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“…Solía conocerte, yo sabía que tu color favorito era el color verde; por como lo usabas a diario en alguna de las prendas que vestían tu cuerpo. Yo solía conocerte. Era divertido sorprenderte luego de que abrieras la puerta y me vieras de pie, allí, sosteniendo una orden de arroz chino y un par de botellas de  coca cola, un miércoles por la tarde. Nunca dijiste que fuera tu día favorito entre los siete días de la semana, pero era el día en que tu más sonreías, era el día en que tus ojos más se iluminaban, era el día en el que no te importaba vestirte con los ojos cerrados, era el día en que…”

-No te detengas.

-No puedo seguir- eso fue lo que dije, eso fue lo que realmente sentía. Tres palabras que aunque imprecisas, definían con gran convicción el estado en que me encontraba. Derrota pura.

-agradezcamos a nuestro compañero su intervención.

Y fue después de un aplauso que uno a uno siguieron todos compartiendo trozos de tristeza que no los dejan vivir. Fue entonces cuando, yo, sentado en una de las filas centrales me dispuse a recordarte, a recordarte en uno de esos miércoles…

Nuestro Himno / Nuestra Realidad

…Pues tus hijos valientes y altivos, que veneran la paz cual presea…

¿Paz? Una amiga hace uso del servicio de transporte público por las mañanas y por las tardes, en su recorrido reza sin cesar, cuando baja del bus reza porque, gracias a Dios no le paso nada; mientras en su casa rezan por su bienestar, para que llegue sana y salva; y cuando llega, por fin, reza la familia entera porque ya llegó la señorita. ¿Es eso paz? No cuestiono el hecho de acudir a la religión en ocasiones como la mencionada, cuestiono el estado de paranoia en el que se vive y el hecho de que lo dejemos llegar tan lejos. Pues nosotros somos “hijos valientes y altivos, que veneramos la paz cual presea quienes nunca esquivamos una ruda pelea si defendemos nuestra tierra y nuestro hogar”  pero, ¿cómo vamos a pelear, o siquiera denunciar, esta violencia si cualquiera que sea nuestro movimiento sabemos que quien sigue en la lista de difuntos, desaparecidos, extorsionados, etc.; somos nosotros? 

Hay miedo en la atmosfera y se siente. “Nuestros parques son nuestros centros comerciales” eso discutíamos en nuestra clase de ética hace algunos días, y es porque es allí en donde nos sentimos seguros, es allí en donde podemos respirar y dejar que nuestra mente y realidad se distraiga con ofertas y objetos innecesarios; es allí donde podemos regresar al “trono de amor” y recordar que hay algo más que solo sobrevivir en esta jungla donde a todos nos miran como ciervos débiles de quienes cualquier animal con un par de colmillos extras se puede aprovechar. 

“…Hay de aquel que con ciega locura, sus colores pretenda manchar…”  ¿una amenaza? No, simple y sencillamente la letra de una canción. Porque aquel que mancha el color de nuestra bandera con la vida de gente inocente, ese alguien recibe en prisión TV por cable y comidas los tres tiempos. El pueblo afuera viviendo un infierno, mientras que si al delincuente “lo agarran” le mejoran la vida automáticamente; e irónicamente, todo gracias al dinero a través de los impuestos.  

Es frustrante vivir o sobrevivir, en un lugar en donde tus derechos son atropellados con frecuencia  y donde tu libertad se limita a los sueños de un mejor mañana.

Finish Line

Quiero comenzar el año mostrando mis fotos favoritas del último mes 

del año que terminó, pero algunas no se van a revelar hasta que sea febrero 

así que aqui estan algunos frames digitales 

que resultaron sorprendiendome

ean

 

diciembre 2010, Cerro Santo Domingo.

