Fiore's Dreamspace

The Take Over

2010-09-15T00:49:00.000-06:00

Once upon a time I dreamed
Once upon a night I wasted
Cups of everlasting life
drew me closer to our fearless ending.
For the spring of all waters flows
from the core of imagination
up the hills where my sins are exposed
where my secrets divorced my treasures.
That was the crime scene, the witness
as I strangled it with my own fingers
I shushed its silent agony
with the kiss of red, tormented heavens.
I saw it drawning at the shores of my feet
begging for my sight, my dementia
I swear I almost heard it believe
it could float from the sea of desertion.
But as poetry took over me
through the showers of thoughts of redemption
I abbandoned my sweetest of exertions
I let my idea survive.
I should have killed! I regret tonight
cause the pink and the orange cause damage
I would never surrender, the sand
on my feet hasn't settled, it can't.

Dream awake

2010-06-20T08:48:00.000-06:00

Today I was to believe in a city
in which time and space
mean little to nothing.
I was to chase dreams at the shore
of deserting opportunities.
Today I was to write about hope,
about faith and grace...
No word escapes my mind
because tonight
I am to write of survival.
In this world it is more important
to learn to seem
rather than to truly be.
My land is saturated of an oil so thick
it burns my wings to the sun,
it sells my ideas to the lord of ineptitude.
Today I am afraid of standing
on my feet, pretending.
Today I was to spend
the savings of my sweat
on the promise of tears trading.
Today I was to play
the moon for a sorority,
to win the world and own it
on a credit contract.
Today I could be happier and have a debtor,
could save a thief from condemnation.
I was to rest and dream awake.

Like a Picture

2010-06-07T08:47:00.000-06:00

like running waters through a leak
inundating my belongings
like a fever to the sick
helplessly, it stays, it owns me.
creeping through the windows
crawling down to my foundations
like a rush of adrenaline
it recreates sensations.
moments come and get away
passing by like angels
saturating the atmosphere
of colors ever-fading.
the moon sneaking up the limits
like the sun, on fire, closer
to the reckon of your moving lips
in the air of things unspoken.
writing reasons on my doubts
giving my willingness excuses
pouring down again my heart
the truth becoming now my token.
while time plays games in my head
i drink a tea with your absence
so that you might think of me
as your immovable partner.

Steadfast,
standing still
like a picture
of you and me...

Phrase

2010-05-27T09:06:00.000-06:00

there's a phrase resounding all over the place
every inch, every spider has heard the secret
like if humanity all of the sudden had turn out deaf
to the mystery being alive truly embeds...
that phrase...
there's a storm ever changing upon my head
dropping every hope, silencing haven
darkening my skies with chocolate and navy
gravel and gold, fullness and empty.
still that phrase...
there's a voice screaming, it talks to me in whispers
ever leaving the place i wander, it follows
every step I fail to take, it tortures me constantly
making me feel hollow, confronting me straight ahead:
reminding me of that phrase
signing it with your name...
wishing my lips could ever
articulate it in your presence.

The Wake

2010-04-22T08:47:00.000-06:00

the wake surprised me
like death does the thief,
like hunger to the poor
the wake attacked me.
and on my feet I allayed
the reasons for surrender,
confessions of the blind,
and on my feet I prayed.
Standing, just there,
just as still as the breeze
the wake took my skin,
tinted red covering layers.
the wake brought hope
the encouragement
excuses for breathing
but no peaceful thoughts.
the wake was tough
the sunrise bloody.
dawn of merciful torture,
of charm, of pain,
of everyday living.

tonight

2010-03-25T03:27:00.001-06:00

Silence...
Everything stands still
the beat keeps playing
I'm immobile
I'm waiting
I'm fixed
I'm mesmerized
The fingertips of haven
follow my curves
to the end of my patience
I'm trying
remaining
I'm hypnotized
Breaking
like thin ice
over the weight of your smile
melting skies
into a blue and green sunrise
Not fast enough for comprehension
not slow enough for admiration
I'm completely in your arms
I can't pretend
I can't get it straight
No time to ask
No space for doubts
Nowhere to hide.
Parked around the bright and cold
stationary notes of hope
get us trapped right now
like the sea
it is high tide
and with not a whisper
not a kiss
I'm yours tonight...

Coming back

2010-01-12T17:16:00.001-06:00

If the trumpets claim my victory
why do I feel like I've lost it all?
If I knew better
that blue shadow
staring at me
at the door...
Dead has danced around me
it has feasted with all my friends
I find it hard to stay focused
on the thought "it'll all be okay"
If I could tell
all the truth
If all them knew
oh If they find out!
I can feel your effective guilt trips
climbing from my veins to my mouth.
If I feel your arms around me
why do I still feel lonely?
Why are the trumpets
playing non-stopping
that same tune once
represented love?
Like the beats of expiration
I'll recite my vows to you
and I'll face the crowd, oblivious
of what they really meant to you.
If they believe in me a hero
I will not deny the laurel crown
but do not forget for your own sake
the truth is still alive,
it breathes,
it has a name,
it is jealous,
it demands.
And you know sooner than later
I am coming back.

