25 mayo 2004

Feelings

I feel the cold under my skin...freezing my moves and my feelings.
I feel the sadness of not having what I so much want to have but I still don't know it.
I feel the emptyness of being full of your fingertips, without the touch of your hands.
I feel the pain of wishing a place to stay being somewhere else.
I feel sick, plain and simple....sick....cause my ears are trying to explode.
I feel the void of not knowing all I need to do.
I feel tired.
I feel dizzy.
I don't want to feel more today....

I'll go to sleep.

16 mayo 2004

Movimiento

Una vez aprendí que no existe lo que no puede moverse. Fué como despertar de la fantasía colectiva en la todo siempre es como siempre ha sido y siempre será. Cómo no vivir en el apego
pensando, sintiendo, flotando en una atmosfera artificial de falsa eternidad?
Luego abres los ojos, ves la dinámica de tu vida en ese invento nefasto que llamamos tiempo,
para descubrir que desde el último de tus pensamientos hasta la célula mas recóndita de tu traje de
buzo se ha roto a pedacitos en la perpetua lucha entre el futuro y la historia, entre el tú quinceañero
y el tú de la tercera edad. Entre el tú de cuerpo perfecto y el tú de la celulitis y las arrugas. Entre el tú que está solo y el tú que vive la ilusión de no estarlo que llamamos amor.
Abrí los ojos...
Ya no espero...miro con los ojos desenfocados, y salto al próximo bloque de hielo que flota a la deriva, será este el que relamente me lleve de regreso a la orilla?. Pero no espero que lo sea, pues no añoro la orilla, no añoro mi anterior bloque de hielo, ya no espero. Pero existo, porque aunque no anhelo la orilla, definitivamente sí me muevo.

15 mayo 2004

The One Name not Given

I've been called a lot of things during my recent incarnation. I've been called pretty, I've been called dumb, I've been called perfect, i've been called crazy...the fact is that, despite my thousands of given names and all of you the so called "namers", there's one identity I can't seem to find, there's one name not given, there's one of you
namers turning the back on me....
Me, my most feared namer...please don't call me anything bad, don't call me anything I don't want to hear cause you'll make me run away, even if it's true, even if it's false the name you want to give me.

Maybe I just need to hear what you have to say...I'll see you around...

11 mayo 2004

The Ghost with a Moustache

I was little when I found myself speaking of me to me. We, I... used to chat in silence, we, I used to ask him for impossible answers. Impossible not just for the simple fact of being hard to think about, but just for the absolute reality of not being real yet.
Based in history, I compared my world to the world I got to know but I forgot. Researching on those written lines, those wich have been blured by the water or the fire, or the sand or the filthy red boots. I felt the embrace of the red words for a second....I was sleeping...but I woke up and started to run.
I hate some kind of red colors....cause some reds are seeking for blood to keep its color.
When I stopped running...I saw his shadow reflected on the image in the mirror. The image of the ghost with a moustache, dressed in black and gray. How come?...He was supposed to run away!!! Soon I realize he wont cause he's the same image reflected.

Lost Law

Late today you let me know
Law got Lost on Red Litter,
Red bullshit, left on the
street, ledding all the lame
loosers to lost what is left
of our lunatic minds.