Friday, November 05, 2010


i used to be so free... how to get it back from inside my head?

como q cai en el juego y ya compre la idea... pero no la quiero... alguien quiere regresarme mi dinero?


Sunday, October 10, 2010

i find myself thinking of you, and how after all, you´re still here... and how this fact sucks so much.. i wish you weren´t, i wish we hadn´t... i wish i could turn back time, and wish i´d have back what i then thought was mine... there exists no control, there exists no turn back... there exists no yesteday either for i am chasing an illusion... have a great life, i just hope you´re ok. just hope that you´re happy and your life makes some sense. mine´s lost, and it´s not all ´cause a of you, i hope "temporality" is just taking longer to come true....

yesterday´s ramblings of a drunkard....... surprisingly well spelt wouldn´t you say so? Drunken stupor and all...

Saturday, October 25, 2008

inspiracion motivacional?

los forwards no me gustan... especialmente desde que mi mama descurbio el email y ahora me llena el correo con 4 o 5 forwards al dia de presentaciones motivacionales.....
porque no me manda cosas que en realidad sirvan?

credits a piloto por el grandioso correo


cuidado con lo que leas aqui, puede distorcionar tu idea de las cosas.... jajajja muchas cosas

Thursday, February 28, 2008

nothing to talk about today...

Monday, February 25, 2008

things you can tell just by looking at her...

There are so many things you could tell just by looking at her, but you won't. You won't look at her in the right way. You'll put your own words in her head. You'll let yourself imagine your thoughts are hers. You'll let yourself imagine that she is thinking exactly what you want her to think.
If not that, you'll imagine she couldn't possibly be thinking anything you wish she would be thinking.
All this because you do not believe. You do not believe in her. You do not believe in yourself.
This is why you cannot sleep at night. This is why you always have to have just one more drink before you go to bed. This is why you wake up restless and uncertain. This is why you always crawl back to her, trying to pretend you can tell all these things just by looking at her.
And you're not even looking at her.
You think you are, but you aren't.
You don't even know where to look. You might be looking at her, but you are looking past her. You are looking at something you imagine might be her, either driven by your desire and longing or your convictions that she could not possibly answer any of the questions you might ask her with the least bit of understanding and insight.
You will sacrifice to her. You will prostrate yourself at her feet and somehow imagine this will be what she wants of you. And you will disregard the tiny voice inside your head that tells you what she wants of you has nothing to do with what you want her to want of you.
It has to do with something you are unwilling to contemplate. Or, perhaps, you are incapable of contemplating it. You could know just by looking at her, but you won't. You will look past her again. You will look through her. For your purposes she doesn't even need to be there and you don't even know it.
For you, she knows everything and you know nothing.
For her, you know everything and she knows nothing.
You could tell this just by looking at her, but you won't. You will look past her again. You will look through her.
You don't even see her.
And you don't even know it.

--- de Everything2

Sunday, February 17, 2008

the waiting place

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!