dimecres, 23 de setembre de 2009
Reach the shore after the longests of the storms,
a relentless, restless, pointless and rootless
wild tornado removed the houses made of straw
to leave only the shelter made of stone.
Search the lighthouse in the middle of the night
as your boat has been sailing adrift for too long
in a sea born nourished by the tears you cry
dwelt by monsters calling you with mermaid songs.
Believe in spite of having been let down
let out the survivor of the frigate "Pain",
the victims of the shipwreck are already mourned
let's take a new crew and sail away.
dissabte, 12 de setembre de 2009
I haven't used other people's words so far, but Mr Chuck Palnhiuk got it so right that nothing I could add would get an inch close to these wise words.
"Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler." (Fight Club)
dimecres, 2 de setembre de 2009
I could say I wish I had been been able to bite my tongue for ever, I could say I wish the door hadn't been opened and closed from its outside, I could apologise because plenty of times I spoil wonderful things just because of my temper or I, who usually worries about each word, choose the worst in the worst moment. I always said I had bad timing and now I see the paintings by my side and can only think why I had to talk nonsenses when in the moment I stayed quiet. Maybe there will be a time when I get to know why I harm civilians in a war where I cannot face any real enemy, probably I'm my worst enemy most of the time, surely I shouldn't be writing now, because I should be laying by your side, feeling your smile, enjoying your company.
Lesson one is hard to understand and I'm on my way to accept I never will, why do I push away the ones I love, why do I always go to far, even when I thought I had got calm?
Lesson two is plain and simple, why do I care about what others do, when I'm smashed by the sincerity of your acts?
Lesson three is to accept my own flaws. I'm thinking about it and have no answer, but just your voice, your sympathy, closely understanding my feelings, and the rough sea becomes a lake in which we can sail together towards a horizon with a sun that never sets.
I'm supposed to be the teacher but I've been taught today.
dimarts, 1 de setembre de 2009
If I were a Nexus 6, I'd be about to die right now. Those memories from my childhood would be only implants from somebody else's life. I would have never played basketball, never studied in that "charming" catholic school, never met some of the people who have become shadows, never seen some beloved ones die or some be born.
I got to apreciate art, literature and cinema, although I was supossed to be a money maker. I got to cross some boundaries I was never meant to. I smoked too much, drank too little. I made some good pics I lost just to reach I point when I want to make some new from scartch, I wrote plenty of things that got lost or became meaningless, just to find the inner need to keep on writing. I worked too many hours, found too little pleasure on them. I let some chances that would have changed my live completly go until I realized my time was not gone and I had to chase new ones, I have plenty of time to be what or who I always wanted to be and, sitting next to a work of art in progress, not mine, by the way, the epiphany I had long ago is getting brightly clear and I found my Rachael.
Fertility/sterility of the population, religion, mass media, society of genetically-manipulated humanoid slaves.Living progeria, time gets too short, but some still waste their lives, the wealthy live above the workers and those only dream of going upper and upper. Enough, I'm alienated and, finally, I feel fine. It's time to go North. I have seen the unicorn origami figure, I have to deal with my dream.
If I were a Nexus 6, I would join Batty and say..."I want more life, fucker"