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Rambling Through the Minds

2011-12-26T22:51:00.004-03:00

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?

25th Anniversary

2011-09-22T10:54:00.004-03:00

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

2011-03-26T12:49:00.008-03:00

- 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

2011-03-20T04:57:00.005-03:00

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

2011-01-15T21:48:00.002-03:00

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

2011-01-09T23:35:00.000-03:00

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.

Merry Xmas !

2010-12-25T22:27:00.001-03:00

Joyeux Noël, mes amis!

Inverse Reality, Inverse Tyger

2010-12-13T20:00:00.006-03:00

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.

Ode to the Turnip

2010-12-01T00:32:00.003-03:00

Caminando errante, su corazón en la mano
Con la mirada perdida, él solamente desea
Tener por siempre a esa ninfa a su lado.

Un pobre nabo, que de ella se ha enamorado
Y su hermosa doncella, tiernamente lo evade
Aunque con sus dulces besos lo ha hechizado.

Cuanto son cinco años para la eternidad del mundo?
Quien podrá separar lo que el destino ha juntado?

Con esos tímidos poemas, todo lo que el pretende
Es por siempre amarla, y hacerla feliz a su lado

Pobre nabo, camina perdidamente enamorado
Cuando podrá al fin tenerla entre sus brazos?
Y suspirando profundamente, verla dormir feliz a su lado.

:)

A New World

2010-11-14T13:46:00.004-03:00

Just a chair with me sitting on it.

Wearing blue jeans and a plain white T.

Writing and reading.

That's the life I've chosen for me, a simple yet intelectually rich life. No more technological gizmos distracting me from my north. No more people saying what I have to do or say or wear or think. No one can tell me if I should be doing this or that, no one can tell me if I should be seeing something I don't think it's good for me. My way of life is not defined by machines or opinions, it's just what I've chosen for me.

Just a chair with me sitting on it... smiling.

growing up is not just about getting older

Green Eyes

2010-10-29T14:57:00.008-03:00

Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know

That green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind

'Cause I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

Paloma
Pamela
Pandora
Pancracia
Paola
Pascuala
Paula
Paulina
Paz
Penélope
Peregrina
Perla
Perpetua
Persefone
Petrona
Petunia
Pía
Piedad
Pilar
Primavera
Prímula
Priscila

SMILE :)

lights will guide you home... and ignite your bones.
and I will try to fix you...

Twenty Four Seven

2010-09-22T21:41:00.005-03:00

(parody of this )

y si, otro cumpleaños mas... este no fue tan esperado, pero llegó nomás!
mucho alcohol en sangre, como siempre jaja

los deseos de cumpleaños SI se cumplen! :D

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Querido Diario

2010-09-08T22:50:00.007-03:00

Como no veo a nadie interesante online y, dado mi forma de expresarme los sms se me hacen muy cortos, le voy a contar a mi blog lo groso que fue mi día de hoy.

Soñé cosas copantes, lo anoté en algún papelito perdido que el tiempo me devolverá algún día. Me desperté a las 7:30 como todos los días, con "Stairway to Heaven" sonandome en la cabeza. Siempre que despierto es como si apagaran la radio cuando abro los ojos, pero igual te queda en los oídos las últimas notas de la canción que sonaba y no te abandona en todo el día. En mi trance onírico puse el despertador para las 7:50... como siempre. A esa hora, luego de la oración mañanera, me dirigí al baño, me duché y me lavé los dientes abajo de la ducha.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving...

Me tomé un super té con leche con terrones de azúcar. Y mientras planchaba mi camisa bailaba "Banana Boat" de Harry Belafonte. Armé el bolso, recordando poner las antiparras y salí para el trabajo. Siempre me causó curiosidad la palabra "antiparras"... el nombre viene porque antiguamente cuando nadaban tenían que protegerse de las vides?¿

Por la calle vi muchos golden retrievers caminando contentos paseando a sus gentes y había un lindo solcito que me evitó el usar medias de ski, sweaters y bufandas. Me re copa el frío pero ya fue, man. Que venga el verano yaaaa!

En la oficina tuve un lindo día. Super a full, en mas de un momento estuve haciendo 3 cosas a la vez. Por suerte no salió nada mal ni tiré Fanta sobre todas las facturas y el teclado y el teléfono como siempre. Muchos favores y buenas acciones, fue re tranqui.

Tipo 16:40 me fui a cursar, fui caminando porque estaba lindo afuera y no tenía cambio para un taxi. Llegué a la facu, esquivando a toda la masa de gente rara que ofrece papeles de Dios sabe que cursos u horarios o partidos "póliticos" y me puse a leer algo en esos bancos negros de iglesia que hay en el aula. Lo cual siempre me causa curiosidad porque lo último en lo que uno pensaría en la UBA es en una iglesia. Por eso cuando estoy aburrido y me rezo un rosario pienso... seré el primero que reza en esta aula? Y me pone triste que no haya una cruz sobre el pizarrón... La clase de hoy de Matemática para Economistas fue super copante, como siempre. Era práctica y el tipo es bastante piola. Es el ayudante, porque el profesor es un muerto viviente que se cuelga mirando el infinito cada dos por tres. Que es seis, y no es un número que digas "uh, que seguido que pasa!" pero así es la frase, no la inventé yo.

Terminó temprano y me fui super rápido para el club. En el camino vi el edificio ese extraño que parece como rococó (que siempre me hace acordar a las galletitas de caja que comprabamos en Echeverría). El edificio creo que es de Aguas Argentinas o Aysa o lo que sea, es muy misterioso. Llegué a CUBA, me puse el traje de baño, y nadéeee... Nadé y nadé, pensando, meditando, tanto que no se cuanto nadé. Mi idea era hacer 30 largos, porque el 3 es mi número de la suerte y hoy es miércoles, que es una palabra esdrújula. Y "esdrújula" también es una palabra esdrújula, lo cual siempre me hace pensar en ciclos infinitos y fractales.

Después de un laaaargo rato, como me dolían las piernas y me empezó a dar un calambre en la planta del pie, me fui para el vestuario. Me puse bajo la SUPER ducha que hay ahí, con agua super caliente. Es como una ducha para elefantes masomenos, es genial. Me sequé y me puse mi ropa de nuevo. Salí y pensé en tomarme un bondi, pero donde estaría la gracia en eso? Así que fui caminando por Santa Fé y, como era de esperarse, terminé revolviendo estanterías en el Ateneo. Ese que era como un teatro pero lo hicieron librería.

Revolviendo todo encontré EL NUEVO LIBRO DE JOHN IRVING ! "Last Night in Twisted River" !! :O Que es genial seguro, pero todavía no sé porque no lo empecé. Y también me compré uno de Faulkner con miles de cuentos de él y uno de Anne Rice que NO es de vampiros porno, es de un asesino que se convierte y se vuelve bueno gracias a un Serafín y algo loco pasa. Veremos.

Llegué acá a casa todo contento y comí: unas Club Social, yogurt con salsa de frutos rojos, helado de crema americana con salsa de frutos rojos y un cacho de queso Fynbo (no, no le puse salsa de frutos rojos al queso... pero me tentó) Ahora veré que me hago de comer igual, pero sentí que fue un día re carpe diem, like the ol' times n.n

Y sigo sin noticias tuyas, lo cual... no me importa nada :D

The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll...

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None but Ourselves can free Our Minds

2010-09-05T01:26:00.004-03:00

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.

:)

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The Sage & The Clown

2010-08-26T22:08:00.004-03:00

- And what about dreams? - asked the clown. His face ghostly white, he looked a little depressed and shaken. His crimson nose was broke, blood streaming from a deep cut. Still he stood on his feet and followed me.

- Dreams... I used to dream once, you know. When there was still laughter echoing behind every corner of this used up Earth. Dreams are the most powerful weapon we have, Ivor. They don't falter, they don't burn up. You can always remember them, if you know how to stretch your mind... I believe dreams are the fuel of humanity, giving them an eternal hope but also their deepest fears. Few notice the power behind dreams... so few, luckily we do. And that's how we survived the Blazing Day. Still I don't understand why... Mankind is capable of such good, but also of terrible things... They tried to evade death and pain, to creat life and rejoice in it. You can make a machine hum and talk, but only God can make a tree. - I said to him, looking around the vast desert of dust and ashes we were walking through.

- But how can you... I mean, how can you still remember a tree? I haven's seen one in... I don't know, feels like a thousand years since I touched a green leaf with my bare hands. Or tasted clear water, or a fresh strawberry-

- That's the magic of it. You can always dream about it. As you're now remembering that leaf, dreams are made of that memories... and a little more. You can create your own world and gain power from a dream. You can control an empire as vast as you wish, kill monsters even scarier than those wretched Ulurki, you can fly as high as you want and eat as much as you can.-

- But it's only a dream... you wake up and everything's gone. - He said. And I felt so sorry about him, he looked so beaten and broke. Like a mighty statue of old, revealing its cracks after years of being exposed to a searing sun.

- Poor Ivor... It's really not that hard to see. You really think this desert is made of sand? That all that dust is there just because? I brought you here, so you could learn, Ivor. And yet, you haven't spoken a single word about dreams in centuries. Now, look at my eyes and tell what colour they are.

- I don't... I don't understand... They are... I... Is this... a dream? -

And then I smiled. After centuries of dispair and death, I smiled and nodded. It was such a relief to stop fighting against the Vezir's mind alone. I was tired and old, not my real self but this... image, that was already fading. I sent Ivor to rest, to gain strength and dream about our real lives.

Knowing that you're dreaming is the first step to wake up from a nightmare.

The second step is to never give up... and fight.

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And Then I Saw Her Face

2010-08-14T22:26:00.002-03:00

I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried

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God's Gonna Cut 'em Down

2010-08-03T09:40:00.008-03:00

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down.

Only God can make a tree.

Staring at Dreams

2010-07-28T17:00:00.004-03:00

Se despertó de un extraño Sueño.
Y así vió, una Tierra Nueva y un Cielo Nuevo.

No era lo mismo, Nada era igual.

Podía sentirlo en el Viento, en el Agua, en la Arena y en cada Ser Viviente.
Todo era Diferente.

Se despertó de un Gran Sueño.
Y aún sin saberlo, ese sueño cambiaría su vida para siempre.

Durante esos breves minutos en que uno aún recuerda los sueños, no había ninguna pregunta en este mundo que él no pudiera responder.

Se quedó sentado, con el pelo revuelto por la almohada, las sábanas y frazadas medio tapandolo medio no, mirando su pie izquierdo. Movía el dedo gordo y sonreía viendo el movimiento.

Cualquier persona normal lo hubiera visto y hubiese creído que se trataba de un loco o un borracho.

Porque no verían lo que él Veía...

Los seres humanos son como una Linterna. Irradian una Luz increíble, siempre apuntan hacia adelante en el tiempo, y por eso mismo, van perdiendo potencia a medida que pasan los años. Pero originalmente están hechos para mucho mas. Imagina una Linterna no contenida por un Cuerpo, no un mero haz de Luz proyectado sino una explosión de Luces en todo el espectro de Colores. No posee una Batería Mortal, sino que es Eterna e increiblemente Radiante.

Eso es lo que eramos alguna vez.

Y eso es lo que pudo Ver.

El Pasado y el Futuro de la Humanidad.

07/04/2010

Fragile Things

2010-06-17T13:46:00.004-03:00

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas -abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken- and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts. Every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.

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Goodbye, And Thanks for all The Fish

2010-05-03T22:52:00.001-03:00

HI, I DON'T CARE.
GET LOST.

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Eyes In The Storm

2010-04-05T16:55:00.009-03:00

If I could start again

a million miles away
I would find myself
I would find a way

Así que fui... medio convencido, medio coaccionado.
Fui con la esperanza de encontrar algo.

Y me encontré a mi mismo.

Tantas horas haciendo hojas de cálculo, reportes, sumatorias, bases de datos, etc. Quien hubiera pensado que me salvarían la vida? Esas palabras humildes y sencillas, dichas como al pasar, dieron mas fruto que miles de discursos del mas elocuente de los políticos. Simples, sencillas, verdaderas.

No sólo encontré un espejo, encontré el reflejo de mi realidad. Mi supuesta realidad. Y no me gustó. No me gustó contentarme con algo que no me es pleno en mi corazón, algo que no fomenta lo que nace de mí. Quise cambiarlo, quise destruir todo y empezar de nuevo. Renacer como hombre nuevo. A él le tomó 12 años, a mi casi 24. El doble y no soy ni la mitad de él. Pero en un sentido somos iguales, aunque sea. O quizás en dos.

Sé que va a ser dificil, pero nada es imposible.
Como dijo un sabio, todo es posible para aquel que tiene fe.

Así que aquí estoy, con las manos y el corazón dispuesto a cambiar. A cortar todas esas malezas que se extendieron por mi jardín, a arreglar esas maderas desvencijadas y pintar todo lo que el tiempo y la negligencia fueron corroyendo. Toma tiempo, mucha paciencia y humildad, pero se puede.

Así que volví a mi casa. Volví acompañado por esa impactante mirada, por ese fuego, por esa cálida bienvenida. Por tus ojos y tu sonrisa. Por todo eso. Fui con las manos vacías, y volví con el corazón repleto. Que sea dificil encontrarte me hace buscarte con mucha mas energía. Sé que algún día recuperaré lo que perdí, que algún día estaré ahí, en la cima de mi propio trono... y quizás estés vos ahí también. Eso espero y en eso pienso, con cierta esperanza surreal y con una gran sonrisa.

Y así volví a casa... sonriendo y muy feliz.

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Dearest Forsaken

2010-03-30T10:04:00.008-03:00

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound
But in a language you can't read just yet

I will possess your heart.

You know, I always thought love was a simple thing.
One simple problem was obvious, and we all know it.
Under normal circumstances, meeting someone is easy, and
right from the start you might feel something for that person.
Except that you don't love them, at least not right away.

To love someone we need time, and you must risk a lot in the process.
Hell, I think I lost it all by now...
Everyone has, actually.

On the bright side, I think I have learned a lot this past months and
not to sound boring, but knowledge is the best thing to have 'cause
every time you love, you learn. About yourself and about your true love.

