Once Upon a Wall

"El acelerador se hunde cada vez mas, al tiempo que la velocidad crece... No es un camino despejado, la colision es inminente; Es Necesaria... "

Insignia especial: experta en nudos... 

Nudos en la garganta, imposibles de deshacer. Nudos en el pelo, de las prolongadas horas en pocision horizontal. Nudos en la mente... continuamente encontrando la forma de volverse a formar... 

"Happiness is what you get when all your wishes come true... isn't it?" 

- The Ghost 

3,2,1...

....Still waiting...

"La pared se acerca a 70 km/h... 80... 100... el espidometro es solo una forma mas de cuantificar informacion totalmente innecesaria. Dejo de verlo...

De que me sirve saber a que velocidad chocare contra esa inesquibable barrera?  

Frenar????

Si... es una opcion... 

pero, escojo seguir acelerando...

tarde o temprano me revolcare en escombros, es solo cuestion de tiempo; 

para que posponerla?"

And the beat goes on... 

The blood-cooling never-stopping over-charged engine, against it's better judgement, does not want to give up... 

Give up....

...Give In...

"Un fuerte sonido acompaniado de un espectaculo de chatarra voladora produce el asombro de los expectadores, todos imaginarios..."

Once upon a Playground

Up... then down... 

The rusty scream of joint metals creates a bittersweet symphony...

The opposing weights on a see-saw mark the pattern followed... It's sky-high for a moment, and ground low the next.
Never knowing what will happen, I'm torn between pushing as hard as I can, and letting myself fall...

Holding in to the past, yet reaching out to the not-so-near future... Opposite mirror images emerge... with only one thing in common: Jetzt...

As the sun falls down, I know I am obliged to push up one last time, but the strength required has already left me...  I am done for... I am dead... and I will remain so, until sun morning comes once more.

Once upon Taciturnity

What ever is there left to say?

When words fall flat on the clouded floor, and epiphany is knocking at your Cellar Door...

What is there left to say?

Denial is a way of survival, acceptance twilights you into another zone. And the words not said, are the ones that hurt to the bone...


When it is better to say nothing than say everything at all...
...What ever is there left to say?

Letters stand next to each other...
...Laconic...
...Moronic...

Stares glace at each other...
...Harmful...
...Dreadful...

Obvious silent Truths face each other...
...Mascarating...
...Liberating...

And when everything has been said in the deafening scream of reticence...

What is there left to say?

Once upon a silence

. . . dot, dot, dot. . . 

...Words are strangers to me... enemies...

Aware of what has to be said, my fingers do not manage to type.

 Can I trust my printer, to carry the message through?

day in 

day out... 

16 days... and it's done...

whenever will certainty strike?

. . . dot, dot, dot. . .

The room remains in a deafening silence. The endless buzz of an overworked computer is entrancing. 

A cold drop of vanity runs through my back, freezing down to my bones. 

. . . dot, dot, dot. . .

...The words not said,  hold more power than those shout out loud...

Es gab ein mahl, Wissenschaft

Es gibt einige zeite, wann ich mich selbst frage, ob was ich denke, dass ich weiss, ich wirklich weiss. 

Und dann, ich bin sicher, dass ich nichts weiss... Und als S. gesagt hat, das ist alles was ich weiss...

... Manchmahl, ich frage mich selbst, ob ich blind bin... Ob was ich sehe wirklich dort ist... 

... Vielleicht, ich sehe nur was ich sehen will... Vielleicht woruber ich sicher war, existiert nicht...

... Manchmahl, ich frage mich selbst, ob ich taub bin... Ob etwas klingt, die ich nicht hoeren will...

... Vielleicht, was ich zu ignorieren versuche, ist was mir sichern koennte... Vielleicht, was ich hoere hat niemahls geklingt, sondern es ist nur in meinem Kopf...

...Manchmahl, ich frage mich selbst, ob ich verrukt bin...

... Aber ich weiss diese anwort schon...

Habia una vez, a daily pill...

Y si escojo to aknoledge the fact que mi hipotesis inicial was true???
Que nececito external help, quimicos magicos destined to lighten meine graue Tage???
Wo bu zhidao...

I want to Stop acting... get real...
Pero la unica forma de ser real, es atraves de algo falzo...
Ich bin verbirrt... Nem Ertem...

Cada dia que pasa, I get a little more confused... Weiss nicht mehr, genau was ich machen sollte...
wo yao he wo nanpengyou zhu zai Vienna, buguo wo bu zhidao ruguo wo ta ai...
Wo aile(guo) ta, buguo xianzai, wo meyou yisi...

Talvez la senial esperada sera lo que necesito, maybe I'm waiting on an impossible...
Vieleicht was ich machen soll, ist nicht was ich gedacht habe.
Hai Keyi, ta he wo bu yao yichi shi...Nem Tudom...

Jenda!

Buguo, wo juede, wo yao xiabian...
I want Out...

Once upon an Open Heart

"... Shattered I stand... I belong to no one, for I belong to everybody.
I have been divided and spread, given away like a worthless good... I am empty, I am dead...
I gave up long ago, any attempt of trying. I want nothing, desire everything... "

... No, I refuse to accept that. I did not give you away! I never made you public property... You were lent to a few fortunate people, but when they refused to pay, the good was taken away, once again... You have a rightful owner, who gave up everything for you. That is where you want to be, that is what you should want...

"If that be true, then why do I ache at the sound of foreign words?... Why do I struggle, when it comes to forgetting?... Why is my armor rusting, unable to shine once again?... I have several owners, and they never payed me any respect, you would not let them... "

...But will you deny, that there is a part part that is still outstandingly radiant? The one part that has been taken care of? In time, this one little piece will be the only thing remaining. Everything else, will remain if not forgotten, then hidden in the shadow, locked behind heavy doors...

"Don't dare think that is so simple, it requires a great deal of effort. It narrows the impossible"

... Narrows it, but it never touches it...
Don't lose hope, is the only thing we have left...