Rambling Through the Minds

Then I pressed play and all kinds of wonderful things just erupted from it. Sometimes it's all just hidden inside, waiting for that exact moment when noise stops and your little inner voice kicks in to tell you how much your imagination missed you. It's an amazing voice and with it you are never late, or cold, or hungry, 'cause it's all already there within the grasp of your fingers. Your mind's fingers, those curious and insatiable urges of wanting to learn everything now.

The rest is just there to be looked at, or played with, or something like that. Except music, I thought music was the best thing in the world, even the dreams' soundtracks. It just elevates you, stimulating your mind and your voice. You start to write of worlds of old and green, gods gone and lovers riding to the sunrise. And before you can tell, there's a book in your hands. And then another, and another. And you need a bigger bookcase to hold them all, and everyone is reading your books. The fruit of your mind, they are directly listening to your mind's voice. No one thinks of it that way, well maybe there's one amazing wizard that did, but the common people just reads and gets enthralled by the writers' voice. And I'm sure right now you are thinking "Wait... he IS talking in my mind. Some place between my ears that dude's voice is ringing and telling me all this."

Now you know it... the real question would be: it's your voice or mine?

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25th Anniversary

muchooooooooooooooooooooo tiempo sin escribir!

solo quería desearme un feliz cumpleaños, un cuarto de siglo! :D

luego postearé cosas, estoy escribiendo una(s) novela(s) sobre zombies, caballeros, magos y corporaciones

adieu!

Follow The White Rabbit

- As we march through this bright world, we understand one thing: time is relative.

With these words, the rabbit started talking. His white fur was a proud mantle of wisdom; his dark-red eyes seemed ageless. One quick glance at his watch and he mumbled something to himself, then he said:

- No one knows why time seems to travel only forwards, always heading forth into the future. Few of them know that actually, it has no direction. If you stop and think, and remember, you're travelling backwards. Different degrees of power are required to actually go to the past physically or just see images in your head. You might also get lost looking at a butterfly flying around or get struck in awe as you see a hurricane at sea. You're then living the present. Many people just think time is now, or then. But deep within yourself you know time is everything.

Then he just stood there staring at his paws for a few moments, making fists and extending his little furry fingers. His whiskers were sensing something as he moved his jaw whispering some unintelligible words. Another glance at the clock, and he said:

- Well, look how late it's getting... Now, what will keep you thinking is... if we can control time, how come you can be late for anything?

time is even more subtle and relative... with you.

Lights Will Guide Us Home

hoy, mis queridos lectores, vamos a probar un nuevo concepto literario: escribir medio ebrio.

pueden ustedes percatarse que mi vocabulario y mi ortografía (blogger tiene corrector pero nunca lo uso) sigue siendo de primera línea.


... cuando se dió vuelta la vió, radiante entre la multitud. estaba vestida con un vestido azul como el mar profundo, y su pelo era largo y negro. su sonrisa era como el sol de invierno, llenando su alma de un calor tímido pero constante. sintió un hormigueo en su interior, supuso que eso sentía la gente cuando se empezaba a enamorar. ella lo miró, con unos ojos llenos de amor y felicidad, como invitandolo a una vida tranquila pero trascendente. sintió como si toda su vida hubiera sido una preparación para ese momento. hacía mucho tiempo que no se sentía así, tan lleno de paz y esa sensación de que las piezas encajan perfectamente. todo parecía correcto, todo parecía estar pasando como debería estar pasando. esto lo asustaba un poco, era algo nuevo y trataba de no demostrarlo para no asustarla a ella también. pero en el fondo sabía que el destino los había puesto a cada uno en el camino del otro para ser plenamente felices, y por primera vez en su vida, supo con una certeza sencilla pero verdadera que todo iba a estar bien a su lado... y sonrió.

sometimes, the best times, it just happens

Zephyrus Goes South

Amigos y enemigos, me voy al sur. Parto mañana temprano para regresar al final del mes.

Llevo mi sonrisa como estandarte y el fuego en el corazón, nos veremos a la vuelta!

Ojalá que si! :)

Alpha and Omega

At the end, people show what they really are. Remember that.


Math and geography and politics are all as useful as a horn on a plane. Don't you mingle with their business, they were doomed from the very beginning.


I am there, wearing a plain white T, black denim jeans and no shoes. There are no tattoos on my body, no piercings and no augmentations. I'm almost the only human being without a mark on my body... except a few scars and my navel. The two heralds of the truth about this world: it has a start and an end... and it's bloody painful.

Apocalypse is happening right now, darling.

Of course no one expected it, it was foretold many many times. But man is not as clever as he thinks. The signs were obvious, the scripture was there at the reach of anyone faithful enough to predict the end was coming.

First came the plagues, swarming clouds of locusts with black eyes and red jaws. Biologists couldn't explain why it was happening nor could they protect people from the hunger those monsters had. The rivers turned so red you could've swore it was blood. Scientists concluded that it was caused by blood rain, that in time was caused by rain mixing with a scarlet dust composed of vegetable matter. But it wasn't like that. Nobody knew why, in time the seas were also red as blood. Animals began to die, the seas were all dead. As far as the eye could see, there were fishes, whales and all kinds of sea animals floating upside down. The reaper was busy, and enjoying our suffering. Drinkable water began to be rare, many people died from drinking that bloody red liquid. The chaos came and the suicide rate begin to grow fast, then the rain came. That damn red rain that made the forests crumble into dust. Things were harsh for the chosen ones. Just like the first of us at the beginning of things, we were hunted.

Then when things began to look terrible, the dead rose from the grave. Hungry, full of anger and vengeance. Most were too decomposed to walk or even move, but they were alive again. Making sounds or staring at you with glassy eyes. Many living died at their hands, only to come back and spread death around the globe. It was the extinction of the human race as we knew it. No more laws, no more police, not even the families survived. Fathers turned their sons in just to survive the dead and the plagues and all the suffering. I saw it with my own eyes, a mother dropping her baby as she ran for her life. It wasn't something terrible... that was the worst part of it. Everyone was trying to survive, you just did what you could to stay alive. Groups of people tried to survive the dead barricading themselves in fortified houses or little towns, but Death was inevitable.

The Sun went black as the night, darkness covered the earth. The skies were also dead, like an eternal eclipse filled with dark stormy clouds. Of course, it rained death. Nothing survived that.

Except us.

And then after all that suffering and destruction, life started again. It all went away as fast as it came.

And we saw a New World and a New Sun.

We were eternal, we were perfect.

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Merry Xmas !

Joyeux Noël, mes amis!

Inverse Reality, Inverse Tyger

ahí van, ahí van
ahí van, de nuevo.

mis sentimientos...

a veces para arriba, a veces para abajo

no dependen de nada
y penden de un hilo, delicado...

como tu mirada.