Finding that special one, that unique soul, that's the problem.
Over the course of our lives, we think "that's it, she's the one", just to find that
right from the beginning we knew she wasn't.

Me? I know I found her. Some months ago, on a bookstore. We were
exhausted from that eternal and endless search. And so we found each other.

And then came trouble, as it always does. I made a mistake, and
now she's gone. Tragic, right? The worst part is feeling that all those
depressive songs seem so right, like someone wrote them thinking about me.

I'm not depressed, though. I know she's out there, at least I know that
my soul mate exists and some day we'll be together... again.

There's always a dreadful fear of the future, so present in everyone's
heart. We feel sick when we can't control a situation, a terrible panic
engulfs us, stunning us and preventing us from act.

Of course the future is uncertain, that's the fun of it.
Nobody knows what the tide might bring us tomorrow, some days we find
emeralds and diamonds, some days just driftwood. But we keep looking.

Finding is a consequence of looking. You have to keep looking
over and over again, don't let a trip be a fall. Just keep walking...
Right when you start to forget you were looking, you'll find her.

Yeah, I know you read it. Maybe you still remember the way I tend to
ofuscate the real message in a story. My dearest forsaken, remember
us... Remember what we had, and what we could've had. I'll always will.

I know you are the one for me, and I'm the one for you. We both know it.

Debate Exposes Doubt

2010-03-17T11:07:00.009-03:00

je croyais que tu étais mon horizon,
mais j'ai compris qu'il est inutile de raisonner avec des rêves ...

parce qu'ils n'écoutent pas.

The workadays were propping the bar
Quietly erasing the week
And I was in a corner booth thinking
(Pretending to read)
About the impossibility of one to love unconditionally
And the words that we drive into the ground
Their repetition starts to thin their meaning

Then everything got frighteningly still
As they entered and intersected the floor
And I tried to choke my stare
At the perfection that others would kill for
But all of the parts are the same on every face
(Few variables change)
The differences pale when compared
To the similarity they share

Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all
But every night ends the same
As I'm collapsing once more by your side
Finally there is clarity: this tiny life is making sense
And every drop numbs the both of us
But I alone am staggering...

Me contaste una historia con los ojos
La ausencia de palabras me llevó muy lejos
Te cortaste el pelo y solo yo me di cuenta
Hago esta observación para que veas con qué ojos te miro
No necesito tenerte lejos para extrañarte
Ni necesito escuchar tu voz para saber qué estás diciendo
Lindos recuerdos...

que bueno un post en 3 idiomas :D

HEY, YOU!

2010-03-09T19:51:00.003-03:00

CLICK ME

ANY QUESTIONS, BLOODY TWAT?

NOW'S WHEN YOU FUCK OFF, YA GOBSHITE FUCKING WANKER!

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What If... ?

2010-02-06T21:16:00.011-03:00

What if... ?

Those are very powerful words, my friend. Powerful, but useless words. You can spend a lifetime thinking about all the other lifetimes you could have had. You can picture all those decisions you made along your life, and imagine all the perfect outcomes. You can play with the infinite alternative timelines, changing the no’s for yes, the cries for laughs, all the sorrow for joy.

But it wouldn't be real. Real life, such as it is, has as much golden shiny days as rainy-stormy-and-crappy days. It's a balance that surrounds us, helps us and protects us.

Yes, you think of that cute little blonde girl you never saw again, I know. You see her pictures, her smile, her blue eyes, her golden hair waving as the breeze of the sea makes her smile... and you think to yourself "what if I had fight for her just a little more? Instead of just carelessly losing her to the oblivion of passing years... Would we be together now? Happy, married, a house full of blonde and perfect children?"

The answer is: No.

As much as I believe in a free-will-empowered humanity, owner of its destiny and future, I must say I'm tempted to believe in fate. Sometimes life leaves me no choice but to believe in it. Carefully weaving our days and our futures, like a loving mother taking care of the future of her offspring as they sleep ignoring all the dangers she saved them from.

What I want to say is that even though I like to feel in control of my actions and their reactions, there's a big part that I can't control. And I can't because it's already written. Who's the author and where it's written I have no idea. And why would you care?

Seeing the world this way saves you so many troubles, my friend. So what about that cute girl you took for just a coffee, a walk by the beach holding hands and you never saw again? Well, that was it. You were meant to have her just that afternoon, so treasure that moment. But move on. She moved on, why can't you? Someone wise once told me that life's just one. History is just one. There aren't many stories to be told about your life, neither various lives for you to live... there's only one. Don't mortify yourself trying to think what you should've done, because what you did it's exactly what you should've done. As simple as that.

Remember that happiness is not a destination. It's more like a road; you must enjoy each and every step you take through it.

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Pastor Of Muppets

2010-01-22T18:45:00.008-03:00

Do I really look like a man with a plan, Harvey?

I don't have a plan.

The mob has plans, the cops have plans. You know what I am, Harvey? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught one. I just DO things. I'm a wrench in the gears.

I HATE plans. Yours, theirs, everyone's. Maroni has plans, Gordon has plans. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I am not a schemer. I show schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.

... so when I say that what happened to you and your girlfriend wasn't personal, you know I'M telling the truth.

*Gives Dent Gun*

It's a schemer who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do best - I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets.

Nobody panics when the expected people got killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds!!

Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.

I AM AN AGENT OF CHAOS.

And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey...

It's fair.

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The Sound of Her Wings

2010-01-19T01:09:00.005-03:00

I'm immortal.

I never died.

I just decided not to. When faced with the option, at the unexpected age of twenty five, I just decided I didn't want to go. I refused to leave this world without seeing it all, without helping mankind, I just said no. And ages later, I'm still twenty five. Immortality, as everyone seeks it, is an option. As easy as that.

I'm still here, working, eating, sleeping... Not aging, it feels I'm since ever. I don't remember when I decided to stay, there were still swords around I think, but also bullets. It doesn't matter really... Funny thing we measure ages by their instruments of war, by their tools of destruction.

I still remember Death's face though. It isn't something you can describe, 'cause you don't actually see it. You kinda feel it, in every fiber of your body... and your soul. She was puzzled when I told her I didn't want to die. I think she felt a little curious about it and left me live forever, who knows. What I do know, is that it hurts. And it scares the hell out of you, even if you don't go, like me. Sometimes I envy those lucky bastards who go through the gates of this world onto the other without feeling anything, dying in their sleep. But then I realize I do it every night. You too, you know. Dreaming is even more terrifying than dying, you're naked in a land where no one is the king and nothing follows, just chaos and delirium. Good thing the morning after you don't remember shit about dreams. It must be very strange to be dreaming and suddenly die... Would you see it coming in the dream? Or does the screen just turns black and you're in the next world?

I bet you anyhow hear the sound of her wings, and feel Death's grasp as she takes your hand. And with a bright smile across her whatever-resembles-a-face taking you where you've chose to be.

I just chose to be here.

And here I am.

To Write Love On Her Arms

2009-10-19T22:45:00.004-03:00

Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.

I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
Oh, let's go back to the start.

Runnin' in circles,
Comin' up tails,
Heads on a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing,
At numbers and figures,
Pulling your puzzles apart.

Questions of science,
Science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart.

Tell me you love me,
Come back and haunt me,
Oh, and I'll rush to the start.

Runnin' in circles,
Chasin' up tails,
Comin' back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy,
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm goin' back to the start.

Desperately Seeking Something

2009-09-25T21:25:00.009-03:00

quiero tomar sprite
quiero q sea verano
quiero estar al sol, despertarme temprano
quiero andar en ojotas
quiero no tener q hacer nada
quiero viajar
quiero hacerme un tatuaje
quiero saliiirr
quiero ser espontáneo
quiero recibirme
quiero aprender idiomas
quiero conocer gente
quiero disfrutar más mis días
quiero salir a correr a la mañana
quiero tener un golden
quiero estar en forma de nuevo
quiero estar con vos
quiero leer mas
quiero mas tiempo.

I tell myself it's not the fall,
falling doesn't hurt... it's when you stop.

So... don't stop.

The Number 23

2009-09-22T14:24:00.006-03:00

CHORONZON: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.

MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.

CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.

MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.

CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, poison-toothed.

MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed.

CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher, bacterium, warm-life destroying.

MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.

CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.

MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.

CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?

MORPHEUS: I am hope.

unrelated:

Happy 23 to me :)

End Of The Line

2009-09-12T12:12:00.001-03:00

stop smoking.
start living.

monkey says DO IT.

One and the Same

2009-07-15T11:51:00.008-03:00

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

The Will Is Everything

2009-07-04T13:32:00.005-03:00

se puede ser TAN groso?
barba, traje, espada, nieve, mirada asesina, quiero ser como él! :D

All the king's horses and all the king's men
and all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come and everything under the sun

Hope Overture

2009-06-17T12:46:00.008-03:00

resultado de un test bastante preciso sobre mi:

INTJ: Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging

"The Scientist"

As an INTJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you take things in primarily via your intuition. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things rationally and logically.

INTJs live in the world of ideas and strategic planning. They value intelligence, knowledge, and competence, and typically have high standards in these regards, which they continuously strive to fulfill. To a somewhat lesser extent, they have similar expectations of others.

With Introverted Intuition dominating their personality, INTJs focus their energy on observing the world, and generating ideas and possibilities. Their mind constantly gathers information and makes associations about it. They are tremendously insightful and usually are very quick to understand new ideas. However, their primary interest is not understanding a concept, but rather applying that concept in a useful way. Unlike the INTP, they do not follow an idea as far as they possibly can, seeking only to understand it fully. INTJs are driven to come to conclusions about ideas. Their need for closure and organization usually requires that they take some action.

INTJ's tremendous value and need for systems and organization, combined with their natural insightfulness, makes them excellent scientists. An INTJ scientist gives a gift to society by putting their ideas into a useful form for others to follow. It is not easy for the INTJ to express their internal images, insights, and abstractions. The internal form of the INTJ's thoughts and concepts is highly individualized, and is not readily translatable into a form that others will understand. However, the INTJ is driven to translate their ideas into a plan or system that is usually readily explainable, rather than to do a direct translation of their thoughts. They usually don't see the value of a direct transaction, and will also have difficulty expressing their ideas, which are non-linear. However, their extreme respect of knowledge and intelligence will motivate them to explain themselves to another person who they feel is deserving of the effort.

INTJs are natural leaders, although they usually choose to remain in the background until they see a real need to take over the lead. When they are in leadership roles, they are quite effective, because they are able to objectively see the reality of a situation, and are adaptable enough to change things which aren't working well. They are the supreme strategists - always scanning available ideas and concepts and weighing them against their current strategy, to plan for every conceivable contingency.

INTJs spend a lot of time inside their own minds, and may have little interest in the other people's thoughts or feelings. Unless their Feeling side is developed, they may have problems giving other people the level of intimacy that is needed. Unless their Sensing side is developed, they may have a tendency to ignore details which are necessary for implementing their ideas.

The INTJ's interest in dealing with the world is to make decisions, express judgments, and put everything that they encounter into an understandable and rational system. Consequently, they are quick to express judgments. Often they have very evolved intuitions, and are convinced that they are right about things. Unless they complement their intuitive understanding with a well-developed ability to express their insights, they may find themselves frequently misunderstood. In these cases, INTJs tend to blame misunderstandings on the limitations of the other party, rather than on their own difficulty in expressing themselves. This tendency may cause the INTJ to dismiss others input too quickly, and to become generally arrogant and elitist.

INTJs are ambitious, self-confident, deliberate, long-range thinkers. Many INTJs end up in engineering or scientific pursuits, although some find enough challenge within the business world in areas which involve organizing and strategic planning. They dislike messiness and inefficiency, and anything that is muddled or unclear. They value clarity and efficiency, and will put enormous amounts of energy and time into consolidating their insights into structured patterns.

Other people may have a difficult time understanding an INTJ. They may see them as aloof and reserved. Indeed, the INTJ is not overly demonstrative of their affections, and is likely to not give as much praise or positive support as others may need or desire. That doesn't mean that he or she doesn't truly have affection or regard for others, they simply do not typically feel the need to express it. Others may falsely perceive the INTJ as being rigid and set in their ways. Nothing could be further from the truth, because the INTJ is committed to always finding the objective best strategy to implement their ideas. The INTJ is usually quite open to hearing an alternative way of doing something.

When under a great deal of stress, the INTJ may become obsessed with mindless repetitive, Sensate activities, such as over-drinking. They may also tend to become absorbed with minutia and details that they would not normally consider important to their overall goal.

INTJs need to remember to express themselves sufficiently, so as to avoid difficulties with people misunderstandings. In the absence of properly developing their communication abilities, they may become abrupt and short with people, and isolationists.

INTJs have a tremendous amount of ability to accomplish great things. They have insight into the Big Picture, and are driven to synthesize their concepts into solid plans of action. Their reasoning skills gives them the means to accomplish that. INTJs are most always highly competent people, and will not have a problem meeting their career or education goals. They have the capability to make great strides in these arenas. On a personal level, the INTJ who practices tolerances and puts effort into effectively communicating their insights to others has everything in his or her power to lead a rich and rewarding life.

Jungian functional preference ordering:

Dominant: Introverted Intuition

Auxilliary: Extraverted Thinking

Tertiary: Introverted Feeling

Inferior: Extraverted Sensing

Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging

by Marina Margaret Heiss

To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know.

INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.

INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; INTJs have also been known to take it upon themselves to implement critical decisions without consulting their supervisors or co-workers. On the other hand, they do tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice.

In the broadest terms, what INTJs "do" tends to be what they "know". Typical INTJ career choices are in the sciences and engineering, but they can be found wherever a combination of intellect and incisiveness are required (e.g., law, some areas of academia). INTJs can rise to management positions when they are willing to invest time in marketing their abilities as well as enhancing them, and (whether for the sake of ambition or the desire for privacy) many also find it useful to learn to simulate some degree of surface conformism in order to mask their inherent unconventionality.

Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.

This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.

Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.