YET

2009-11-11T18:45:00.000-06:00

It's not even raining
yet everything's falling wet
The wind is not even blowing hard
Clouds seem to be not as thick as yesterday
they're almost white, yet it's overcast
yet I miss you, and yet I lie.

The clock keeps ticking at the same pace
keeps holding the world awake,
spinning at his musical stream
-like a Little Rock in The River-
keeps me from pronouncing your name.
Yet I want to, and yet I try.

Drop, drop, ever-ending season
While the leaves in the trees
keep the secrecy of your treason to the world...
leaves switch colors, leaves change tone
they unveil me clear and stoned
And yet they care, and yet they don't.

Just like the midst, invisible to those who dance...
Just like air in the space between a "try to" and to fail...
Just like you and me
this season creates a poison to forget
to love again, to unforgettably, regretfully rest.
Yet I believe, yet you hide.

Things haven't changed much ever since
Just the weather, just the reason
to fail once more, to attempt a riddle.
Spiderweb, seventh sense, unspoken wonder,
Haven's rhythm, Hell's complain, my babe:
It's all the same... yet you are written, yet I stand.

2009-08-31T23:24:00.002-06:00

Este amor que se me escapa de las manos es errado,
se ha entregado a la justicia de su naturaleza...
si fuese Dios no doleria tanto.
Es el mundo
son los humanos
como si, construidos de metal y asfalto, y disfrazados de algodon y seda, atentaran encajar unos con otros, consiguiendo solamente un colapso.

I wish u well...

2009-08-22T14:39:00.002-06:00

i just wish you would get to know my true colors...
wish i could tell you
only you
how much i hate you, how much i love you
wish i could smack the floor with your head
and nurse you later with tender care
pretending it was all your fault...
wish you found out im a snake
and you my friend,
regardless of what you claim to be
i wish you could see
you are my rat...
my nasty, disgusting, gross rat...
the one i deserve, the one i have created
the one i love.

2009-06-28T03:06:00.000-06:00

I missed you tonight... heck I missed you! Seems my blood assimilated your poison a little too well... it still burns my am. Every morning the first pulsation in my head, killing my reason; in every step the shadows chasing me away from freedom. It is precise my friend, that we get it straight before I lose my sanity. I'm missing you like crazy.

2009-04-28T12:32:00.000-06:00

If it wasn't for your voice on the telephone,
the rain would weight a sea on my back,
the storm would push the limits of the imaginary.
If it wasn't for the certainty of disaster
I would swear I dreamed on an angel's attack
to take over my heart, my all, the nothing I own.

If it wasn't for the absence of a heartbeat in my chest
I could have sworn last night you conquered my love.
But I'm sure you called, cos my blood doesn't run
cos I could not possibly live on such a paradox
for my heart is already taken,
I can't let you conquer what's already yours.

2009-04-13T16:22:00.002-06:00

Es un dia gris como todos; haga sol, llueva, truene o relampaguee.
A estas alturas del partido deberia de haber colgado los guantes. Verdaderamente, no hay nada digno por lo que luchar, ya no hay... mas que solo espera. Paciencia, vegestorio inutil, paciencia!

Resolution

2009-03-29T22:44:00.001-06:00

The beams of mercy
cover every reflective spot
but the warmth is not
the shadows roam
like there is no sketch,
No amnesty.

And the blaze of color
ignites the glare
imminent disaster
I stare in distress
like there is no pride,
No forgiveness.

The hazel is fading out
the argue is mute
and the silence too loud.
No oath was taken
No race to run
No indulgences.

Lo inexistente

2009-03-19T01:26:00.002-06:00

Sos el intrigante deseo de inhalar aire-amoniaco.
Me tenes confundida, suspirando
como dormida
en la imagen de tu mirada congelada sobre mi.
Y me declaro adicta a las cosquillas infantiles
que, pese a los mortales gritos del silencio
siguen recorriendo lo que quiero tuyo;
mas no deberia.

Sos esa llama oculta en azul sereno.
Sos la calma en la tormenta que vos mismo
trajiste a mi.
Y si te vas y me ignoras
Sos la razon para luchar
para escribir.

Sos pues,
mucho mas que lo que mi fragil respirar
puede soportar...
Me fortaleces.
Sos lo que merecen los que se aman,
la noche.
Sos lo que se esconde en el monte rojizo
que nadie conoce
sino solo los que han muerto.

Sos el barco perdido en el mar de hielo,
embotellado;
la fabrica de nieve y niebla.
Sos mio, amante de lo desconocido.
Mi enigma
Mi paradoja
Lo inexistente,
Mio.
Sos el efecto de mi vicio.

To Chris

2009-03-19T01:18:00.004-06:00

There's something about this
something unknown
unexplainable
unbearable
something surreal.

There's nothing about this
nothing thrilled
heard
wrong
nothing foreseen.

There's craziness about this
crazy context
stories
feelings
crazy is it all.

But there's no way about this
No way to fight it
to deny it
to avoid it
No way to turn around.

