MARGARITA, a 19 year old Spanish girl leaves home with no direction, just her backpack and a journal filled with questions. Margarita begins to reveal her character in prose like form, questioning the future and having flashbacks to the past she begins to unfold the mystery with the two girls finding one another
Austen's character Margarita draws upon the wild woman within herself. As Margarita searches for her path and relates to the world, she opens the window of her soul. And through this window she finds a poet…a creative, innocent creature that holds the ability to let her spirit dance. Margarita then records her experience within a journal that‘s never revealed. What is revealed are the waters of emotion in her internal dialogue and the passionate interactions with her lover Cristal. 29 Palms is a story represented in the mirrors of a lovers’ quarry.
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The bamboo talks to my ear. Somewhere in the mist of the night I rode the winds on wings as light as my breath through Topanga Canyon to the Rodeo Grounds. My adolescence stirred in the excitement of new beginnings and the first memorable page was written in the book of my teenage life. I left my fears behind, burning them in the summer heat of the Valley.
Masks shade and reveal themselves like shadows of a lost soul. I had no idea of what lay ahead of me that night until the worlds of destined cosmic imagination took me to the party of my life. It was a party amongst the community of the bamboo grove, every artist's dream. I walked into the grounds of revolutionary artists, poets, painters, film makers, musicians and visionaries with a mystical flavor. My eyes opened to the beauty and magic happening everywhere.
As the evening went on I walked to the fire and the muse appeared. Curves of the wild red headed woman embodied my soul with fire lit eyes in the circle of the drums. Alchemy was in the air while she expressed her songs of wisdom, clearing the spirits of the ancestors and sending a wave of true love right into the seed of my heart. Daisy McCrackin is her name and from that day on she became my twin flame.
Leaving, gone with the wind to the desert of sins. Love left long ago and
all I see now is the horizon of the sun blazing down on my misery. It looks
like a painted picture, surreal fake clouds, playdoh trees, desert bike
biscuits riding in the folly of illusions. Where am I going? When will this
lost soul be captured by an angel¹s wings? How long must I walk this dusty,
heart broken path? Am I destined to walk this deserted road until I waste
away to nothing, left to the vultures and terrorists for their taking? I
will just keep walking
lost until found again.
Suddenly the mirage of time stopped and there she was... Cristal. Her eyes,
the color of the sky, piercing my soul, taking me to heaven. Was I dreaming?
(Flash back) Fight with Jake
I can still feel the rough hands of my brother pawing at my bruised skin.
That drunken bastard left me to die, just like my lover Jerry in the wrath
of poverty and war, generations in tears sweeping at Guadalupe¹s feet. They
are all so sorrowful, pitiful, and bottomless in their despair ...so, they
take it out on me. Sure father save me, I need to save myself. Enough!!!!
The pain is no longer there. Instead a cracked, empty shell. I must go, hurry before he kills me.
Memories come into a distant, canny shadow. I look at you and I see love
again, leaving me bare and naked, confused and thinking of you in those
moments I feel nothing at the same time. Yo pienso que mi hermano ya fueron
con los muertos en la vida. La vida de las munecas, adonde amores vivieron
para el todo tiempo. La luz con fuerte beses, shooting into my heart like a
cannon of woes, for as long as I love you the wind will only blow. I must
go. I can feel his breath on the trail... el Diablo.
The curse of my family separated us. Not your sweet smile only for awhile. I
see the light at the end of the tunnel, searching still lost in la madre del
mar...only a glimpse of the infinity. Guadalupe silently waves to enter,
something is out there waiting for me to conquer it. Battles, fears,
obstacles, love, hate, life, and death... El capitan in the myriad of
eternal bliss did exist when you picked me up, Cristal. Where is this going
now? Ya busco en mi sol del primordial baila. For too long the fever in the
jungle of my mind forwarded the image of flying amidst the chaos...birthing
beautiful crystals like you.