Functional Analysis

by Joe Butt

Introverted iNtuition

INTJs are idea people. Anything is possible; everything is negotiable. Whatever the outer circumstances, INTJs are ever perceiving inner pattern-forms and using real-world materials to operationalize them. Others may see what is and wonder why; INTJs see what might be and say "Why not?!" Paradoxes, antinomies, and other contradictory phenomena aptly express these intuitors' amusement at those whom they feel may be taking a particular view of reality too seriously. INTJs enjoy developing unique solutions to complex problems.

Extraverted Thinking

Thinking in this auxiliary role is a workhorse. Closure is the payoff for efforts expended. Evaluation begs diagnosis; product drives process. As they come to light, Thinking tends, protects, affirms and directs iNtuition's offspring, fully equipping them for fulfilling and useful lives. A faithful pedagogue, Thinking argues not so much on its own behalf, but in defense of its charges. And through this process these impressionable ideas take on the likeness of their master.

Introverted Feeling

Feeling has a modest inner room, two doors down from the Most Imminent iNtuition. It doesn't get out much, but lends its influence on behalf of causes which are Good and Worthy and Humane. We may catch a glimpse of it in the unspoken attitude of good will, or the gracious smile or nod. Some question the existence of Feeling in this type, yet its unseen balance to Thinking is a cardinal dimension in the full measure of the INTJ's soul.

Extraverted Sensing

Sensing serves with a good will, or not at all. As other inferior functions, it has only a rudimentary awareness of context, amount or degree. Thus INTJs sweat the details or, at times, omit them. "I've made up my mind, don't confuse me with the facts" could well have been said by an INTJ on a mission. Sensing's extraverted attitude is evident in this type's bent to savor sensations rather than to merely categorize them. Indiscretions of indulgence are likely an expression of the unconscious vengeance of the inferior.

Famous INTJs

Dan Aykroyd (The Blues Brothers)
Susan B. Anthony
Arthur Ashe, tennis champion
Augustus Caesar (Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus)
Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)
William J. Bennett, "drug czar"
William F. Buckley, Jr.
Raymond Burr (Perry Mason, Ironsides)
Chevy Chase (Cornelius Crane) (Fletch)
Phil Donahue
Michael Dukakis, governor of Mass., 1988 U.S. Dem. pres. candidate
Greg Gumbel, television sportscaster
Hannibal, Carthaginian military leader
Veronica Hamel (Hill Street Blues)
Angela Lansbury (Murder, She Wrote)
Orel Leonard Hershiser, IV
Peter Jennings
Charles Everett Koop
Ivan Lendl
C. S. Lewis (The Chronicles of Narnia)
Joan Lunden
Edwin Moses, U.S. olympian (hurdles)
Martina Navratilova
Charles Rangel, U. S. Representative, D-N.Y.
Pernell Roberts (Bonanza)
Arnold Schwarzenegger, Governor of California
Josephine Tey (Elizabeth Mackintosh), mystery writer (Brat Farrar)
Rudy Giuliani, former New York City mayor
Donald Rumsfeld, US Secretary of Defense
General Colin Powell, US Secretary of State
Lance Armstrong
Richard Gere (Pretty Woman)
Katie Couric

U.S. Presidents

Chester A. Arthur
Calvin Coolidge
Thomas Jefferson
John F. Kennedy
James K. Polk
Woodrow Wilson

Fictional

Cassius (Julius Caesar)
Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)
Gandalf the Grey (J. R. R. Tolkein's Middle Earth books)
Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs)
Professor Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes' nemesis
Ensign Ro (Star Trek--the Next Generation)
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (Hamlet)
George Smiley, John le Carre's master spy
Clarice Starling (Silence of the Lambs)

Careers for INTJ Personality Types

Whether you're a young adult trying to find your place in the world, or a not-so-young adult trying to find out if you're moving along the right path, it's important to understand yourself and the personality traits which will impact your likeliness to succeed or fail at various careers. It's equally important to understand what is really important to you. When armed with an understanding of your strengths and weaknesses, and an awareness of what you truly value, you are in an excellent position to pick a career which you will find rewarding.

INTJs generally have the following traits:

* Able to absorb extremely complex theoretical and complex material
* Driven to create order and structure from theoretical abstractions
* Supreme strategists
* Future-oriented
* See the global, "big picture"
* Strong insights and intuitions, which they trust implicitly
* Value their own opinions over others
* Love difficult theoretical challenges
* Bored when dealing with mundane routine
* Value knowledge and efficiency
* Have no patience with inefficiency and confusion
* Have very high standards for performance, which they apply to themselves most strongly
* Reserved and detached from others
* Calm, collected and analytical
* Extremely logical and rational
* Original and independent
* Natural leaders, but will follow those they can fully support
* Creative, ingenious, innovative, and resourceful
* Work best alone, and prefer to work alone

More so than any other personality type, INTJs are brilliant when it comes to grasping complex theories and applying them to problems to come up with long-term strategies. Since this type of "strategizing" is the central focus and drive of the INTJ, there is a happy match between desire and ability in this type. Accordingly, the INTJ is happiest and most effective in careers which allow this type of processing, and which promote an environment in which the INTJ is given a lot of autonomy over their daily lives.

The following list of professions is built on our impressions of careers which would be especially suitable for an INTJ. It is meant to be a starting place, rather than an exhaustive list. There are no guarantees that any or all of the careers listed here would be appropriate for you, or that your best career match is among those listed.

Possible Career Paths for the INTJ:

* Scientists
* Engineers
* Professors and Teachers
* Medical Doctors / Dentists
* Corporate Strategists and Organization Builders
* Business Administrators / Managers
* Military Leaders
* Lawyers / Attorneys
* Judges
* Computer Programmers, Systems Analysts and Computer Specialists

INTJ Relationships

INTJs believe in constant growth in relationships, and strive for independence for themselves and their mates. They are constantly embarking on "fix-up" projects to improve the overall quality of their lives and relationships. They take their commitments seriously, but are open to redefining their vows, if they see something which may prove to be an improvement over the existing understanding. INTJs are not likely to be "touchy-feely" and overly affirming with their mates or children, and may at times be somewhat insensitive to their emotional needs. However, INTJs are in general extremely capable and intelligent individuals who strive to always be their best, and be moving in a positive direction. If they apply these basic goals to their personal relationships, they likely to enjoy happy and healthy interaction with their families and friends.

INTJ Strengths

* Not threatened by conflict or criticism
* Usually self-confident
* Take their relationships and commitments seriously
* Generally extremely intelligent and capable
* Able to leave a relationship which should be ended, although they may dwell on it in their minds for awhile afterwards
* Interested in "optimizing" their relationships
* Good listeners

INTJ Weaknesses

* Not naturally in tune with others feelings; may be insensitive at times
* May tend to respond to conflict with logic and reason, rather than the desired emotional support
* Not naturally good at expressing feelings and affections
* Tendency to believe that they're always right
* Tendency to be unwilling or unable to accept blame
* Their constant quest to improve everything may be taxing on relationships
* Tend to hold back part of themselves

INTJs as Lovers

"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before." -- Rollo May

INTJs live much of their lives inside their own heads. They constantly scan their environment for new ideas and theories which they can turn into plans and structures. Sometimes, what they see and understand intuitively within themselves is more pure and "perfect" than the reality of a close personal relationship. INTJs may have a problem reconciling their reality with their fantasy.

INTJs are not naturally in tune with their own feelings, or with what other people are feeling. They also have a tendency to believe that they are always right. While their self-confidence and esteem is attractive, their lack of sensitivity to others can be a problem if it causes them to inadvertantly hurt their partner's feelings. If this is a problem for an INTJ, they should remember to sometimes let their mate be the one who is right, and to try to be aware of the emotional effect that your words have upon them. In conflict situations, INTJs need to remember to be supportive to their mate's emotional needs, rather than treating the conflict as if it is an interesting idea to analyze.

Sexually, the INTJ enjoys thinking about intimacy, and about ways to perfect it. In positive relationships, their creativity and intensity shine through in this arena. In more negative relationships, they might enjoy thinking about sex more than actually doing it. They're likely to approach intimacy from a theoretical, creative perspective, rather than as an opportunity to express love and affection. Although, the INTJ who has learned the importance of these kinds of expressions to the health of their relationship is likely to be more verbally affectionate.

INTJs are able to leave relationships when they're over, and get on with their lives. They believe that this is the right thing to do. They may have more difficulty accomplishing the task than they like to exhibit to other people.

INTJs are highly intense, intelligent people who bring a lot of depth and insight into most major areas of their life. In terms of relationships, their greatest potential pitfall is the tendency to think about things rather than doing them, and their difficulty reconciling reality with their inner visions. INTJs are likely to be in positive, healthy relationships, because they're likely to leave relationships which aren't working for them (unless other circumstances prohibit that).

Although two well-developed individuals of any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, the INTJ's natural partner is the ENFP, or the ENTP. INTJ's dominant function of Introverted Intuition is best matched with a partner whose personality is dominated by Extraverted Intuition. How did we arrive at this?

INTJs as Parents

"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth...
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable." -- Kahlil Gibran

As parents, INTJ's main goal is to raise their children to be intelligent, autonomous and independent. They want their kids to think for themselves and make their own decisions, and so are likely to give them room to grow, and to challenge their decisions and thoughts at key points in their lives.

The INTJ is not naturally likely to be an overly supportive or loving parental figure. Since their own need for expressions of love and affirmation is relatively low, they may have difficulty seeing that need in their children who have Feeling preferences. If they do see this sensitivity, they may not recognize or value the importance of feeding it. In such situations, there will be a distance between the INTJ and the child. This is a problem area for the INTJ, who should consciously remember to be aware of others' emotional needs.

INTJs as Friends

INTJs are usually difficult to get to know well, and difficult to get close to. Those who are close to the INTJ will highly value them for their ideas and knowledge. Although INTJs are generally very serious-minded people, they also have been known to enjoy letting loose and having fun, if others pull them into it. They also can be really good at telling jokes, and exhibiting a sarcastic wit with a poker face.

The INTJ is not likely to choose to spend time with people who they feel don't have anything to offer the INTJ. They especially like to spend time with other Intuitive Thinkers, and also usually enjoy the company of Intuitive Feelers. These personality types love to theorize and speculate about ideas, and so can usually relate well to the INTJ, who loves to analyze ideas.

Many INTJs believe that they are always right. In some INTJs, this belief is quite obvious, while in others it is more subtle. Some people may have a difficult time accepting what they see as a "superior attitude" or "snobbery". Not to imply that INTJs are snobbish, just that some people with strong Feeling preferences may perceive them that way. And some individuals simply have no interest in the theoretical pursuits which the INTJ enjoys.

Do yours: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

& then: http://typelogic.com/

Rhapsode Minds

2009-06-02T13:09:00.002-03:00

A Little Test

1) Cuánto duró la guerra de los Cien Años?

2) Qué país fabrica los famosos sombreros Panamá Hats?

3) De qué animal se obtienen las cuerdas de tripa de gato?

4) En qué mes los rusos celebran la Revolución de Octubre?

5) De qué están hechos los pinceles de Pelo de Camello?

6) Por qué animal están nombradas Las Islas Canarias?

7) Cuál era el primer nombre del Rey Jorge VI ?

8) De qué color es la caja negra de los aviones?

Now check your answers, sucker.

1) Cuánto duró la Guerra de los Cien Años? - La Guerra de los Cien Años, duró exactamente 116 años. Fueron 61 años de guerra y 55 de tregua. (1337-1453)

2) Qué país fabrica los famosos sombreros Panamá Hats? - Los Panamá Hats se fabrican en el País de Ecuador. Desde 1630 los sombreros de Panamá son tejidos a mano en Ecuador, hechos de “Paja Toquilla” Palmata Carludovica.

3) De qué animal se obtienen las cuerdas de Tripa de Gato? - Las cuerdas de Tripa de Gato, se obtienen de Ovejas y Caballos. El termino de tripa de gato fue una especie de medida para proteger el secreto de su fabricación, ya que en esa epoca en Italia era considerado de muy mala suerte matar un gato, asi nadie se atrevería a hacer esas cuerdas.

4) En qué mes celebran los rusos la Revolución de Octubre? - Los rusos celebran el 7 de Noviembre la Revolución de Octubre. El 25 de Octubre según el antiguo calendario Juliano

5) De qué están hechos los pinceles de pelo de camello? - En realidad no es pelo de Camello, sino piel de Ardilla. También se fabrican de pelo de pony.

6) Por qué animal están nombradas las islas Canarias? - Se llaman Canarias por los Perros (Canis en Latín) Este nombre le fue dado a la isla de Gran Canaria en memoria de dos grandes mastines que capturaron allí y aparecen representados a ambos lados del actual escudo de Canarias.

7) Cuál era el primer nombre del Rey Jorge VI ? - El nombre del Rey era Alberto Federico Arturo Jorge. (1895, 1952). Rey del Reino Unido y de sus Dominios de Ultramar. Emperador de la India. Rey de Irlanda.

8) De qué color es la Caja Negra de los Aviones? - Las Cajas Negras de los Aviones son de color naranja. Este color lo usan para que sean de fácil localización en caso de accidente, también pueden tener otros colores llamativos. Son prácticamente indestructibles.

jajaja, ni en pedo estoy aburrido u.u

eu, estoy re contento :)

The Simple Truth

2009-05-28T15:00:00.003-03:00

Who Dares Wins

2009-05-18T16:53:00.005-03:00

mmm, hoy es LUNES. odio los lunes, encima nací un lunes jajaja (?)

pero de todas formas estoy contento... sigo sin saber a ciencia cierta pq, es mas por un posible futuro q por un presente.. pero cuando no?

aaahhhh quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero quiero.

quiero :)

hace mucho q no posteo nada de mi amigo arthur, asi q:

Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers,
picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue:
Réveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tète nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien:
Mais l'amour infïni me montera dans l'âme,
et j'ïrai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
par la Nature, -- heureux comme avec une femme.

Sensation

In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.

I will not speak, I will have no thoughts:
But infinite love will mount in my soul;
And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy,
Through the country side - joyous as if I were with a woman.

Ο τολμών νικά

Operation
"This Will Most Likely End Badly"
is a Go.

