May 2012
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Recurring Question
I have had this on for some time now.
The renunciation of a God.
When a God renounces to its people.
When it all ends.
When it gives up. What is left?
When God is tired of the lies and the false promises and of it all, what then?
Where does hope and faith fall into place?
When “it” is gone, what then?
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La Renunciacion
Tengo una pregunta, un pensamiento, recurrente. Que es de la gente, de las masas, cuando su Dios renuncia a su puesto? De que sera todo aquello por lo cual vivieron? En donde quedan las promesas y las bendiciones?
Si Dios renunciara a su gente, que seria de la gente?
Hacia donde se dirige la vida cuando no hay nada mas que el hoy y el ayer? Cuando la promesa de el despues se despide, en que...
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Seguin, Texas 140119
-I dreamdt this place and number about two days ago and its still in my head. I wonder what it is?
Fuck this
When self-pity matures into complacency.
When it becomes normal, everyday routine.
When the day goes by too fast.
When you find yourself unconscious.
Fuck this.
No more.
Today I stop it.
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There are no bad ideas.
They should make a cemetary for those ideas that people never went through with.
Just a huge place where all those ideas can go that never went further than thoughts.
When ideas die or when they are suppressed, we step back as people.
Ive got a million.
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Be Normal Not Dead?
What is it about a man?
What is it about pain?
What is it about being normal,
that hurts much more,
than being dead.
What is it about a torn man,
that attracts the flies?
Is it the smell of blood?
The putridness of fear?
Or is it simply curiosity?
That which leads us,
from cradle to grave.
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Up, Up and Away
Away we jump from the nest.
Some jump too soon,
fall
and break their neck.
Some jump too late,
and end up being afraid.
There isn’t a time.
No, there isn’t a definite time.
There never is,
but the now.
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Lost Eyes
The eyes are not here.
Nor are they there.
They are gone.
Simply gone.
Fired away.
As a tracer,
flying,
fired,
gone and away.
-Thoughts about a friend of mine.
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Pos'
Palabras mas, palabras menos. En fin.
Todo es lo mismo.
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Amazing Dream
Holy fuck! I had the most beautiful dream. The best dream of all.
It was so incredible.
I felt amazing.
I feel amazing.
Its funny how one can pick up these details, awake, that make dreams feel more realistic.
I hope dreams come true. PLEASE!
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Tra-Tra
It was Friday night and I had made my way to “the place”. I found a friend who told me that his girlfriend was out of the country and that it had been a long time since he had been out, so tonight would be a perfect night. It was raining like no other day. It was pouring and for short moments the dark sky lit up as if it were day again, in a sepia shade. I was nervous. I felt an...
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Atardecer ensangrentado.
Cielo manchado con tintes de sangre,
de el ayer.
Soy,
la tranquilidad que el mar ha olvidado,
en sus locas noches,
sin sueño.
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Ive got a ton of clothes and shoes that I will...
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Writing: It's starting to try and come back....
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Llueve, Virgen de la Cueva
Cuando llueve asi, ni ganas de dormir dan.
Es como para quedarse quieto entre sueño y realidad, simplemente viviendo.
Escuchar el viento. Las gotas. El agua. Los arboles. Sentir el viento. La lluvia. El frio. Mirar la obscuridad. Las gotas sobre todo nuestro mundo. Los relampagos que alumbran como si fuese dia.
Los recuerdos. La nostalgia. Las ideas. Los sentimientos. La vida.
Llueve...
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On the Road
I never thought ever, that I would not want to finish a book. Why? Why!?
This book showed me that I am not alone out here. That there is people out there like me. The same talks and view on life.
The emotions and feelings this book produced in me is incredible.
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My Thumb
Fuck.
I ran a mile in 6 minutes. With the help of heavy metal and thrash, of course.
Its amazing, how one can feel with just a song. The feeling of power that makes one bigger, faster and stronger.
Today I have been feeling a lot.
I was reading Part 4 of On the Road and “fuck!”. I could not stop feeling the rush and lunatic happiness. I swear, I wish I could find people that were as happy...
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I Want to Travel to Argentina.
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