Lloré en Paris.
Reí en Barcelona.
Thursday 24 November 2011
Monday 14 November 2011
Spheres of nothing but blues
Una esfera.
Una esfera llena de ideas
Ideas incompletamente aceleradas.
Números.
Numerosos meses con la misma ventana. Distintos sonidos.
Detengo mi inmovil postura. Estiro las palabras y las rocío sobre el blanco del vacío.
Que se siente tocar las hojas?
A que sabe el calor del cielo?
Sin lineas, personas o montañas respiro el sabor a invierno
Observo latente el corazón.
Sentir el rechazo desconocido me hace reconocerme.
Saberme humana color carne me hace reconstruirme.
Todo cambió. patasparriba. pataspalado.
Lejos. ¿De qué?
Cerca. ¿Cómo?
Me cayeron verdades del cielo y del suelo emergieron raíces.
verdades que sacan sangre. Raíces que abarcan el tronco.
Ahora aprendo la danza de la verdad invisible,
y trenzo raíces para hacerlas mas firmes.
Observo el reflejo del agua.
Esa imagen que se dibuja entre ondas, movible.
Observo una vez mas, con atención.
Aware of my unawareness.
Una esfera llena de ideas
Ideas incompletamente aceleradas.
Números.
Numerosos meses con la misma ventana. Distintos sonidos.
Detengo mi inmovil postura. Estiro las palabras y las rocío sobre el blanco del vacío.
Que se siente tocar las hojas?
A que sabe el calor del cielo?
Sin lineas, personas o montañas respiro el sabor a invierno
Observo latente el corazón.
Sentir el rechazo desconocido me hace reconocerme.
Saberme humana color carne me hace reconstruirme.
Todo cambió. patasparriba. pataspalado.
Lejos. ¿De qué?
Cerca. ¿Cómo?
Me cayeron verdades del cielo y del suelo emergieron raíces.
verdades que sacan sangre. Raíces que abarcan el tronco.
Ahora aprendo la danza de la verdad invisible,
y trenzo raíces para hacerlas mas firmes.
Observo el reflejo del agua.
Esa imagen que se dibuja entre ondas, movible.
Observo una vez mas, con atención.
Aware of my unawareness.
Sunday 6 November 2011
on the road
Lennin- Toys
Mum- Chocolate
Life. What is life?
I´m resting on this bedless floor, Feeling the warmth of my cold body.
Life. What is life? Ask Platón maybe.
Life is now, happening trough my fingers. Vacuidad.
Unfair the fair. Forget about hope, forget about fear. Feel the fear and hope and then forget them. Keep going.
Expectation leads disappointment.
The books.
Life is about the 5 seconds of dancing, and about 1 second of feeling your whole body in the wooden floor.
Life was is and will be.
I die everyday. I born everyday.
As the leaves are falling again. I feel the freshness of the winter.
Es tiempo de guarda?
Its been a long journey. My journey.
My teachers. My students.
The kind of trip that never stops.
Impermanence. Redemption. Resignation and light.
Forgiveness. Do you forgive yourself?
How dark could the darkness be over the light?
And how light is the black?
Love. Love in itself. Love as a creature, love in this perfect imperfection.
a name, a skin a house in a head. and my headless life in re-construction.
I miss you. I´m angry. I´m vulnerable as a little piece of grass. Il tutto.
What its important is the message, not the messenger.
I need to pi.pi.
Money, work, plan, mortage, boundaries, visas, price, bottles, marketing, rooms, brown shoes, iphones, macs, adresses, clocks, flyers, tikets, texts, facebook, cameras, time, words,
toromierda!!!!! (please translate)
balance. dance. equilibrium. el medio, a la media y media.
laughs, conversations, hugs, daylight, fresh nights, river, songs, wind, water, food, breath, patience, conection, peace, real tortilla, cup of tea, innocence, children, grass, un buen danzón?
yellow floor because of the autum.
la neta del planeta.
Mum- Chocolate
Life. What is life?
I´m resting on this bedless floor, Feeling the warmth of my cold body.
Life. What is life? Ask Platón maybe.
Life is now, happening trough my fingers. Vacuidad.
Unfair the fair. Forget about hope, forget about fear. Feel the fear and hope and then forget them. Keep going.
Expectation leads disappointment.
The books.
Life is about the 5 seconds of dancing, and about 1 second of feeling your whole body in the wooden floor.
Life was is and will be.
I die everyday. I born everyday.
As the leaves are falling again. I feel the freshness of the winter.
Es tiempo de guarda?
Its been a long journey. My journey.
My teachers. My students.
The kind of trip that never stops.
Impermanence. Redemption. Resignation and light.
Forgiveness. Do you forgive yourself?
How dark could the darkness be over the light?
And how light is the black?
Love. Love in itself. Love as a creature, love in this perfect imperfection.
a name, a skin a house in a head. and my headless life in re-construction.
I miss you. I´m angry. I´m vulnerable as a little piece of grass. Il tutto.
What its important is the message, not the messenger.
I need to pi.pi.
Money, work, plan, mortage, boundaries, visas, price, bottles, marketing, rooms, brown shoes, iphones, macs, adresses, clocks, flyers, tikets, texts, facebook, cameras, time, words,
toromierda!!!!! (please translate)
balance. dance. equilibrium. el medio, a la media y media.
laughs, conversations, hugs, daylight, fresh nights, river, songs, wind, water, food, breath, patience, conection, peace, real tortilla, cup of tea, innocence, children, grass, un buen danzón?
yellow floor because of the autum.
la neta del planeta.
Wednesday 2 November 2011
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