True at First Sight

2009-05-13T11:57:00.008-03:00

estoy contento :D

viste cuando no sabés ni cómo ni pq? bah, sabés un poquito, pero no del todo... te despertás a la mañana de un salto y dsps de 2 segundos de mirar a la nada ya estás sonriendo.. ponés musica chill out, te preparás un re desayuno tarareando y te importa poco que el clima parezca salido de un clásico día semi-lluvioso de londres, q tengas q caminar 10 cuadras sin paraguas y q sea martes... no te importa nada, vas caminando de a saltitos pq sos feliz.

es como estar enamorado, nadie te dice q lo estás... simplemente lo sabés :)

ya sé q todavia nada, pero creo q un poco te vas dando cuenta... y hasta quizas estás en la misma q yo... pensandolo bien, me parece q no estuve nunca bailando en un campo minado, pero me es imposible no ser precavido... ahora voy a empezar a subir el volumen un poco mas creo, pq me mueeero de ganas ;)

To accomplish great things,

we must not only dream, but also act;

not only plan, but also believe.

Do or Die

2009-05-05T10:48:00.006-03:00

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do or die.

[ ... wha... we... now?!... ]

[ ... ]

[ ... I said... what... do... now, sir! ... ]

[ ... ]

Captain! What the hell do we do NOW, sir?!

creo que una stun grenade me hubiera hecho menos efecto.. o una artilleria 155 mm L52... toda la cacofonía del mundo cotidiano se hizo a un lado, es como si todas mis tecnicas, todas mis frases, toda mi experiencia me hubiese abandonado en un segundo... no sabia que hacer, no sabia q decir.. estaba completamente idiota.

como superman con la kriptonita...

sos mi kriptonita ♥

(?)

anyway... wtf? creo q o esto ya es demasiado obvio, o soy un idiota q se imagina cosas.

Hail to the Chief

2009-04-30T14:17:00.009-03:00

sprite also spright

A small or elusive supernatural being; an elf or pixie.
An elflike person.
A specter or ghost.
Archaic A soul.
Meteorology: A large, dim, red flash that appears above active thunderstorms in conjunction with lightning.
(in folklore) a fairy or elf
An icon in a computer game which can be manoeuvred around the screen [Latin spiritus spirit]

[Middle English spreit, from Old French esprit, from Latin spritus; see spirit.]

sooo... I'm drinking elves? a lightining flash? WTF??

ayer rendí estadística, asi q es demasiado de su parte pedir q sea coherente (mas en este blog jaja)

ayyyy ♥

see more of the the great relamz at:

http://relamz.blogspot.com/ & http://relamz.deviantart.com/

thanks for being so awesome, I always feel like

your photos express my thoughts just perfectly :)

Divine Retribution

2009-04-25T01:36:00.010-03:00

Fran //:
viste el side-nick de ciprox? ("Jesus take the wheel") siento que le falta un "while I shoot this motherf**ers with the shotgun"

Malkav:
JAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJAJA
hdp
como me reí

Fran //:
jajaja
"keep it steady while I aim for the tires"
y Jesus diciendo : "Duuude, I shoudn't have multiplied those mushrooms"

Malkav:
JAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJ
basta pigreee!
me salió toda el agua por la nariz
me re imagino la pelicula de accion con jesus en campera de cuero

Fran //:
jajajjaja
Sería como Lord of War pero con Jesús en vez de Vitaly

Malkav:
jajaj, maaal
"keep it steady while I aim for the tires"
JAJAJA
me sigo riendo

all you need is love... and a Benelli M4 Super 90 Combat Shotgun

.

The Kindness of the Wolf

2009-04-22T12:58:00.004-03:00

Se acuerdan cuando dedicabamos todo un dia a guardar la ropa de verano y sacar la de invierno? Me acuerdo que en casa guardabamos todo en cajas blancas que tenian unas manzanas azules..

Hace cuanto que no existe mas ese ritual? Te tomaba todo un dia! A veces me acuerdo del olorcito que le quedaba a la ropa dsps de varios meses de encierro en las cajas.. no se si era naftalina o perfume amorín o que, pero era LO MAS! Ahora entiendo pq nunca me alcanza el placard, no por tener mucha ropa sino porque está todo mezclado lo de verano y lo de invierno..

Ademas... antes terminaba el calor y empezaba el frío de un dia para otro? Era tan así como yo lo recuerdo? No sé, pero este clima me pone re feliz.. Bufanda para salir a la mañana invita al café con leche y a cachetes colorados. Un par de graditos menos y desplego toodo mi arsenal de invierno ♥

Yay! :)

With a Little Help From My Friends

2009-03-10T13:43:00.008-02:00

Falta tanto que preocuparse por detalles así es bastante torpe... siempre hay un plan B.
No importa la magnitud ni el origen, por que por cada shock que uno le aplica a la vida, la vida misma busca caminos de escapatoria y posibles cursos de acción. Es como un río, por mas diques que uno le ponga en su camino, siempre va a seguir adelante... siempre. Incansablemente buscará el canto del mar, porque eso es lo que debe hacer. No importa cuanto uno prediga o rece o baile, la lluvia sigue cayendo y nadie puede detenerla, ni decirle como ni cuanto debe caer. Alguien dijo que Dios está en la lluvia... cae sobre nosotros y seguirá cayendo siempre. Sobre nuestros hijos, y los hijos de sus hijos.
Por eso, no te preocupes tanto por cosas que no podés resolver, pq realmente ese no es tu papel en la obra. Ante un problema siempre hay mas de una solución. Y la mayor parte de las veces el camino difícil es el correcto. Pero quien quiere una vida fácil? No tendría sentido, ni norte, ni estrellas, ni llantos, ni angustias... pero tampoco tendría sonrisas, abrazos, besos. Nunca extrañaríamos, ni nos sentiríamos vivos por estar corriendo esos sueños que todos corremos cada día. Lo importante no es no caerse nunca, sino saber levantarse rápido y aprender de las caídas. No hay que rezar por una vida fácil, sino rezar por la fuerza para vivir una vida difícil.

Si no podés encontrar esos caminos alternos ante las calamidades, no te olvides que siempre hay alguien al lado tuyo para darte una mano. Todos tenemos dos manos, una para solucionar nuestros propios problemas y otra para los problemas de los demás.

Y lo mas importante, nunca te olvides que el mundo te quiere. Quizás no todos, pero la gran mayoría si... Él te quiere. Ella te quiere. Dios te quiere. Y yo te quiero. Y estamos todos esperándote con una sonrisa. No dejes que un pocito te saque el ritmo de la carrera, pero si sentís que te estás por caer, estamos a tu lado para ayudarte para que puedas seguir.

Siempre.

if everything else fails... just laugh :)

Dead End Blues

2009-02-25T13:44:00.009-02:00

Me da miedo.

Me angustia.

Llega un momento en la vida en que parece que todas esas esferas están en su completa plenitud. Todas aparentan ser perfectas, están en áureo movimiento, se mueven armónicamente. Pero entonces uno se confía o se conforma, y ocurre lo inesperado: alguna deja de brillar.

Al principio uno no quiere darse cuenta del cambio. Mira para otro lado, inventa excusas para auto convencerse de que está todo igual que antes, pero es evidente que hay algo que ya no es lo mismo. En sí la esfera no cambia, ni de estructura ni de apariencia. Pero sin embargo ya no es lo mismo. Ya no tiene sabor, ni color, ya no posee esa ardorosa llama que antes la caracterizaba. Se ha vuelto algo rutinario e insípido, sin sorpresas ni sorprendidos. Sin pasión.

Y entonces uno se muestra irritable por cualquier mínima falencia, de semblante agrio y poco afectuoso. Pero no es mas que un mecanismo de defensa, para preparar a la esfera en cuestión para la inevitable revolución. Pero también para intentar suavizar el hecho de que aún se la sigue queriendo, de que no es algo que uno decidió, no es un algo sino un donde. Un lugar funesto y putrefacto adonde ha llegado la relación. Por eso el semblante, por eso la contestación. Para defendernos, para extirpar un universo que ya no nos complace. Pero que aún queremos. Y ese es el mayor problema. Uno nunca deja de querer a alguien. Solamente se cambia de universos, o mejor dicho, de puntos de vista.

creo q tengo q dejar mi trabajo. no hoy, no mañana, ni pasado... pero quizás en unos meses. tendría q trabajar 8 horas como Dios manda y dejar de vivir como un monje pobre y austero. soy feliz pobre, no necesito mas plata. hablo de conocimiento, necesito aprender mas. y acá donde estoy, creo que no pueden enseñarme mas.... ojalá q si, y q salga el sol, comamos perdices, encontremos a Wally y todo esté bien =D

igual todo lo demás está de 10, salvo en la esfera "trabajo" u.u

y en 2 semanas empiezo a cursar, ergo el carpe diem va a eclipsar todo, yay!

don't worry, there's always a little you in me

Just Enter The Matrix

2009-02-09T14:45:00.008-02:00

y te reís, pq a veces parece q estás loco... Transacción ME51N. Pero no siempre, sólo cuando te pasan esas cosas. Como cuando los numeros bailan y hablan. Y preguntan. $85.240,00. IVA 21. A veces vos te preguntás "Que mierda estoy haciendo?" Pero está bien, pasa cuando te salteás pasos en el plan. No sos como los demás, que no tienen plan... Pero es un plan ambicioso y a veces te perdés adentro de los pasos... 4 años es bastante para esperar. Belsil Producciones, Alquiler Febrero 2009. Pero no tenés que poner quinta de golpe pq no te corresponde todavia ese futuro, pero no te preocupes pq es tuyo. Dia a dia lo vas armando, pero a veces estás medio perdido y no sabés bien adonde estabas yendo. Factura #604. Fecha: 03/02/09. Por eso, tranqui. Esto no es tu futuro, es tu pasado. O tu presente-pasado. Vos no sos lo que sos ahora, ahora solo sos una semilla. Pero pensá en la mostaza... Una semilla de mostaza es mínima, chiquita, insulsa, y sin embargo se convierte en un arbol enorme, hermoso, magnánimo... Tiempo. Hay que darle tiempo. Cuenta: 622000, Building Rents. Una vez termines de estudiar, te ponés a viajar y trabajas donde quieras. Hasta podrias ponerte a estudiar actuacion, escribir un libro o aprender a tocar el piano. Centro de costo: 7122101, Other Corporate. Tener una familia feliz, numerosa y feliz. Algun dia, no te preocupes. Esto es el pasado. Estás en el pasado, y lo que tiene de bueno el pasado es que pasa, y te prepara para el futuro. Sos el futuro, en el futuro vas a poder ser... todo lo que quieras ser. Paciencia.

Ctrl+G... Guardar.

[escrito mientras procesaba una factura en la oficina solo pq todos vacacionan/almuerzan el 09/02/08]

God is in the Rain

2009-01-30T11:27:00.008-02:00

esta escena siempre me pone de buen humor:

(They approach her apartment building, veering to their left as they get closer to the doorway. In the courtyard, hanging paper lanterns, tables, and chairs have been set up for a cookout. A man stands at a barbecue grill, cooking, while other people mill about preparing for the party.)

Man: Qu'est-ce que vous avez fait de bon pour ce soir?

Céline: Un taboulet! Je vais descendre en cinq minutes!

Man: Salut!

Jesse: (To the man.) Uh...Salut!

(They approach the stairs. Céline walks up the stairs and turns around to speak to him standing below.)

Jesse: So...

Céline: So...

(Woman appears in the doorway behind Céline, carrying plates for the party.)

Woman: (Smiling directly at Jesse, who smiles back.) C'est qui celui-la? Il est mignon! Il mange avec nous?

Céline: Non, il prend l'avion...

Woman: Tant pis. Il goutera pas mes pates au pois chiches...

Man: Pour-quoi il ne mange pas avec nous?

Woman: Il n'aime pas ton short!

Man: (Looking down at his shorts.) Mais qu'est-ce qu'il y a mon short?

(Céline and Jesse laugh at the couple and return to their conversation.)

you can never replace anyone because

everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details ♥

eu, quiero ir a paris ♥

Let's Put a Smile on that Face

2009-01-11T23:43:00.006-02:00

ay, tengo mi compu ♥

pero me vino con una distribucion malisima de linux y se me cuelga... por eso no escribo mucho pq se me explota la pecé jaja

Life's a binary choice...

Like firing a gun, you either do it... or you don't.
A stairway or a highway.
Heaven or Hell.
Good or Evil.
Love or hate.

Funny thing is... all of them are both sides of the same coin.

Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor

And cry your guts out 'til you got no more

Hey man, now you're really living

Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl

Made you feel like it's not such a bad world

Hey man, now you're really living

Now you're really giving everything

And you're really getting all you gave

Now you're really living what

This life is all about

Well i just saw the sun rise over the hill

Never used to give me much of a thrill

But, hey man now I am really living ♥

eu, me fui!

Dog Eat Dog

2009-01-05T12:07:00.012-02:00

Just leave it up to me to say goodbye

Because these good times will never last

Keep a hand on the wheel and a foot on the gas

We thought it would last forever

I wish you'd just remember...

Just say goodbye.

so GOODBYE 2008!

you crappy, extremely annoying and forgettable little year!

don't worry, we won't miss you at all, sucker! n___n

Agus actual (as of 05/01/09) = n.n + ♥

let's see how long it lasts ¬¬

random:

it's one small step for a man...

but one giant leap for mankind.

The Laughing Magician

2008-12-29T13:22:00.003-02:00

me di cuenta de algo... cuando estoy feliz no posteo una goma acá. o pongo cosas por poner algo o subo un texto q no es mio para llenar espacio o simplemente enumero las razones de pq no posteo nunca.

Happiness rocks, babe. Oh yeah n.n

and now for a poem almost totally random:

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after

And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;

He knew human folly like the back of his hand,

And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;

When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,

And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

but now, for a poem a little more romantic ;)

My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.

As the poor and sad are real to the good king.

She kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;

The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything.

So, to remember our changing garden,

We are linked as children in a circle dancing:

My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.

And the high green hill sits always by the sea ♥

that's all, folks!

reach, get there and stay there ♥

Basta de Jo-Jo-Jós!

