Sunday, May 3, 2015

Quotes of Illusion

The simplest questions are the most profound.
Where were you born?
Where is your home?
Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Think about these from time to time, and watch your answers change.

You teach best what you most need to learn.

Don't be impatient, Richard. We're all on our way to learning more.

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Vicarious advice

"In life there are three things you need in order to be happy. Somewhere to go. Something to do. Someone to love."

Friday, April 24, 2015

Callo

Y pasan los días
que se hacen arena,
y aún no sé cómo decirte

que mi distancia no es aversión,
es rehúso a moldear el futuro
mientras aún reclamo mi presente.

Temo herirte por negativa,
y temo tejer falsa esperanza,
que al deshilar colapse más sueños aún.

Así, en mi contexto incierto,
espero que la niebla disipe
antes de saber a dónde saltar.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Soledad

Salí a nadar
hace mucho.

Qué ancho este mar que habito,
casi ni me acuerdo de la costa.
Sin ver frontera no tomo rumbo,
y entumezco mi corazón para flotar,
más aún.
Pues hundirme sólo crea la ilusión
de que estoy bien al flotar de nuevo.

Los brazos se cansan
y dejan de nadar.
Espero las olas me lleven
a algún otro lugar,
no en medio del infinito.
Espero los ojos, tan llenos de sal,
aún conozcan la playa al verla.
Que mi cabeza logre confiar otra vez
a que la tierra la soporte,
sin cautela, sin pensar, sin precisión.
Que recuerde el lenguaje de mis piernas,
para explorarla cuando la encuentre.

O un barco que me encuentre.
Algo.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Cadence

Hear me, ye live ones!
This stanza soon comes to an end.
I once again shed my pretend
interests of trickling growth.

For it sees mostly what it acquires,
rather on what the heart inspires.
It's changed my path from light to mire,
where I can hardly dance.

And I seek love, flow, music, dance,
to ignite in passion, to be entranced
within each moment, to take every chance
on what I truly feel.

So I lift up these long-bored feet
and walk away on a frisky beat:
my heart's, soon to feel complete
when it need not conceal.

What's real.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Persistence

Achievements are attempts at persisting moments. But moments only exist within themselves, and persistence is illusory. Life is not an album, but a pulsating, streaming now.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Psychic

I met a girl I really liked and thought was just like me, but she didn't like me, and I was brokenhearted. So much that I went to a psychic, who told me she could help me.

(Forever unfinished...)

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Subjunctives

Halo one.
The consequences of our lives are unfathomable.

How so?
In a deterministic reality, an impossible event is exactly one which never occurs.
In which woulds and subjunctives are void.
Purpose and hopes, contained and intranscendental.
Hence consciousness superfluous,
useless litter, illusions of decision upon a platform of unmoving fact.
Experience not forged, but a reel of sensations and expressions to inevitably absorb.

So I choose to think it non-deterministic.
Or so I think.
I think.
A vast dense tree of potential,
whose body I explore with decision alone,
lining my path in blissful entelechy.
So here I am.
And I smile.
;-P

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Preciseness 2

The Sequel. To PRECISENESS!!

Please do not use "exponentially" to mean "more than" or "a lot". "Exponential" refers to the change in one variable holding a (mathematically-defined) "exponential" relationship with respect to the change in another variable (commonly time). Like "The number of rabbits in that island has increased exponentially in the past five years (with respect to time)", or "Tweet frequency increased exponentially in the two days preceding the World Cup (with respect to time)".

Please do not use it as "But he was exponentially drunker than I was!", or "OMG these dogs are exponentially cute!" Please don't. Use "super", "über", "totally", or "like a thousand times... than..." instead. Please.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

miss

I miss you.

Our words, our conversations, and knowing what you think.

Me dirás vacilante
inseguro
dudoso
hiriente
estúpido

pero te extraño.

El espacio reservado en mi cama me agobia y me pregunta "qué harás conmigo? Dejarás que me disuelva en tu memoria, tan efímera, como polvo de hadas al viento?" Un espacio, aún tibio, un canal de expresión, tu receptáculo de sueños?"

Cruel.
Tengo tu contacto! Por qué no te hablo?
Idiota.
Qué busco? Inmediatez? Cercanía? Fue acaso nuestra distancia la que me instó a terminar? Qué frágil mi fe.

Fueron frivolidades. Me avergüenza decirlas siquiera. Quién soy yo para criticarlas siquiera?

No sé. Qué me pasa? Huyo. Atraigo, huyo. Atraigo, huyo. Qué soy, un resorte?

Quiero que leamos. Sé que no querrás. Después de...... rrrrrrghhhhhh.

Qué quiero?
Quiero compartir. Eso no ha cambiado. Cómo es que entonces terminamos todo... tan... AGHHHHHHHHHHHH, y todo mi culpa. No al romance, pero sí a todo lo demás? Cómo diablos funciona eso?
Quiero que leamos. Que nos contemos historias. Y viajar. VIAJAR. Eso nos falta. Compartir en un ámbito en que ninguno conozca. Explorar juntos.
Pero DESCONECTADOS de nuestra vida ahorita. Nos siento anclados a dos costas distintas, y cada vez que me estiro a alcanzarte... las cosas no tienen sentido. Pero sí lo tienen en el ámbito más general. En el de la vida.

ahhhhh tonto tonto tonto idiota.
Rechazo amor por circunstancia y distancia. Donc, idiotez.

Hiéreme aunque sea con tus palabras, pero es que siento esa AUSENCIA tuya, gruesa, negra, asfixiante. Dime ALGO, por favor. Algo.

Te ofrezco una palabra. Sofrosina. Me encantó limerencia. Arrebol.
Insúltame. Mátame. Léeme. Gracias. No respiro bien con tanto silencio entre nosotros.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Friend-zoned List

Monica
Gema
Paola
Scarleth
Laura
Maria
Mo
Amanda
Ivania
Adriana
Heidi
Valeria
Leibny
Leila
Emily
Scarlet
Romina
Daniela
Sonja
...
Maia
Alice?
Jessica Li

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Meaning

Spoiled, accustomed to have meaning given to me everytime. When it stopped being served, I stubbornly stopped in my tracks, like an unspurred mule, and I wait still. A part of me is still not convinced that I can create my own.