Changes

I'm blue, red, green and purple, and then I'm blue again,
volatil.
The exciting unexpected over kingsland road.
Fear turning into love
Slow.

Tomo el volante, mis dos ruedas
y asi de imprevisto me cae la conciencia de golpe
junto con la llovizna de invierno
tan imprevisto como un niño que cae al intentar caminar
por primera vez.

Recorro las calles no tan ligera como quisiera
El pasado se entremezcla con las gotas de lluvia y las luces de noche
y el presente me hace sentir el agua sobre el asfalto.
llevo conmigo empacado el cambio, sobre mis dos ruedas.

All keeps changing.
One night a chant that burns deep inside.
All my tears burn my face like an alive volcano.
Spiting all the words and thoughts, I turned into red.
From the bottom of the earth I've started this journey.
I change and turn into white,
and the other night I become the soft whistle that coos me.

The trees do change my direction,
a new direction do change my trees.

Without holding onto something
we are not going in circles.
We are just going here.

plenas cosas.

Cuando la peor cosa que puede pasarte, se convierta en lo mejor que te ha pasado...

Es cuando aprendemos a estar plenos.

We dont need backpacks.

Uno. Un camino, a path.
The journey of my life. The journey of our lifes. Humans.
Walking in circles is where I found myself.
I had to rescue myself from the samsara.
Sometimes we think we know, but we don't actually know.
I didn't actually know.
Years and years, days and nights with wrong perceptions.
A traveler, a traveler in mind, thoughts and spirit.
I've got nothing but me.
And that is enough. Enough to wake up every morning and thank life for it.
I know a hundred names, and I have a thousand stories.
... and I've got nothing but me.
Its in that dark room where I see the lightest side of life.
Its in the compassion of that little child where I embrace my path.
Its me running without anything on my back.

Lloré en Paris.
Reí en Barcelona.

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.

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.

WHO IS WALDO?

La tregua

Its about me. All about me and you. But you are me. I am you.

enough.

I left the canvas right behind... suspended on time, with all the words I used to believe in
This is me now, at this time. This is me smoking

Siento la angustia recorrer mis cejas, siento palabras en mi cabeza que se estiran, vienen y van.
All those concepts who aren't me.

Siento haber fallado un largo tiempo, buscando por fuera lo que siempre estuvo adentro.

Todos mis preceptos me cayeron del cielo, como cubos negros y huecos.
Mi cielo se puso rojo. He llorado a cantaros. Confieso he llorado. Me olvide de mi por completo.
Soy Rox, Laura, Giselle, soy un nombre y mil historias. Soy los ojos que miran un mundo.
Soy el temor de dar el primer paso. Soy un proceso de cambios.

Lloro sentada en mi silla y no me juzgo. Esta es mi busqueda. Mis preguntas tienen sentido. Mi intuición tiene sentido. El sentido es hoy. Respiro y me atrevo a vivir y me voy mejor a danzar.

This is happening

aimlessly

Yo sólo se que no se nada... Por eso invento.