2008-12-24T10:55:00.007-02:00

Feliz Navidad!

o sino...

Merry Christmas

Joyeux Noël

Buon Natale

God jul

Veselé vánoce

Vrolijk kerstfeest

Hyvää joulua

Wesołych Świąt

Crăciun fericit

С Рождеством

Срећан Божић

З Різдвом

Frohe Weihnachten

Giáng sinh Vui vẻ

Selamat Hari Natal

Καλά Χριστούγεννα

عيد ميلاد مجيد

क्रिसमस की शुभकामनाएँ

(?)

como sea... pero que sea feliz n.n

"che, viejo, nació Jesú por allá! largá lo bicho, y andá a ver q onda!"

Details in the Fabric

2008-12-12T11:50:00.004-02:00

If it's a broken part, replace it.

If it's a broken arm, then brace it.

If it's a broken heart, then face it.

Hold your own, know your name, go your own way.

q lastima, parecias una buena candidata... hasta q te conoci bien.

y encima te hacés la dificil, ajaj, boluda totaaalll

ya se me va el 2008... lo cual me pone melancolico. a veces me sorprende lo mucho q puedo llegar a cambiar... hace 3 años estaba en nada, no tenia direccion, ni norte ni nada, yo era de una forma muy distinta a lo que soy ahora, vivía mas en un mundo fantástico, solo y enajenado de la realidad. hace dos años empecé a darme cuenta de q es lo que queria de mi propio camino, empecé a dar los primeros pasos hacia mi felicidad. pero hace un año clavado ya estaba totalmente encaminado en mi propia vida, ya tenía todos esos sueños grandes y mas fuertes de lo que mi edad delataría. ya empezaba a pensar a largo plazo, a conscientizarme de mil cosas q nadie ve. este año lo empecé un poco melancolico, medio triste por sentirme un poco fuera de lugar. a medida q pasaron los meses fui aprendiendo muchas cosas. MUCHAS cosas. si tuviera q ponerle un nombre a este año sería: "2008: El año de los rechazos" Muchos dieron la espalda, clavaron sus dardos y se fueron. Pero no servía de nada lamentarse, o querer ayudarlos. Simplemente uno sigue su camino, les desea lo mejor y trata de ser "nice twice". Dsps de dos, ya no hay frenos para la hostilidad. O la indiferencia. Igualmente, a pesar de todo, uno aprende siempre. Aprende q es lo que una quiere, aprende q es lo que necesita. Aprende a hacer q ambos se yuxtapongan y lo mas importante, uno aprende a ser feliz. No es algo facil, menos lo es contagiarlo. Pero la vida no es facil, y nadie pretende q lo sea. No se como terminará este año, pero a pesar de todo, lo quise. Fue duro, bastante frío, a veces un poco cruel, a veces muy feliz, tuvo sus viajes, sus idas y venidas, sus errores y malentendidos, sus rechazos, sus VARIOS rechazos, su progreso, sus periodos de renovacion, su empatía, su cambio de cosmologia, sus amores y desamores, sus esperanzas y venenos, sus suspiros y sonrisas. Fue un año interesante, en promedio: gris. Las alegrias compensan el intento de indiferencia hacia las tristezas.

A grey wolf, after all.

well, here we go again, mr rubicon.

Over The Hills & Faraway

2008-12-03T12:16:00.004-02:00

en este preciso instante tengo la cabeza a tres mil quinientas setenta y dos revoluciones por microsegundo.

pienso tan rápido q no se q escribir... me duele la cabezaaa buuu

el viernes 12 rindo el final de historiaaa! no me saco mas de encima esa fucking materiaaa... MALDITO PERÓNNNN!! askdjqwmenqwbeqwmnebq. ojalá me vaya bien pq no soporto mas esa materiaaaa

BREATH.

ufff, ahora estoy mas tranca... es lo malo de estar cerrando 3 compañias a la vez. (y tener 4 cosas mas para hacer) seré un workaholic? ajaja

tema del día: Better Together de Jack ♫

There's no combination of words

I could put on the back of a postcard

No song that I could sing

But I can try for your heart

Our dreams, and they are made out of real things

Like a, shoebox of photographs

With sepiatone loving

Love is the answer,

At least for most of the questions in my heart

Like why are we here? And where do we go?

And how come it's so hard?

It's not always easy and

Sometimes life can be deceiving

I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together

It's always better when we're together

Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together

Well, it's always better when we're together ♥

prometo poemas! prometo escritos! ni bien termine la faq les revoleo toda mi inspiracion y todo mi romanticismo francés n.n

just wondering if I'll ever see the sea again...

The Game of Cat & Mouse

2008-11-25T10:05:00.002-02:00

I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted

I fell right through the cracks

Now I'm trying to get back

Before the cool done run out

I'll be giving it my bestest

And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention

I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait I'm sure

There's no need to complicate

Our time is short

This is our fate, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me

Open up your plans and damn you're free

Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours ♥

ay, estoy re contento! no se pq, bah, pueden ser 3 cosas... o mas bien, dos. una es haber cuasi-promocionado analisis 2 ayer (mañana me dan la nota asi q veremos) pero me fue GENIAL. si promociono, solo me resta dar el final de historia y el cuat q viene sale macro y estadistica con fritas y listo 2do año. It was fucking time to leave Paternal ¬¬

y el otro tema no se. bah, sé. pero no sé. es un grito afirmativo, pero es un susurrante no. o al revés. no entiendo nada, en mi mundo "si" es "si" y "no" es "no". y lo peor es q creo q justamente el no tener control sobre la situacion es lo q me encanta, como estar sobre un rinoceronte en caída libre vendado y cagandote de risa. una onda asi. me encanta, pero no se cuanto durará. creo q depende mas de vos q de mi, y como viene la mano, las veo grises. (?)

oh, si

Bal Des Pendus

2008-11-17T09:38:00.004-02:00

On the black gallows, one-armed friend,

The paladins are dancing, dancing

The lean, the devil's paladins

The skeletons of Saladins.

Sir Beelzebub pulls by the scruff

His little black puppets who grin at the sky,

And with a backhander in the head like a kick,

Makes them dance, dance, to an old Carol-tune!

And the puppets, shaken about, entwine their thin arms:

Their breasts pierced with light, like black organ-pipes

Which once gentle ladies pressed to their own,

Jostle together protractedly in hideous love-making.

Hurray! the grey dancers, you whose bellies are gone!

You can cut capers on such a long stage!

Hop! never mind whether it's fighting or dancing!

- Beelzebub, maddened, saws on his fiddles!

Oh the hard heels, no one's pumps are wearing out!

And nearly all have taken of their shirts of skin;

The rest is not embarrassing and can be seen without shame.

On each skull the snow places a white hat:

The crow acts as a plume for these cracked brains,

A scrap of flesh clings to each lean chin:

You would say, to see them turning in their dark combats,

They were stiff knights clashing pasteboard armours.

Hurrah! the wind whistles at the skeletons' grand ball!

The black gallows moans like an organ of iron !

The wolves howl back from the violet forests:

And on the horizon the sky is hell-red...

Ho there, shake up those funereal braggarts,

Craftily telling with their great broken fingers

The beads of their loves on their pale vertebrae:

Hey the departed, this is no monastery here!

Oh! but see how from the middle of this Dance of Death

Springs into the red sky a great skeleton, mad,

Carried away by his own impetus, like a rearing horse:

And, feeling the rope tight again round his neck,

Clenches his knuckles on his thighbone with a crack

Uttering cries like mocking laughter,

And then like a mountebank into his booth,

Skips back into the dance to the music of the bones!

On the black gallows, one-armed friend,

The paladins are dancing, dancing

The lean, the devil's paladins

The skeletons of Saladins.

freedom

Out of The Blue

2008-11-10T15:02:00.013-02:00

random n.n

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1. Por qué las gaseosas tienen jugo artificial de limón y los detergentes jugo natural de limón?
2. Por qué Tarzán estaba siempre afeitado?
3. Por qué los Picapiedras festejaban Navidad si vivían en una época antes de Cristo?
4. Por qué la serie se llamaba "Mission Impossible", si ellos siempre conseguían realizar las misiones?
5. Por qué los filmes de batallas espaciales tienen explosiones tan ruidosas, si el sonido no se propaga en el vacío?
6. Si los hombres son todos iguales, por que las mujeres eligen tanto?
7. Por qué las mujeres abren la boca cuando se maquillan los ojos?
8. Cómo se escribe el cero en números romanos?
9. Por qué las lunas de otros planetas tienen nombre, pero la nuestra se llama Luna?
10. Por qué cuando alguien llama por teléfono a un número equivocado nunca da ocupado?
11. Por qué las personas aprietan el control remoto con más fuerza, cuando se está quedando sin pilas?
12. El instituto que emite los certificados de calidad ISO 9000, tiene calidad certificada por quién?
13. Por qué cuando aparece en la computadora la frase "Teclado No Instalado", el fabricante pide apretar cualquier tecla para continuar?
14. Cuando inventaron el reloj, como sabían que hora era, para poder calibrarlo?
15. Por qué cuando usted para en un semáforo en rojo, tiene siempre alguien en el auto de al lado con el dedo en la nariz?
16. Por qué hay gente que despierta a otros para preguntar si estaban durmiendo?
17. Cómo puedo saber cuántas vidas le quedan a mi gato?
18. Por qué las mujeres con las curvas más aerodinámicas son las que más resistencia ofrecen?
19. Por qué llamamos "bebida" a la bebida?, incluso antes de beberla, y "comida" a la comida ante de comerla?
20. El mundo es redondo y lo llaman planeta. Si fuese plano. lo llamarían redondeta?
21. Si un abogado enloquece... pierde el juicio?
22. Si los sándwichs de miga son simples porque tienen una capa de relleno, los triples no deberían ser dobles?. O bien, si son triples por tener tres tapas de pan, los simples no deberían ser dobles?
23. Los infantes disfrutan de la infancia tanto como los adultos del adulterio?
24. Si hay un mas allá... hay un menos acá?
25. Qué tiempo verbal es "no debería haber pasado"?... preservativo imperfecto?
26. Por qué las cosas siempre se encuentran en el último lugar donde se las busca?
27. Debería cortarme las venas o dejármelas largas?
28. Si la teoría de la evolución de las especies dice que vamos mejorando con cada nueva generación. Por qué Enrique Iglesias y Emanuel Ortega cantan aún peor que sus padres?
29. Qué cuentan las ovejas para poder dormir?
30. Por qué las ciruelas negras son rojas cuando están verdes?
31. Para qué corremos rápido bajo la lluvia, si adelante también llueve?
32. Si cuando comí huevos me pateó el hígado, cuando coma hígado, me pateará los huevos?
33. Dónde está la otra mitad del Medio Oriente?
34. Cuánto miden las altas horas de la noche?
35. No es algo poco tranquilizante que los médicos se refieran a sus trabajos como "prácticas"?
36. Por qué utilizan agujas esterilizadas para dar una inyección letal?
37. Por qué en los anuncios de raquetas de tenis aparece gente jugando al tenis y en los anuncios de cigarrillos gente fumando, pero en los anuncios de condones no ves más que gente jugando al tenis o fumando?
38. Por qué Bill Gates llamó a su sistema operativo "Windows", si lo podría haber llamado "Gates"?
39. Hasta dónde se lavan la cara los pelados?
40. Por qué "separado" se escribe todo junto y "todo junto" se escribe separado?
41. Por qué en "el día del trabajo" nadie trabaja?
42. Si cárcel y prisión son sinónimos, por qué no lo son carcelero y prisionero?
43. Si una tostada cae siempre del lado untado y un gato cae siempre sobre sus patas... qué pasaría si atamos la tostada en la espalda del gato?
44. Si la caja negra de los aviones es indestructible... por qué no harán todo el avión de ese mismo material?
45. Por qué los kamikazes usaban cascos?
46. Si el amor es ciego... por qué la lencería erótica es tan popular?

nos vamos a paris, mon amour? en taxi por el bois de boulogne un dia de lluvia perdiendonos en nuestras miradas y besos ♥

ME.
VOLASTE.
LA.
CABEZA.
MAL.

tanto q no me importa decirlo, at least not anymore =)

caiste del cielo y no pude sacarte los ojos de encima, podria quedarme mirandote horas y horas y horas y horas... es mas, creo q sigo ahi tirado pensando en vos... todo esto es como un sueño ♥

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous

Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout

Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,

Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou

La Vie En Rose

2008-11-07T11:21:00.016-02:00

Audrey Hepburn's Beauty Tips

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers

through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,

revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand,

you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands,

one for helping yourself, the other for helping others ♥

estoy en un estado de melancolía feliz, o felicidad melancolica...

y si no me creen, miren los tags de este post (?)

ah, le puse la "tag cloud" al blog, un quilombo... pero quedó bonito =)

y se viene un finde de: estudio + pelis viejas + leer libritos + solcito

au revoir! n____n

Days Of Wine And Roses

The Man of Iron & The Calm Sea

2008-10-30T11:31:00.007-02:00

el otro dia me alegré al oler tu perfume, era un lugar inusual para olerlo por supuesto, pero no pude evitar pensar en vos y sonreir. revisando una rendicion de viaje de la empresa, la factura del hotel tenia tu perfume. no puedo explicarme como es q pasó, pero asi era. me quedé varios minutos con los ojos cerrados, recordando esos veranos embriagantes de felicidad, esas caminatas por la playa, ese año nuevo tan especial, tu pelo, tu sonrisa, besandote bajo el sol... a veces te extraño, sabías? pero siempre pensé q extrañar era algo positivo, te hace recordar con una sonrisa el pasado magnificando la felicidad q alguna vez se poseyó... volviendo a la realidad, tomé mi café y miré el destino de la rendición: Ipanema.

es divertido hacer feliz a la gente, pensar en las cosas q a ellos les gusta, ver el mundo desde su punto de vista, escucharlos, hablar de lo q les interesa, hacerlos hablar de ellos mismos, sonreir,

no discutir, ser positivo, aceptar los propios errores, y taaaaantas otras cosas mas =)

tenía una carta para mandarte, pero sé q no querias escucharla asi q la quemé. y esparcí sus cenizas en el viento, despidiendome para siempre de tu sonrisa.

quoth the raven, nevermore.