GIRL

girl
one of these days
all this wanting is gonna come to an end
and you, and I, and we
lucky is gonna be the word describing us
girl one of these days
Christmas, anniversaries, valentine's or whatever
they will come our way
and there'll be no need for presents
for our smiles will make them useless
for our hearts will make them pointless
for our hands together will not need them
for our eyes will long only the other's sight
girl one of these days
I'm gonna find you
or maybe you'll find me
however we'll blow eachother's mind away
and we will not only be perfect
but there would be no other place that we'd rather be
girl one of these days
we are going to find our way to grow old together
and like in the old days
we will slowdance,
under the moon
with Sinatra playing in our heads

TUENTI

ILEVEN

design studio is on its way
by the end of it I'm gonna get published
I'm gonna keep on teaching
I'm gonna learn a new thing every single day
I'm gonna love hard
I'm gonna forgive easy
I'm gonna go to europe
I'm gonna improve my social skills
If you are the lucky girl, I'm gonna kiss slow
I'm gonna find great new/old-new-to-me music at least once a week
I'm gonna be a better friend/brother/son/(and if I get lucky) boyfriend
(just to clear the previous state I AM GOING TO GET LUCKY)
I'm gonna be a better blogger
more people are going to know me without me knowing
an art expo or more than one is on its way
better grades at the university (the same shit you promise every single year(this time I mean it))

and that's it, if i get done at least one of these I'm gonna be happy on my tuenti ileven

see you then  :D

when...

when my lips say sin
I'm thinking about you
wrapped up like xmas gift
when my lips say sin

when my heart says please
I cover with pillows bot of my ears
'cause he doesn't know what he's saying
when my heart says please

when my urge goes screaming your name
when it finds me vulnerable and scared
I'm all alone and you're too far away to listen
how it screams. How it claims. How I fear!

Diamond Shaped Tears

if you really knew me
you wouldn't need to ask
"how are you doing?"
you would just know
by the look in my eye
by the way I say hello or hi
and therefor you would hug me
or share with me one simple smile
that's why If you really knew me
there would be no need
to speak up bad feelings
you would just share with me
diamond shaped tears
because if you really knew me
you wouldn't call me friend
you would call me brother
however who the hell really knows me
If i'm not sure if I know my self

And somehow I wish it was you...

And somehow I wish it was you

Coming from the unknown
Leaving me breathless
Singing a song
Making me fall in love
With your voice

And somehow I wish it was you
Coming out from the dark
Turning the dusk into sunrise
Making the birds fly
Imposing your self
Like the waves of the ocean

And somehow I wish it was you
Nobody else but your self
Wearing a white dress
With roses on your hair
Holding my heart in your hands
The one that was lost
Since too long to remember

And somehow I wish it was you
And somehow I wish it was you
Trying to keep me from falling
Holding my hand for hours and hours
Making my hopes go higher and higher
And somehow I wish it was you

And somehow I wish it was you




.

I have...

Honey, I’ve seen the night sky turning into morning
Honey, I’ve seen the stars shinning over our shoulders
Honey, I’ve seen our shadows trying to touch each other
But I Haven’t seen you

Honey, I’ve felt the warmth of the summer
Honey, I’ve felt the cold breeze of October
Honey, I’ve felt my heart beating like never before
But I haven’t felt you

Honey, I’ve heard the waves crashing from the light house
Honey, I’ve heard mosquitoes all over my ears
Honey, I’ve heard every song of Frank Sinatra
But I haven’t heard from you

Honey I’ve tried to picture every inch of your body
Turns out that I can’t
Without a real image of your whole
Imagining is all I got



.

Revenge.

The old forest was wearing a beautifully made tux full of stars. In his insides there he was, a desperate wolf craving for food; a lonely wolf, but wolf after all. His sharp sense of smell caught the rusty aroma of a grandmother laying in bed longing for the next day, all because that day would be the one when her little grand daughter would appear with a bascket full of biscuits and delicious fruits; she was certainly not longing for her grand daughter. So the wolf made his move, and as we all are, he was perfectly aware of the little tale about a ridding hood that visited her grand mother and so he decided to not only swallow the old lady but also to chop her into little pieces and save some for the winter, he also thought about not getting into that lady's outfit, because he was a man, he was a wolf, he didn't need cover.


Dark was the athmosphere at grandma's home, however you could still appreciate the shadow of that cruel animal, the same one that with cold claws made out of grandma a really difficult puzzle to solve. He ate some of the pieces and waited, he waited calmed, he waited and found the sun waking up presenting the little mess he made the night before to himself; but still he waited, he waited until the door opened in one sweet and gentle move along with an inocent voice of hope and curiosity that shouted "Granny... how are you? followed by a mutted scream.

Who are you? You are not my grandmother... a mouth dripping fear said.
-And yet here we are- thought the wolf.

She was allowed tu run for a few seconds before the hunger of the wolf made him run after that delicious prey.