Misery —O Misery,
This world is all too wide for thee
(Fragment P.B. Shilley)

And not completely satisfied so that hidden heart, Brennan concealed, Cronus vengeful united again, more cut the thread. It was no longer Brennan, Seeley, no longer. Another existed between her sheets and  heart electrocuted. Meanwhile, Brennan abandoned undaunted smile attended with representation. Undaunted??

I am inhabited by a cry
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
(Fragment Elm Sylvia Plath)
She said to herself

Yet Cupid overcame the steel bars, because there is no god stone chest so unfair that love is notable to tackle. And what love can do, that which dares love attempt. And Brennan finally acknowledged losing and now, her crying crowns of hope ignited in the heart.



Then came the night in the remembrance, blood and death, she whispered asked finally: "Hold me and that our hearts will melt like two shadows into one."

Clasp me till our hearts be grown
Like two shadows into one;
Till this dreadful transport may
Like a vapour fade away
In the sleep that last always
(Fragment Invocation to Misery P. B. Shelley)


And though the dawn raised more doubts than certainty, both knew that the most enduring of dreams had grown between them, that the agonies went bust when the bitten mouth, hungry teeth and kissed limbs were filled.


And he in his uncertainty he kept thinking.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
In the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid
(Fragment 20 poems in love de Pablo Neruda)


And it came to God, seeking new loyal, wandered parallel universes, and in those moments when he looked away from them, in the body of Brennan-White woman body hills and-white thighs, the body of Booth-farmer undermined savage blow to the son of the depths of the earth.


And Brennan, fertile land, lost its last certainties and found the wolf that tender mouth smilingly asked:
Oh , funny littel girl  —this one under a blueberry sky,
This one! How can I say that I’ve known
Just what you know and just where you are?
(Fragment Little Girl, Anne Sexton)

And that's when Zeus defeated the old looked up from his gut, the learned happy and said "Let Pelant" and evil was done. A dog bites bloodied hell and misery his world once again, entered his house. Masts treeless seemed the two.


It was not in the mind of the gods that the one out for the other. Was not? To the old gods elated the people bringing them down from the pedestal ends. And so it happened in this story, Booth and Brennan were not alone, the humble bonesheads sick of so much despair, joined their voices. It was necessary to save love, grouting the pieces, add the parts of the whole. And while God shouted for silence them agreed that one of their old enemies, an angel banished, without wings or bells-one named Aldo who not only believe in him but thought him bastard, returned, among bourbons distilled to Brennan the gift of faith. It was enough to remind the good man who was always Booth.




And no Aldo returned to heaven, blessed, behind the bar of his lost paradise. Your advice regarding God:
Wake the serpent not —les he
Should not know the way to go—
(Fragment P.B. Shelley)

Make haste to pronounce your vows, no matter when, where and how they wrote to. That these are "I am yours, you are mine, and like the first day until the last love you and sanctify your name."
So that eternal love in love’s fresh case
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
(Fragment Sonnet 108  Whilliam Shakespeare)



And there we are. Reminding that it is beneficial for men face forgotten gods, but that rebellion is an act of justice for the sake of love. Because no one, not even a  god can make fool to love in time, nor short of the hours and weeks can alter it, but affirm it until the end of days.


And this is our gift. Do not forget. Be the one for the other and the two for us, the bonesheads.

This is a simple present, but it was made with the hearts and mind of two boneshead with much love and respect for the show and his cast and crew. 

And Finally a son very appropriately sung by me, Anna Rosa (I know that I am not Cindy Lauper but the intention counts).