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever...

think, and grow rich

How To Play With Fire

2008-10-22T13:52:00.007-02:00

Ser colgado es:

- saludar a la gente 2 veces

- saludar a alguien cualquiera por la calle

- saludar a alguien cualquiera dos veces

- chocarse con toda persona/cosa q esté inerte

- chocarse con toda persona/cosa q esté en movimiento

- prender un pucho al revés y tratar de fumarlo... un buen rato.

- dejar la basura al lado del tacho para acordarte de tirarla y q quede ahí por días

- decirle "mami" a tu jefa

- ponerle sal al café

- querer servirse coca con la tapita puesta o la lata cerrada

- guardar la billetera en la heladera (?¿)

- atender el teléfono de tu casa nombrando la empresa

- sacarle fotocopias al lado blanco de las hojas

- dejar el celular cerca del mouse y moverlo frenéticamente para mover el cursor

- ponerse medias de colores distintos

- ponerse la ropa al revés

- olvidarse de devolver llamados a la gente

- mandarle mensajitos a la persona equivocada y discutirle (?)

- cambiarle el nombre a las personas aleatoriamente

- quedarse leyendo en el bondi y pasarse la parada

- siempre marcar numero equivocado varias veces seguidas

- decir buenos días a las 8 de la noche

- poner sellos al revés

- invertir el lado de los zapatos en los pies

- siempre cerrar primero la canilla fría del bidet

- entrar al baño de mujeres

- desvirtuar conversaciones y olvidarse de q estabas hablando

- sacar la jarra de agua de la heladera, servirse un vaso y guardarlo en la heladera y mas tarde preguntarse q mierda hago tomando de la jarra?

- darle fuego al q te pide la hora

- hablar por teléfono con alguien por horas sin saber quien es

- perder un zapato caminando y volver a buscarlo disimuladamente

- querer entrar al departamento equivocado en otro piso y q te descubran

- no sacarle las etiquetas a la ropa nueva cuando salís

- poner una película y colgarte leyendo en otro cuarto

- ser disléxico en TODO.

- ser disléxico y estudiar economía ¬¬

- ser disléxico, estudiar economía y trabajar en el sector contable de una empresa ¬¬¬ (?)

- tratar de explicarlo algo a la gente y terminar hablando de cualquier otra cosa y decir "entendiste?"

- saltearse pasos lógicos en los razonamientos y de repente hablar de cosas totalmente fuera de contexto

- nunca contarse a si mismo en reuniones grupales

- preguntar siempre q día es hoy

- poner la pava al fuego sin prender la hornalla

- tener papelitos con cosas importantes anotadas por todos lados y perderlos

- atender el teléfono y decir "hola, como estás?" rta: "bien, vos?" rta: "todo bien, vos?" y así y así...

- por la calle reírse acordándote de algo y q todos te miren

- golpearse con árboles o carteles caminando mirando para atrás

- buscar cosas por horas y darse cuenta que estaba en tu mano

- ir a comprar algo importante y terminar comprando cualquiera

- colgarse mirando a la gente

- devolverle a blockbuster la caja de la película vacía

- caminar en la lluvia por horas con el paraguas en la mano

- salir de la ducha y todavía tener jabón por todos lados

- poner pasta en el cepillo de dientes y tratar de lavarte con el tubo

y muchas muchas mas.

Disclaimer:

Any similarity between the fictional person or the events portrayed here

with the actual person who owns this blog who is very cool is purely coincidental.

igualmente, las personas q parecen no tener un plan muchas veces nos sorprenden con los resultados de sus obras... no son como el perro persiguiendo un auto sin saber q hará con el cuando lo atrape... sino como mariposas volando sin un destino aparente, pero provocando tornados en el mar.

es divertido tener muchas cosas para hacer n___n

libros, pelis, estudio, play, laburo, música, libros, etc.

And the sign said, 'Unstable emotionally-dependant freaky people need not apply' ¬¬

y como me gusta mucho hacer listas, acá va otra:

Ser Agus es:

- cocinar bailando harry belafonte

- ser misterioso y vueltero y complicado

- disfrutar mas un sábado leyendo en casa q en un boliche

- hacer cosas locas por gente q quiero

- reinventarse a cada rato

- pensar en 3 idiomas

- ser bastante colgado

- siempre armar listas de cosas

- vivir constantemente en una película romántica

- limpiar la casa bailando con la escoba

- tener planes muy extraños

- influir en la gente para hacerla feliz

- despertarse los domingos anhelando un abrazo

- enamorarse cada dos por tres (por lo gral, de la persona equivocada)

- ver el lado positivo de la vida pero decirlo en secreto

- siempre tener un plan B

- ser puntual

- no tener imposibles

- ser romántico en publico

- ser anticuado y educado

- tener sueños muy locos

- no pedir y dar

- ser muy fuerte pero modesto

- pegar giros de 180° cada tanto

- morir por el sonido del mar

- entrar y salir en la vida de la gente

- dar cátedra de la vida en privado

- comer como chancho pero ser flaco

- caminar de a saltitos

- tener conclusiones/planteos muy complejos

- etc.

y les dejo esto tmb, q no se de donde salio pero es re copado:

LOS CUATRO ACUERDOS DE LA SABIDURÍA TOLTECA

1.- No supongas. No des nada por supuesto. Si tienes una duda, aclárala. Si sospechas, pregunta. Suponer te hace inventar historias increíbles que sólo envenenan tu alma y que NO TIENEN FUNDAMENTO.

2.- Honra tus palabras. Lo que sale de tu boca es lo que eres tú. Si no honras tus palabras, no te estás honrando a ti mismo; si no te honras a ti mismo, no te amas. Honrar tus palabras es honrarte a ti mismo, es ser coherente con lo que piensas y con lo que haces. Eres auténtico, y te hace respetable ante los demás y ante ti mismo.

3.-Haz siempre lo mejor que puedas. Si siempre haces lo mejor que puedes, nunca podrás recriminarte nada o arrepentirte de nada.

4.- No te tomes NADA personal. Ni la peor ofensa. Ni el peor desaire. Ni la más grave herida,no debes tomarlo personal. Quien lo hace, tiene un veneno que descarga contra ti, por no saber cómo deshacerse de él. En la medida que alguien te quiere lastimar, en esa medida ese alguien se lastima a sí mismo. Pero el problema es de él y no tuyo.

What we are is God's gift to us.

What we become is our gift to God.

Confessions of a French Rebel

2008-10-08T13:19:00.007-03:00

in the shadows I wait, and I dream.

quizas nadie lo sepa, pero yo tengo un cuadernito.
un cuadernito donde escribo
y escribo e imprimo mi alma en cada una de sus hojas.
sus hojas rotas y arrancadas,
que en mi mochila viajan a donde sea que me lleven mis pies.
mis pies cansados de tanto caminar en un camino medio vacío,
pero con esperanza.
con esperanza de que algun día los acompañes,
sonriendo y feliz.

posta.

es medio marroncito negro y ya es el numero IV ♥
lo llevo a todos lados en mi mochila y cuando me inspiro lo saco y escribo. lo cual pasa bastante seguido, y casi siempre arranco la hoja para llevarmela a algun lado y dsps queda toda machucada y con los pirinchos-del-borde para afuera... es peligroso. dice muchas cosas q no sería prudente q otra persona las lea. buen, en realidad es tan ambiguo y extraño y misterioso (como todos mis escritos ¬¬) q nadie entenderia nada. o se confundirian mas. ergo, reitero q es mejor q nadie los lea.

dsps se me enojan... for all the wrong reasons.

el lunes rendi analisis y me fue RE BIEN n______n

pero zarpadamente bien, fue una locura... tenia la cabeza a mil, podrian haberme dado 4 cubos rubik y los hubiera resuelto vendado, abajo del agua en un tanque lleno de tiburones, maniatado y los pies enterrados en cemento y con una bomba nuclear a 3 segundos de implotar el planeta y aun asi y todo, lo hubiera podido hacer. y mientras, promocionar analisis 2. soy crack, oh yeah.

la libertad tiene sus cosas.
la soledad también.

pero la felicidad la rompe n.n
es como una moneda de una sola cara... dificil de entender, pero las monedas no están ahi para entenderlas, no?

el año q viene se viene se viene: el Francés. en la alianza supongo, asi q preparense para escritos delirantes en francés á la Rimbaud, oh oui!

hablando de arthur, el otro dia encontré un poema que te habia escrito hace tiempo, cuando estabamos bien.. me dieron como ganitas de tirarlo, pero no se, lo dejé... quizas algun dia quieras escucharlo =)

y nada mas por hoy, little monkeys.

si la vida te da limones y sal,
buscá tequila y enfiestate con la vida
(?)

Routing her Synapses

2008-09-25T12:30:00.005-03:00

maybe in the next life, lass

estaría bueno saber q te está costando. saber q por mas oscuro q sea todo, aún se ve el arcoiris en el cielo... como un heraldo de futuros mas brillantes, un puente entre la nada y el todo. entre Dios y la Tierra, entre el Cielo y la Razón... Entre vos y yo.

y aunque se q no es así, voy a seguir caminando, con una sonrisa en mi rostro... pq sé q en algun momento, aunque sea una mínima fracción de segundo, me quisiste. y eso es suficiente para mi. pero obviamente no voy a retorcerme en algo q no existe, pq realmente sería algo inutil. sólo voy a seguir mi camino, y aunque ya no se escuchan tus pisadas, sé q sos feliz. y eso es todo lo q yo quería.

quizas no me entiendas, o no quieras entenderme. quizas no llegues a comprender mi mente, mis palabras, mis pensamientos. quizas la idea q tenés de mi te causa rechazo y odio. pero quizas deberias preguntarte si todo lo que pensás o sentís por mi no es nada mas q algo fabricado por mi. para protegerte, para olvidarte, para q me olvides. te fui tirando pistas crípticas, palabras recurrentes, actitudes contradictorias, para en tu confusión poder guiarte a tu felicidad. quizas nunca lo entiendas, ni yo estoy seguro de hacerlo, pero nunca quise hacerte daño. el fin justifica los medios, o eso dicen... y a veces es verdad, pq mi fin era nuestra mutua felicidad que, aunque juntos no pudimos, ahora por separado hemos finalmente alcanzado.

Asi q ahora si es un adiós. Pero no lleno de lágrimas amargas, sino de alegría. Pq soy feliz, y sos feliz. Y tengo tanto por delante, tanto por caminar. A veces prefiero hacerlo solo, a veces acompañado... Relax.

el gris está hablando, como siempre toma las decisiones.
el negro tuvo su momento e hizo su parte.
el blanco está callado por su propio bien...

increible banda... el chelo es un instrumento que suena como triste pero con una presencia y una autoridad como salida del hades, un requiem exigiendo silencio y respeto. me encanta... mas si viene en onda metalera ♥

I'm sorry, I'm not Jesus

The Madman and The Magician

2008-09-22T14:37:00.005-03:00

es como un espejo.

es como 11 por dos.
es como el dia en el que faltan 100 dias para finalizar el año.
es como el dia en q falleció Marcel Marceau, mimo francés. (†2007)
es como chiquito, pero grande.
es como el loco.
es 22.

hoy es mi cumpleeeee e eee eeee! y comí chocotorta q me trajo una chica de la oficina y cantaron feliz cumpleaños y medialunas y coca y SAP y abrazos y gilipollas y ♥

y eso q el dia recien empiezaaaa! =)

el vino y el puerto fue ayer, asi q relaxx!

imagen ya usada, pero ahora es (+2) =)

One Man Army

2008-09-19T10:08:00.005-03:00

Saqué "Of Honey & Ashes" (06/09/08) pq me rompieron tanto las pelotas con preguntas q mejor q nadie lo lea... lo dejé como borrador, y como hice con varios otros, cuando pase un tiempo lo volveré a subir.

igual no era sobre nadie, o sobre todos. o sobre un estado de animo de "fuck off".

ya fue, man. aflojáaaaaa con el jueguito... está todo bien. además, date cuenta q estás haciendo pavadas y ni siquiera te estaba mirando, jajaja

ayy, estoy como volaaaaannndo en una nube ♥
quiero irme a vivir a parís y ser feliz y comer una perdiz y tener una frenchie-girlfriend, oh oui!

haciendo cuentas me pregunté a mi mismo...

1/2 + 1/2 = 0 ?

aparentemente si... but where the fuck is the one?

SE VIENEN SE VIENEEEEEEEEEN... LOS 22 LOCOS!!! (?)

when things explode, you're still there

Möbius Gold & Deep Blue Eyes

2008-09-18T12:31:00.005-03:00

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending."

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,"

I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time."

In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

"In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day."

Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."

The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back."

O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

estoy contento. pero extraño, como espiando el futuro y sonriendo... creo q te ví ayer... tenías ese perfume q me gusta, tus manos, tu pelo, como dejás caer un poco la cabeza cuando estás cansada, como sonreís, tu mirada, todos esos detalles q eclipsan el hecho q dejé q desaparezcas de mi vida una vez mas.

torpe agus, oh si.

'Baby, you're gonna miss that plane... '

'I know.'

Merriment, Mistletoe, and Mayhem!

2008-09-15T11:25:00.005-03:00

tengo q dejar de comer tanta azucar... o tomar, lo q sea.

me está afectando, posta... bah, quizas no y realmente esté loco. pero es la unica forma q callíope se calla...

aunque sea por un rato.

Give me a kiss, and I'll ask for the moon.
Give me a world, and I'll ask for a galaxy.
Give me the whole universe, and I'll ask for your heart.

estoy contento.

a pesar de todo, todos los quilombos, la mala onda, los desquicios (hace cuanto q no uso esa palabra), las frustraciones, los ataques de panico, la escasez, la indiferencia, el odio, el resentimiento, la frialdad, los errores, la soledad.

We're still in business, ladies and ladies ;)

en una semana es mi cumplee... 22 el 22, cumple 22 el loco ee eee oooo oooo (?)

white w., sneaking up on me

pensé q eramos 3... pero a veces creo q somos 9 (?)

