Sunday, September 11, 2005
Illnesses More Condition_symptoms
he is wearing long sleeves and slippers. Cold mornings. Wet morning. Evening to resguardecerse. Quiet nights and melancholy. Autumn begins. Time to fulfill the dreams. Time to start the countdown.
I reinvented. Almost two months ago I'm not the same. The last of my old skin scales have been washed by rain and shakes languish with amazing satisfaction autoreafirmación uncontrolled momentum.
I see the world for the first time with my eyes. With my eyes. UNo world I like, because it is "my" world. Satisfied with who I am in the world around me. Satisfied with my peculiar individuality. Not sitting in a cloud trying to see the world from above. Stepping on the mud and be proud of it. Not to seek false masks to try to trade with me personality tailored to strangers. Feel special without having to convince myself or others. Sorry
substance and form to occupy a space between you. Together with you. The fulcrum on which to move my world is in my hand. And that's all I can offer.
** A dream is a wish and a need. I will realize a dream: Now that I have no ties want to tour Europe, the cynical old continent
Sunday, September 4, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Rabbit Automatic Watering System Dreams projected on a screen
in that movie since summer saw the three of Superman, ET, Alice in Wonderland, The Return of the Jedi and Batman (the Adam West). I started with the fantastic. After the years and have seen almost everything of which I am ashamed to admit (Police Academy, Porky's, or Leslie Nielsen). But great films have passed through my retinas, would be impossible to list them all, but film directors such as Fellini, Capra, Kazan, Wilder, Kurosawa, Spielberg, Scorsese, Wenders, Bergman, Carpenter,
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
Birthday Cakes Dirt Bikes Vincent
"I'm possessed by this house, I will never leave."
Her mother replied, "Not you possessed, and these half-dead,
And neither are you mad or tormented, man.
Go play with other children will demand it. "
His mother left the room.
creaked, trembled and stood atop horrible madness.
And heard his wife call him from the other side.
CHfeelings and I with dreams.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Pain Ovulating Running From dawn to dusk
If you take one foot forward, the other will advance one step further. The foot is off the ground, stop contact with the earth, and the partner will stand firm in it. Safe passage leads to another. And when you want to realize you're walking. Freeze
ether around you, look at the bodies, objects held by the breath of god, we created some thousands of years. But keep going. No matter where you go. Does it matter? Mind going forward, no prizes, no glory, no applause. There is no heavenly reward. And
foot tingling feeling. Increasingly less time in the ground, he slides faster. A small jump, and a brief but intense airborne. Gravity reminds you whereTAS subject, but you can jump again. Now forward, away leg of another. A big leap. I seem lighter and more fun. And a childhood memory in a flash back nostalgic.
The steps are longer, and for a brief moment you are suspended in a vacuum, to return to playing field. You're not walking, you're jumping. Forward. And faster and faster. The heart quickens, the eyes become brighter, and dreams are stirred as the temperature revitalizing uploads.
Now you're running. Permeate both legs in unison, rhythmically. Almost without realizing the wind hits your face as affectionate slap on the back that gives you a friend. A friend who welcomes you. A slight sonrisa sticking out your face and a small tear escapes your eye, lagging. Treasuring a little sadness, saying goodbye while watching you walk away.
and run, run without stopping, without paying attention to the flip flops are the best shoes for running, or bloody wounds. Because it does not matter now. Matter because I like to run. That child is having fun. And over your head the stars and moon are spinning in the sky to awaken the imagination ...
** I have many plans, short and long term. I do not know if successful. But long ago he had no plans that thrills me. And to think that loneliness may disappear someday.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Quotes To Write On A Wedding Card
Your freedom has a price and availability. Just watch it on your payroll. And then we'll die happy, after paying a mortgage, or two if we're lucky to be able to move house. All this in exchange for 8 hours a day, not less. So
gigs to stop being people (naive, we are just numbers), do our duty, we pay our debts that never wanted to be, and the state just for existing.
Oh, and do not forget us insurance for our physical integrity has a price, and to pay
Friday, July 8, 2005
Friday, July 1, 2005
Blue Prints On How To Build Your Onplayset
"Before you are 53."
What? A morning loss. At least I have a favor to a colleague. I get home at 13:30 . Finally. I watch my bank account online. What for? I have only 64 cents . What? I find that I have
€ -17.65.
Why? Plays tomorrow find out, but I have worried. I go to Our Lady of Fatima Hospital (give me bad weed, and more with names of saints) to seea cousin who have operated and barely have seen a couple of times in my life. I take the bus and just my bonus, argh. I get off. Ask a passerby tells me. Walk. Long walk. Arrived. It is the Clinica Santa Isabel. What? Is wrong and I find that I'm on the other side. Pass go, my act of good will is useless. Heat, without bonobos walk back home.
I get home. I am overwhelmed and I'm going to the comic book store. Echo a while. I bought some comics
the previews that I have arrived. Payment and stay with just over a euro. On the way I hear
Blues. Oysters! concerts Valley Gardens! not remember me. I remember the entrance fee is € 3
. Argh. And always feel like a beer. And I like to go alone and together. I did not bother to call anyone because no one with whom to go. Or pasta with pay. I love the blues. A very pretty girl that comes into the garden smiles. Ouch! What about me as I enter? Rodeo gardens. There is a street that circles, you hear quite well there. I stay a while sitting outside in an alley,
in soil, and the people inside.
The stir my melancholy blues. I like coconut. The last few weeks have been good and somehow miss someone . Finally,