Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Sed Como Niños
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Optimista
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Name
By X
"love me" she said
so I took her body, gave her what I could
but she just would´t heat my blood
the face I loved appeared in my mind
but it wasn´t the one close to mine
I couldn´t forget the love of a life
the one I tried to leave behind
in the final moment I called loud her name
a tear then appeared
rolled down my face, fell on her lips
she said "your love ain´t sweet"
love? what love?
just trying to fake myself!
we stopped, I could bear it no more
she spoke again, weeping, I guess
"I know your heart ain't mine
I know you don´t share my joy
you think I´m just your toy.
but tell me for God´s sake
why do you call my name?"
I couldn't pretend anymore
my soul was burning inside
laughter scaped from my throat
it was my time to talk:
"I don´t want to break your heart
but it´s too late to save mine
I wonder who is it to blame
for you both got the same name!!!"
Thursday, January 6, 2011
El Más Grande Misterio
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
When Right Goes Wrong...
Monday, September 21, 2009
AN ODE
And we are the dreamers of dreams;
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory;
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three, with a new song's measure,
Con trample a kingdom down.
We in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
A breath of our inspiration
Is the life of each generation;
A wondrous thing of our dreaming,
Unearthly, impossible seeming—
The soldier, the king, and the peasant,
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their Present,
And their work in the world be done.
They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising,
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going;
But on one man's soul it hath broken,
A light that doth not depart,
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man's heart.
And, therefore, to-day is thrilling
With a past day's late fulfilling;
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted;
And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
Are bringing to pass as they may
In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.
But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing—
O men, it must ever be—
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing
A little apart from ye.
For we are afar with the dawning,
And the suns that are not yet high;
And out of the infinite morning,
Intrepid, you hear us cry,—
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling, unknown shore,
Bring us hither your sun and your summers,
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before;
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers
And a singer who sings no more.
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Khalil Gibran decía...
X
Thursday, July 2, 2009
¿Cuándo fue la última vez...?
X
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
La única constante...
X
Delete
X
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Cualquiera puede...
Cualquiera puede ver destrozada su vida y reconstruirla a partir de los pedazos. Cualquiera puede soportar el dolor, pasar las pruebas, seguir adelante.
La gracia está en hacerlo sin perder el buen humor.
X
Monday, May 25, 2009
A feelin' so hard...
Fire and ice, melting sky
Pouring rain,
An ocean of pain
Joy and sorrow
Heartbreak might follow
Today, not tomorrow
X
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
De qué serviría..?
X
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
No es eso de lo que se trata todo?
X
Thursday, April 16, 2009
El Niño
X
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Es curioso
X
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Momento de Escribir
unos dedos fríos rozan mi vientre,
mi respiración se acelera,
los vellos de mi nuca y brazos se erizan,
el tiempo y la realidad se distorsionan,
los sabores se confunden con los colores,
los olores se funden en uno,
los sonidos se vuelven más intensos
y mi mente da vueltas
entonces
entonces
... llega el momento de escribir
escribir, escribir
mi pasión y mi muerte
mi escape
mi realidad
mi vicio
mi alivio
mi verdadero amor
mi razón de ser
a quien acudo cuando estoy enamorado
a quien acudo cuando mi corazon ha sido roto
a quien recurro cuando estoy desamparado
en quien me refugio cuando la depresión me envuelve
a quien busco cuando el gozo desborda mi pecho
y la esperanza anida en mi corazón
a quien amé antes de conocer
mi libertador y mi amo
me da la lucidez de la marihuana
la excitación de la cocaína
la placidez de la heroína
sin inyecciones, hemorragias
o calambres
casi tan bueno como un orgasmo
mejor que un psiquiatra
definitivamente mejor que ciertos amigos
a veces, también, mejor que otros
te da el poder de un dios
de crear y destruír mundos
universos enteros
unámonos todos y maravillémonos
ante el poder de la pluma
la fuerza del teclado
la seducción del papel....
escribir, escribir
escribir o morir!!!!
X
Qué o quién es X?
X es un misterio, una incógnita.... la variable desconocida... el tesoro oculto.... un rayo misterioso... la suma de Venus.... el verde de Marte.... el último Domingo de Agosto.... un vicio persistente.... X es rebeldía... la generación siguiente.... el gen de la evolución... lo importante del sexo.... los cielos de Octubre, las noches de Marzo.....
X