Of Honey & Ashes

2008-09-06T20:04:00.014-03:00

lo siguiente lo escribi en julio, pero nunca lo postié pq soy colgado y hoy es sábado y tengo resaca:

No more happy endings.

We are all but a flimsy bunch of fools
Constantly fighting each other for a shoe
So distant and complex it fits no mortal foot.

Uproot that twisted thoughts in your mind, get rid of all those undying feelings and behaviors, little monkey. You are a fool, banging your head against your mind. Blindly believing you could walk over water. It's time to see that you're in love of a blurry shadow, incapable of nothing but fading away eventually.
Let go of all those dark dreams of yours.

That doesn't matter right now... We are over that, aren't we? now what is important is that you stop. Stop pretending you're awake.
Open your eyes and breathe.

And get up, little monkey. Get up, and run.
Quickly now, no time to argue or complain.

Just be yourself.
Yes, that nasty you that was always telling you what to do.
That was really you.
Be yourself, and conquer the world.

buen, eso lo escribí el sábado... ahora estoy mucho mas happy & hearts & candy-tastic (?)

no les encanta la &? es mucho mas linda q un Y o un AND

& ♥

ciclotimia es eso. pasar de felicidad a amargura y viceversa. lo divertido es q nunca te aburrís =)

yeah, just like that.

"Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence" Aristotle

"Remember that happiness is a way of travel - not a destination." Jackson Brown.

The pursuit of happiness is yours for the taking. It is achievable, by being happy where you are right now, and not waiting for the right time, the right place, the right person. It is to be pursued now. A lot of people cannot be happy- because they do not know how. There are road blocks like low self esteem, and ghosts from the past that haunt them. Self limiting thoughts, beliefs, and erroneous messages tell them that they do not deserve to be happy. Guilt and messages from past prevail.

The reverse is true. A person who only seeks happiness and short term gratification without consideration for others, will only find that it eludes them.

Memento Mori

2008-08-29T12:08:00.005-03:00

He approached the site like a tiger in the shadows, not even a footstep was heard. He saw a guard cursing as he tried to light a cigarette. The assasin had in mind all the possible reactions of the man, there was no place for error. With his back towards him, the guard never saw him coming. Neither the low kick to the side of his knee, breaking the joint. The scream was silenced by the assasin's hand over his mouth. Clouded by the overwhelming pain, the guard was under the assasin. With eyes wide open in shock, the soldier looked upon the reckless face of his enemy. It was the Crow.

"I'm gonna count to ten and then you know what's gonna happen unless you talk..." said the assasin placing his thumbs in the thug's eyes. The thug was locked in place and could barely move, he was nervously twisting in fear.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I know nothing!" said the soldier in a high-pitched tone, squealing for his life to be spared.
"Talk, you son of a bitch... I won't allow another victim of your so-called 'Sons of New Liberty'. I'd rather die than let your sick fuck leader torture anyone else." the assasin was adding little pressure to the eyes, just a warning.
"You're hurting me, you madman! Who are you?" the twisting and convulsions were in crescendo.
"I'm just one angry motherfucker who's gonna sunk your eyes through your brain... You talk or you'd better start praying to whatever-deity you believe in... Mercy is not one of my best attributes." he waited for his words to make effect on the feeble minded soldier. Then the assasin started counting. And the soldier started nervously praying.
" ...3, 2." Suddenly, interrupting the assasin, the soldier spoke. "Wait! I-I could k-know something... please, don't do it!" he started crying as he pleaded for mercy.

"Speak... or die." The thumbs firm he waited until the soldier spoke, then he knocked him out with the back of his silenced pistol. The hunt begins.

Meet C.

August: Mourning of a Dead-magician's Heart

2008-08-25T13:10:00.006-03:00

mirando a mi alrededor, me di cuenta que estaba de vuelta en mi ciudad. con sus torres y sus relámpagos, sus sonrisas y sus llantos...
pero no es lo mismo que antes, sólo un espejismo de lo que fue. quizas no sea el mundo el que está muerto sino yo. de todas formas, de repente todo está en silencio... no lo oyen? los pájaros callan ante un vacío contagioso, los arboles mueren inertes, inmutables ante una brisa tácita que nunca pasó, toda la creación está aturdida por algo q no existe, q nunca existió.... o mas bien nunca deberia haber existido.
pero igualmente dejó huella en un camino donde no debería haber pasado, pero q igualmente pasó. esas huellas humean veneno, no fue invitada a bailar pero igualmente bailó. y sin querer o sin ver las consecuencias destruyó todo un mundo en un abrir y cerrar de ojos.
ahora q se ha ido, vuelvo a ver mi bosque opaco, quemado y consumido por las llamas. cortezas de ceniza y hojas marchitas. todas las voces de todos mis arboles están muertas. sus lenguas arrancadas por el egoísmo y la indiferencia. como puede ella sonreir? dsps de todo lo que ha pasado, dsps de todo lo que se ha dicho, como puede? veo en su sonrisa, ya no el resonar de coros celestiales, sino una mueca burlona y fea, que inspira rechazo y náuseas. tus ojos ya no son dos estrellas brillando en la inmensidad del cielo, se han tranformado en dos horribles pozos negros de maldad, que atraviesan todo el espacio hasta la profundidad de mi alma, pero lastiman y envenenan. me lastiman pq conocen todos mis sueños, mis ideas y mis temores. me lastiman pq no quiero verlos jamás.
ojalá pudiera borrarte de mi memoria como un mal sueño, un error en mi psiquis, algo ya no deseado ni presente. pero me cuesta, mi mente es recursiva y lenta para el adiós.
no tenés trono en mi panteón, ni número ni voz, ni miradas ni sonrisas, ni siquiera un nombre. no sos nada, pero fuiste mi todo. y ahora q moriste, no se que hacer con el recuerdo de tu perfume. no tengo cajones donde poner tu cuerpo, ni tierra donde enterrarte. pero como vos hiciste conmigo una vez, voy a dejarte tirada, voy a darte por muerta y dejar que mi corazon se enfríe y endurezca... una vez mas. pero a diferencia tuya, te dejo en buenas manos, o eso creo. tmp voy a buscar dientes de oro en tu boca, ni a robar tus zapatos y tu libertad. no quiero nada q venga de vos, q me haga recordar mi error.
otra cicatriz danza en mi alma, pero así como todas las otras, voy a sobrevivirte.
asi q adiós.

en menos de un mes es mi cumple n___n
(para los colgados, es el 22 de septiembre...)

y me aburrí de mi barba... me harté, pero me da cosa afeitarla. asi q me la dejo... por ahora.

todos estan muy silenciosos... nadie dice nada, ni siquiera mi propia sangre. es como estar aturdido y no oir nada. quizas tenga q buscar en otro lado. o mejor dicho, no-buscar y encontrar.

there's always a catch.

Survival of the Fittest

2008-08-24T14:51:00.008-03:00

Nuevo diseño del blog!

Ya hacía como 4 años q tenía el otro...
que no era un diseño sino una cuasi-armónica distribucion
de caracteres y/o imágenes aleatorias.

No tengo mucho q decir... pq no se que quiero decir y que no. Tengo como un mundo de angustias sobre los hombros, pero mirando mi horizonte deberia estar feliz. Pero no se. No lo soy. No que sea infeliz tmp, sino q estoy como gris... Creo que las angustias recientes compensan las felicidades actuales, dando un balance nulo. Estoy harto de mis propios subterfugios y planes retorcidos y malignos. Voy a decir todo lo que me pasa y todo lo que me parece... pero no acá, pq no sirve de nada. Go to the source, and strike hard.

Buen, me duermo, asi que les dejo un escrito minimalista (?) q escribí en mi celular en algun viaje deprimente introspectivo:

"Both the comfort of solitude and the frustration of loneliness surrounds me. You'd never imagine how hard it is to smile
when the whole world is breaking violently in front of you.
You cannot save her.
She's dead.
She always was, only you are so fucking stubborn
you didn't want to realize it.
Now you are free from your own stupidity...
Be your own wolf.
Be yourself."

I have dreamed a dream,
but now that dream has gone from me

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The Things That I Want

2008-08-19T10:47:00.005-03:00

meet R.

eeeeehh eeeeehhh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh

volví n.n

y he aqui un video mostrando los contenidos aventuristicos de mi periplo:

"Supervivencia en las Cumbres del Cerro Otto Eduard Leopold von Bismarck-Schönhausen"

la pasé MUY bien =)
a los q me mandaron mensajes y cositas... chocolate ♥

y a los q no... hay TABLA.
dsps subo algunas fotos y el otro video ventoso.

y ahora, un poema del rey de reyes, Neil Gaiman... titulado:

The Day the Saucers Came

That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn't notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-man's nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold, and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling gods day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day, the day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of the Time Machine day,
You didn't notice any of this because

You were sitting in your room, not doing anything
Not even reading, not really, just looking at your telephone,
Wondering if I was going to call.

ring, ring.

Too Stubborn to Die

2008-08-12T10:02:00.005-03:00

When will I know that I really can't go
To the well once more - time to decide on.
Well it's killing me, when will I really see,
all that I need to look inside.
Come to belive that I better not leave
before I get my chance to ride,
Well it's killing me, what do I really need
all that I need to look inside.

Hey oh... listen what I say oh
Come back and hey oh, look at what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go - hey oh, woah...
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
where it's all white as snow,
Privately divided by a world so undecided
and there's nowhere to go;
Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder
and it's all white as snow,
Running through the field
where all my tracks will be concealed
and there's nowhere to go.

cállese la boca borrach@, me fui a la nieve
n_____n

volveré y seré millones... de cuentos y escritos fumados =)

meet W.

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The Triune Talks

2008-08-04T13:57:00.010-03:00

W: No nos importa nada, las cosas siguen... como agua por debajo de un puente. No miramos hacia adelante ni hacia atrás. Miro el ahora para no tropezarnos y poder seguir adelante. Debe tener sus razones y algun dia las entenderemos. Nadie pierde, nadie gana. Es lo justo. Los días pasan, las noches siguen iguales. No le veo nada malo a su decisión.

C: Eso es pq sos un imbécil, W. Nos odia, nos desprecia. Escupe veneno sobre nosotros, y vos te quedás ahi mirando, inmutable como siempre. Realmente no nos entiendo. Se mofa de nosotros, escuchenme bien, a nuestras espaldas suelta carcajadas señalando nuestras falencias. Se retuerce como una víbora en nuestro lado ciego, pero frente a nuestras garras se muestra como un inocente cordero... Si me dejaran la corona, podría agarrar su triste pescuezo y...

W: Silencio. No dejaremos que tengas nuestra corona otra vez. La ultima vez fue... desastroso. Fue un error y todos pagamos por ello. Deberias dejar de soñar con el control de nosotros, C.

C: Algún dia vas a respetar nuestras majestuosas alas, W. Vas a ver como tus grises y mugrosas garras no llegan tan alto.

W: Puedes bajar la voz, C.? Vas a despertarlo. Además deberias ya saber que no puedes rebelarte contra nosotros, somos parte de ti. Y eso nunca cambiará.

C: A la mierda con el enano, si se despierta se despierta. Siempre está durmiendo igual. Construimos todo esto sin él, no se lo merece.

W: No recuerdo que tengamos la autoridad como para decir quien merece que en este reino.

C: Estás escuchandome? W., al menos nosotros luchamos por esto. El bicho ese siempre duerme y sueña escapandole a los problemas. Y cuando despierta es el amo y señor de todo. Y no podemos decir nada al respecto, inmediatamente nos quedamos mudos cuando abre los ojos.

W: Siempre tenemos voz. Sólo que a veces no queremos que tú hables. Siempre estamos ahi, somos el juez...

C: La justicia es ciega entonces...

R: Hmmm, why are you talking so loud, loves?

C: Dajj, se despertó.

W: Bienvenido de vuelta, R. Has dormido bien?

R: I had a wonderful dream... You were also in it. It was snowing, the morning sun was flooding the room swiftly through a pale glass in a very old house. We looked around and saw her. A sweet and soft young lady sleeping by our side. I could hear her slow breathing next to us, and her soft and naked back danced at the rythm of her lungs. We smiled watching her awaking and looking at us with those pretty and blue eyes full of love and peace. We were happy.

W: Eso suena bastante bien, R.

C: Pura porquería poética, enano... aunque quizas valga la pena. Si no, siempre hay algo para romper y descargarse.

R: You're very cute, birdie *yawns* Did I miss something?

W: Otro intento fallido. No vimos la necesidad de despertarte, pequeño. Ya C. y yo terminamos todo. Aún queda un item faltante, pero ya no la incluye.

R: Poor thing, she looks so promising. Maybe later she'll understand... or maybe not. Who made the choice?

W: Fue algo conjunto. Fueron varias las oportunidades que tuvo...

R: Oh, I see... Then she was a very good candidate. Are you sure she doesn't deserve another shot?

C: Ni loco, la loca nos hizo otra herida...

W: Otra mas? No estaba enterado de eso...

C: Se, es que me la hizo a mi... No quiero hablar de eso.

R: Aw, little bird... Don't be afraid to admit that even you can be hurt by others.

C: Calláte, enano.

W: Ya, ya. Todos lamentamos que ella se haya ido, pero fue SU decision. No podemos obligar a nadie a que nos ame o nos odie. Es su prerrogativa. Las cosas siguen en nuestro reino pase lo que pase. Es mejor no tener reina que tener una mala reina.

C: Una reina mentirosa que nos apuñala por atrás y me deja desangrandome en el piso?

W: Cuanto melodrama que vuela en el aire..

R: I think we should still love her. She's very pretty, and sweet and she fits very well. Look at that little nose, she soo cute.. don't you think?

W: Si realmente lo crees, la desicion ya ha sido tomada entonces.

NEW!

http://agmaro.livejournal.com

Fables and Reflections

2008-07-28T20:17:00.006-03:00

I don't love you now. Not anymore...
and I'm beginning to think I never did.
Maybe I just got curious about you.
Maybe I thought you were someone else.

But now I've found my arrows.

It's over.

What if I told you I was able to turn back time 2 months from now? To change things that shouldn't have happened? I've seen it. And I didn't liked it. The knowledge itself changes things as I walk my past once again.

