Carlo Ribera writes poems as a means of processing and understanding his life experiences and those of the people around him. Utopian Musings spans three generations to explore what different people do to further their own pursuit of life, liberty and happiness, the different challenges they face, and the different choices they make.
$25. 164 pages with color illustrations. ISBN 978-0-9823778-8-8.
1977 | Carlo Ribera, 27
We made it this far, all on our own.
Across the country. Around the world.
We see the city from a distance
and we wonder what waits for us there.
At the bus station and at the airport.
I take the subway. You take a cab.
We find neighborhoods that feel like home.
But eventually, we relocate…
…to the parts of town that cater to
the individuals we want to be.
We both work hard to follow our dreams,
learning our strengths and weaknesses.
I am the luckiest.
I am the luckiest boy I know.
Every failure and every success,
every twist and every turn in the
path I’ve taken has led me to you.
And I’m smart enough to say hello.
My name is Carlo. Yours is Nadee.
We talk for hours for the first time.
We do it again later that week
while exploring parks in the city.
Our lives have been so different, but
our values are very much the same.
We have no interest in playing games,
needless drama or keeping secrets.
I am the luckiest.
I am the luckiest man I know.
You enable me to be better
than I was when I was on my own.
You support me in the ways I need
and surprise me in the ways I want.
We fit together so perfectly.
I can’t imagine this without you.
I love you. I hope you feel the same.
I say it first and beat you to it.
You move in and then we get married
with all of our friends in attendance.
I never thought I’d be this happy.
I never thought I’d feel this complete.
I am the luckiest.
I am the luckiest one I know.
1978 | Nadee Ribera, 24
Spectrum City moves like
a kaleidoscope. Yeah!
It pulls us in, swirls us
around and around and
we mix and we mingle
and we sing and we dance.
The pulse of the city
pumps us up. Up. Up! UP!
There is no end in sight.
Upside down, inside out,
we just go with the flow,
in and out of the dark.
Spectrum City! You look so good!
I like it when you look at me.
Spectrum City! You sound so good!
I like to listen to you sing.
Just take a look at all
the individuals
sharing this space and time.
Go on. Give them a smile.
See? Some are like mirrors,
others are like windows.
Some are familiar,
others are strange and new.
We can experience
things we don’t understand
and learn about ourselves,
or let them pass us by.
Spectrum City! You smell so good,
I like it when you’re close to me.
Spectrum City! You taste so good,
just like you do in all my dreams.
Let’s explore the buildings,
streets and parks. Come with me,
fall and fly, our fingers
intertwined. Days and nights.
The world spins. The sky spins.
Wait your turn. Take your turn.
We are all alive and
everyone should know it.
We’re happy and at home,
in perfect harmony
with all of our neighbors
and the cost of living.
Spectrum City! You feel so good!
I’m never going to want to sleep.
Spectrum City! You feel so good!
I’m never going to want to leave.
1980 | Carlo Ribera, 30
I’ve been built up.
I’ve been lied to.
I’ve been tied up in knots.
I’ve burned fingers.
I’ve burned bridges.
I’ve learned from my mistakes.
And I’ve learned to
appreciate
all that you’ve done for me
as a wellspring
of faith, patience,
love and understanding.
Mama, I promise to never stop trying
to be the person you raised me to be.
I promise you. (You promise me.)
I promise you.
I’ve been foolish.
I’ve been beastly.
I’ve been solitary.
I’ve been a friend.
I’ve been honest.
I’ve been monogamous.
I was lucky.
I was ready
to meet my future wife.
I am happy.
We are happy,
because we work at it.
Nadee, I promise to never stop trying
to be the partner you want me to be.
I promise you. (You promise me.)
I promise you.
I never thought
I’d grow up and
have a child of my own.
But here I am
and there you are.
So much is still unknown.
Many changes
have to be made.
We’ll do the best we can.
Whoever you
grow up to be,
you will always be loved.
Swapna, we promise to never stop trying
to be the parents you need us to be.
We promise you. (You promise me.)
We promise you.