(8) Was the worst time Life could do us apart (8)
- Here i am. harold Taylor
El destino tiene una manera cruel de darte lo que quieres, y quitartelo sin prevencion alguna...
Todo empezo como una forma de subir la autoestima, y provar una leyenda urbana, pero lo que termine encontrando fue mas que un reto, fue un episodio dramatico cual Homero....
- "Nem Gond... " - dijo...
Ningun problema... (Kein Sorge, kein Problem...)
El problema, segun Ricardo Arjona, es que si hay un problema... El problema, es el no estar con el. Es caer en la tentacion, es llegar a dudar la veracidad del asunto...
Es llegar a amar lo inexistente...
Y llegar a odiar la verdad...
No es que no sea lo suficientemente buena para el, es que mi subconsciente cree que no lo es...
No es que lo este engañando, pero me cra una sensacion de seguridad creer que si...
El me ama, y yo lo amo...
Asi como ame los cuentos de Adas...
... asi como ame el amor...
Y asi como odio la descepcion....
... I once fell inlove with a poet, but all I loved was his soul...
I once fell inlove with a genius, but all i loved was his future...
... And now I love a dream, and still I love the complexity of him...
The wholeness he brings, the perfection in his imperfection...
The totallity of a unfinished work makes the challange more amusing, than the urge for Climbing, that Jaime Viñals once had...
martes, 13 de mayo de 2008
martes, 6 de mayo de 2008
Once upon a Birthday Present
(8) Viking #1, distracted my discretion...
... Such a Perfect Imperfection (8)
-Random Trivias, Harold Taylor
They say smell is the most reminiscing sense...
All though I agree, there is nothing that can bring images back as well as sound...
one simple song has brought back memories dating back light years...
...back to when supression was a form of liberation...
...Where every explanation could be neglected...
... Where self-destruction was a form of creation....
Last Night,
I conversed with the moon,
and the moon mirrored me:
> No... I am not what I was before, I've evolved... I am now one of THEM
> So that means you've de-evolved into that what you feared the most
> Yes... but at least I'm happy
> Are you really??
Then a cloud interruped our chat.
So...
My Happiness will forever remain a mystery
... Such a Perfect Imperfection (8)
-Random Trivias, Harold Taylor
They say smell is the most reminiscing sense...
All though I agree, there is nothing that can bring images back as well as sound...
one simple song has brought back memories dating back light years...
...back to when supression was a form of liberation...
...Where every explanation could be neglected...
... Where self-destruction was a form of creation....
Last Night,
I conversed with the moon,
and the moon mirrored me:
> No... I am not what I was before, I've evolved... I am now one of THEM
> So that means you've de-evolved into that what you feared the most
> Yes... but at least I'm happy
> Are you really??
Then a cloud interruped our chat.
So...
My Happiness will forever remain a mystery
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