Nobody said I was a good guy, neither a bad guy. I'm just me.

But now it's time to stop battling with blunt swords and dream's shields. It's time to embrace my own demons, let them play in my world. To embrace my darkness, and be at peace with myself.

And doing so, the first thing I realize is I don't like you. At all.
Cause you're still in that sick and endless struggle, deaf and blind, fighting yourself.

And you know what? I just don't care.
I've tried, believe me, but you just wouldn't listen.

So goodbye, I pray good God you find your way sometime soon.
But I won't be there with you, I'm sorry.

I'm meant for diamonds, not for coal.

And as I rise from your sad and self-made foxhole, I see a new sky and a new earth, full of hope and love.

And I smile.

I am at peace.

are you?

No More Keeping My Feet Off The Ground

2008-07-25T10:06:00.006-03:00

Shedding my shirt, my book, my coat, my life
Leaving them, empty husks and fallen leaves
Going in search of food and for a spring
Of sweet water.

I'll find a tree as wide as ten fat men
Clear water rilling over its gray roots
Berries I'll find, and crabapples and nuts,
And call it home.

I'll tell the wind my name, and no one else.
True madness takes or leaves us
in the wood halfway through all our lives.
My skin will be my face now.

I must be nuts.
Sense left with shoes and house,
my guts are cramped.
I'll stumble through the green back to my roots,
and leaves and thorns and buds, and shiver.
I'll leave the way of words to walk the wood
I'll be the forest's man, and greet the sun,
And feel the silence blossom on my tongue like language.

As I write this now, it occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas--abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken--and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.

estoy contento =)

gracias ♥

If you're good at something, never do it for free.

Sleep of the Just

2008-07-21T14:12:00.012-03:00

just chill

Mom used to say "Whatever you do, do it right. Enjoy what you do. Even if you don't do what others say you must do, do it right. Do it with all your heart. Even if some say you mustn't".

And so I did it. All my life.
But sometimes I think... How can others know what I should be doing? Isn't that my own pregorrative? Mine, and no others.

Even if you don't do what others say you must do, do it right.

And so I did.

I'm sorry.

ultimamente escribo mucho en inglés... y acá está un hibrido mutante de mi cuento "The First One Awake":

Human beings are fond to tell the story of this World as a succession of events. One thing, then another thing. One event after the other. First darkness, then light. But it wasn't like that. There was a time where there was no time. The passage from the First Day to the Second Day it's more like a birth. Passing from one dark womb to a colorful world. I saw the Endless Darkness. Before time and before light. I was there. Among endless forests of darkness, a dark wind chilling the night, no genders no names. Nothing. Just an eternal void, cold and thick surrounding everything.

I was there.

I am the First Being ever created.

God created me as a companion, as a sentient spectator of His work. To make note of all His creations, in my mind. God created me before light, before seas, Adam, Eve, and even before Lilith. I was there before the Morningstar, before Michael. Before all the vast hosts of angels sung their first note of worship to the Triune Throne. I remember that stunning silence. Earth was so silent. I still remember it... like an endless ocean with no tides, no wind. Nothing, and still... so amazingly beautiful.

He spoke to me, ten thousand blazing thunders piercing the cold nothing that surrounded me in one heartbeat. He told me my mission. He was Three, yet He was One. God created me and gave me endless power. As all His creations, I have a purpose. To monitor the Creation until the End of Time.

Then came the angels. Endless armies of Thrones, Archangels, Seraphims, Cherubims and all the others. Each one unique as a snowflake, perfect, and beautiful I find it impossible to describe them with this simple words. Then I met the Morningstar. I remember having endless talks with Lucifer, he was such a cunning being, and like a sponge he absorbed every word I told him. A little sarcastic and overconfident, but noble... at least at that time. He was God's Shepherd of Suns, the keeper of His Holy Light in the endless darkness. Burning up the Suns of all Creation, spreading His holy Light across the universe. He was the First of the Celestials. He is like a brother to me, a very little and stupid brother. He broke a lot of hearts... See, he was jealous. Jealous of me, jealous of God, my powers, my special relation with God. I am the Right Hand of the Triune Throne. His Will is my action, I'm responsible of every little thing that was created. Lucifer envied this, he wanted to control and enslave Creation. And so, he rebelled against us. He took a vast number of the most powerful angels with him, luring them with traps and lies. Blinded by their greed and lust for power, they followed him. They never even dreamed of the consequences. He was, indeed, the Great Deceiver.

I always hated wars. Messy and violent. Since that moment I'm scared of the warfare ability of Heaven, and even my own. Such lust for adrenaline and destruction, of blood and honor. It was really hard to shrug it of my mind.

After the First War, the world as it is was damaged. Endless trees and beings with their unique voices, all gone. Entire species destroyed in a glimpse by his lust for power. Some disappeared and some were left on the brink of destruction, to slowly wither like dead leaves. I'll never forgive Lucifer for that. I wanted him dead. But He had other plans for him. He held my hand, and I left Lucifer alive at the end of the world, not for pity's sake, but for God's command. I remember his last words: "Forgive me, brother. One day you'll see it more clearly..." Then they took him. For thousands of thousands of years he was chained, powerless, his wings clipped and his voice gone for eons.

I was furious. It's been a long time since I felt such strong emotions. Fury that could break reality as thunders through the night, sadness that could drown the world with my tears... and I once felt joy. Oh, how I miss the joy. That immeasurable happiness, consuming, overwhelming. Without wolves lurking the borders, without Death or Sin.

After the War, we all started to rebuild the damaged reality. I was everywhere. Mountains were brought back to touch the skies, forests were blooming again. Animals in the vast term of the word were again running wild on Earth. Lucifer was trapped in the void between the Kingdom and Earth, forever slave in the Realms of the Dead. At least for a while, 'til God walked among men more exactly.

Then came Adam. And all humanity. Delicate, but not fragile. I once saw Adam, we had a long talk. He was such a wise being, a little too curious. More close to the Creation than angels do. Human beings have such a wonderful way of relating with this world. They can be part of every little spark of life on Earth. Their souls are unique, imperfect and, even if they find it hard to acknowledge, eternal. Just like me. But they have a fleshful beginning, and a death. I saw human beings only for a glimpse. But I loved them as I love every star on the sky.

God denied me the intervention in human history, not yet though. Right before creating humankind, He told time had come for me to sleep in His holy Mind. It wasn't like the Nirvana the buddhists claim to achieve. I wasn't a tear of blood in the ocean, funding my being with His. It's hard to explain with these narrow and mortal words and thoughts. I slept within God’s warm embrace for thousands of years. I was aware of every action and thought of each and every one of His creations, but I couldn't intervene, not yet.

Life. Such a simple thing, yet every human being misunderstand it. Life is so simple. It's like every being created by the Almighty was a fish. A wonderful and unique fish, consumed by an unbearable desire for water in an endless boat's deck, his only purpose to get back to the sea. Struggling for years listening to the ocean's call, it finally gets there: Heaven. Or is caught by the fishermen and is eaten by its own sins: Hell. Simple as that.

I'm a little more complex kind of "fish". It's like I was born in the middle of the desert of this reality, before the seas even existed, but hearing constantly its tune. You couldn't even imagine how many ages I remained in that state. Once I knew there was water in the world, with great effort I walked without any feet to the shore and was allowed to taste just a sip of the sea. Then I drowned in my own body and stood dead for millennia. When I woke up, I found myself once again a slave in the desert, but without being capable of returning to the sea ever again. And all I can hear is the ocean's call. I’m trapped forever under this bright sun, until the end of the very Time I once saw start. I am eternal, but eternity is not the kind of thing you think it is. I'm not alive, but I'm not dead.

dream a little dream of me ♥

Novocaine for the Soul

2008-07-17T13:39:00.007-03:00

sueño de hace un tiempito:

I dreamed I was at the end of worlds... or at worlds' end. I don't remember anymore. I was surrounded by pale people, they we're very worried and crying and moaning. But I couldn't find the words to tell them the real meaning of the end of everything. It wasn't just the end of life, like death. It was even the end of death, except she would be the last to leave. She'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind her when she leaves. It was the purpose of all things. As they once started to be, so shall they must stop existing. It wasn't something bad or cruel or unfair. It was something that will happen.

In my dream I was in the middle of the storm, calm, telling stories to the people. I even told them that the end of worlds wasn't only a somewhere, but also a moment and a person. Everything's gonna end sometime, or somewhere. Or someone. And all I could think about is that I never had the opportunity to raise a family, to have my own children.

Then Everything started to collapse. The Sun went off, the Earth went gray. Everything started to die, some suddenly, some fading away. I stood there, as Death approached singing a song I'll never forget nor sang again. She told me that her job was over, her duty finished.

Told me I was the End of The World.

And she left.

A veces me gustaria q mi vida sea mas mediocre. Mas dramatica, mas edgie, mas imperfecta. Sé q no es perfecta, lejos de eso. Pero me gustaria q sea distinta. Con mas sentimientos, si es q eso tiene algun sentido. Estoy cansado de controlar tanto todo, y q todo sea tan controlable. Tan predecible, tan planificado. Tan seguro.

No es un bache nihilistico, ni nada por el estilo. Es mas un sneak-peek a una realidad diferente, insatisfecha por los resultados. Creo q igual sería capaz de reaccionar y esquivar, de ver el panorama y actuar. Pero a veces me gustaría chocarme con la gente por la calle, pisar un charco, tropezarme, romper algo, lastimarme. Enamorarme.

A veces me siento como un soldado marchando al compás de sus propios planes, contrario a todo el resto. Mirando de frente el futuro y la verdad de las cosas, mientras todos viven sus vidas felices pero imperfectas. No q la mia sea perfecta, repito... pero es mas planificada, y en mis planes no hay lugar para errores. A veces odio mi inaccion e inercia frente a situaciones riesgosas, es preferible no jugar q perder. Pero a veces todo lo q importa es jugar. Sin importar el resultado. "Ganamos, perdimos, igual nos divertimos" Nunca me gustó esa frase, completamente idiota y manipuladora. A un lado hablaba el gurú de la verdad. Sólo, frío... pero consciente de cada aspecto de la realidad.

Sería mejor siendo normal? Viviendo una vida promedio, con errores y falencias, desaciertos y problemas. Sin un Norte al frente, con un Sur recurrente y absorbentemente traumatico, Estes y Oestes equivalentes y ausentes. No me gusta tener los ojos abiertos, bah, no siempre.

Solo espero, q todo este esfuerzo haya valido la pena. Con uds, con ella, con todos. Todavia falta mucho, pero igual ya soy consciente de cada día de mi vida y sus exigencias. Contabilizando cada lagrima y cada sonrisa, la vida parece aburrida y vacía.

Al menos, sé hacia donde voy... no?

This is all we need. A couple of smokes, a cup of coffee,
and a little bit of conversation. You and me and five bucks.

Delirium & Dream

2008-07-15T13:56:00.007-03:00

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Charlas Idiotas de Romanos

2008-07-14T12:58:00.006-03:00

Lo siguiente puede haber pasado o no en mi casa el viernes pasado. Los nombres se han modificado para proteger las identidades de los sujetos involucrados.

Apollo: Uhmm, esa carne estaba espectacularr. Parecía un cadaver cuando la saqué del tupper. No se, man... A veces me gustaría una chica que sea así como yo, no taaan igual pero como parecida a mi en algunos aspectos.

Gerundio: Nerd? Mirá, al pelado le saqué los dos brazos y la cabeza, jajaja.

Apollo: Mmmm... see, sabés q bueno q estaría? Decir "Chewbacca" y q no piensen q te atragantaste con algo o poder jugar al juego de gladiadores y q te gane. Cuidado con la arquera... Choto, te dije. Es malísimo tu nuevo ataque de "parar flechas con el esternón"

Gerundio: Cállese. Se, lo pensé. Pero las minas nerds siempre son feas. O aburridas. O AMBAS. Jaja, le hago la jabalina humana al enano negro?

Apollo: Imaginate a no se, Pedrito versión mujer, pero así toda bárbara y modelo. Sería re copada! Cuidado con la vida, tas hecho mierda...

Gerundio: Te pegarías un tiro, Pedrito es la persona mas aburrida del mundo. Imaginate a... Patricia, pero bárbara, sería la novia perfecta. 125 mil puntos, puto! Cállese la boca, hay que fumar.

Apollo: Na, Patricia es copada, pero está muy loca. Aunque quizás si estuviera barbara te importaria un carajo q haga malabares sentimentales y le guste el reggae.

Gerundio: O sino... imaginate q yo fuera mujer.

Apollo: Si vos fueras mujer, serías terrible lesbiana.

Gerundio: Je je je je.

Apollo: Y esa risa a lo Homero Simpson corroboró todas mis teorías. Uh, esta arena es la de los pozos con fuego?

Gerundio: Oh, si.

Apollo: Oh, veo que tiene muchos romanos vivos. Hay que hacer algo al respecto.

Roman Spotlight!

That Old Familiar Feeling

2008-07-03T13:36:00.007-03:00

Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit.

iba a postear algo acá asi largo y profundo e inspirador, pero la verdad se me fue de la cabeza.
mi mente es un lugar impredecible, por eso escribo todo ni bien se me ocurre pq sino... it's gone.

gone going, gone everything, gone give a damn ♫

sólo voy a decir 3 cosas:

1) soy ciclotimico. preparense.

2) me parece RE idiota ponerse "in a relationship with..." y la persona en facebook. creepy.

3) la coca light es un ASCO.

aunque estoy escribiendo mucho en mi cuento sobre "The First", no tengo nada para subir.
sé q esperaban un post largo y copado, o uno de mis cuentos espontaneos, lamento decepcionarlos, pequeños simios.

NO! no voy a ir ahi. no otra vez. escucho el aleteo de sus negras alas, pero no voy a dejar q entre otra vez...

basta, mi trinidad se está rebelando. chau.

I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me.
I've got a job to do, and I do it.
Listen: even as we're talking,
I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty,
those who die together and those who die alone.
I'm in cars and boats and planes;
in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs.
For some folks death is a release,
and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing.
But in the end,
I'm there for all of them.