So let me hid from this
from the impact
the unexplored
the magic
hide from your eyes;

for if I fix mi sight on them
I fix my wishes
my future
my expectations
I fix my "I am."

So then...

For there's something & nothing
Craziness & no way to scape,
let me hide from it
let me fix it
let this all be nonsense fate!

May we both
let it pour as if
it should rain...
I'll stand still
under whatever it may be
will come
or ain't.

Snow

2009-03-19T01:18:00.001-06:00

further... deeper than strong
the song of your maybes
plays in my heart over and over
like a hard rain
restores
the pieces -loose and hidden-
of my joy.

I'm a bumblebee fighting -got trapped
by the rhythm of your song-
a heart beat higher
like a hard rain
paralyzes
the reason -at the limits-
of my voice.

Crazier, faithfully truer
the brownish green of certainty
hits me to the ground/ and it's over
like a hard rain
frozen
in the ice of comfort zone/
of my yes.

Wilder, purer beyond control
the beauty of pretense
overflowing
like a storm
covers
all evidence of thought
And so it snows.

Forecast

2009-03-19T01:17:00.001-06:00

The winds of uncertainty pulling us closer to the second
so quickly, so abruptly, so majestically unfaithful
when impulsiveness and thought, both touch insanity.

The senseless ticking of the sun making us wander in redemption
of the incredulously joy, bogus cloud of hope, sensation
where humanity and soul, both meet insanity.

But you know me well enough, and I forget so little
that trying to run away gets me only mingled in the riddle
you cannot both understand and ignore

Anymore than I can help to stop right in the middle
and hesitant take a toe or two forward all
we cannot both want or not want to get more of.

No self control, no zodiac predicting new creeds
while I assimilate changes and realize this will not cede
you are lucky, only if you get to hate me first

so you could learn to like me more
than you could ever read.
-but you will not.

the secret held drafted

2009-01-06T23:44:00.005-06:00

Everytime I´m on my way back home after seing you, I find myself more and more fascinated with your only existance. You have captivated me in such a way I cannot explore -fear perhaps, call it mystery. And it is unbelievable I can yet behave and pretend to be nothing but your friend-if you want to see it that way, for something different is almost impossible to picture... the challenge makes it delightful to imagine.

Vivencias

2009-01-06T01:15:00.011-06:00

Caminaba con mi hermana -Diana- a la parada de buses. Nos dirigiamos a la reunion del voluntariado al que pertenecemos hace ya un par de años y en el que orgullosamente trabajamos. Caminaba sin reparar hacia donde es que iba, lo que mi presencia representaría. En el camino, una anciana ya cansada del castigo que el sol le otorgaba, llamo mi atencion. Un vestido viejisimo, de tela casi transparente, cubria su morena piel... solo Dios sabe cuanto habia sido lavada la pobre tela que seguia rindiendo su fiel proposito. Calzaba a duras penas lo que fue en vida util un par de zapatillas de lona, ya rotas de enfrente, remendadas ya varias veces, llenas de la tierra que han recorrido. La señora llevaba en su cabeza una bolsa grande, llena en apariencia de ropa unicamente... ¡pero quien sabe la verdad, porque pesaba como piedras de mar!

Se detuvo en un suspiro a limpiar el sudor de su frente, justo en frente de nosotras. Preferí ignorarla, pues no estaba en condiciones de ayudarla -al menos eso pensaba yo. Diana iba molesta conmigo, pues la reunion a la que ibamos iniciaba hacia media hora. Yo me atrase en el baño, en mi desesperacion por huir del calor inhumano que azotaba la ciudad. Asi que pasamos de largo, tratando de ignorar la fuerte mirada que nos siguio poco tiempo después. Llegando a la parada desee con el alma que la señora cambiase de rumbo. Pero no todo lo que uno quiere es lo que obtiene, sino lo que Dios dispone -sabiduría de abuela. Ella bajó con gran esfuerzo el bulto que cargaba. Y me miraba fijamente -como quien repiensa el movimiento necesario: una invitacion a lo debido, a lo frecuentemente ignorado. Yo la miraba de reojo, mientras intentaba ignorar su presencia a media conversacion superficial con Diana. No pude más. Me ganó el alma, volví mi mirada hacia ella. Inmediatamente -pareciera que solo esperaba un gesto mio para echar la vergüenza fuera- dirigió su humilde dialecto hacia mi.

-Que bonita estas cipota!-me dijo. Sonreí ocultando mi sorpresa, admirando la profundidad de sus ojos, la negrura de sus pupilas. -Gracias señora. ¡Tan Linda!- dije, sonriendo a Diana esta vez. Un trascendente silencio consumió cualquier pensamiento previo de las palabras que calculaba pronunciar. Ella perdió su mirada en la calle de donde esperabamos ver venir el transporte colectivo. Suspiró profundo. -¡Este calor si esta bien fuerte usted... -Dudo un momento, ocultando sus negras pupilas en el suelo - A ver si los muchachos me quieren llevar por 15 centavitos...- susurro con verguenza fingida. La tarifa regular es de 25 centavos dentro de la ciudad, 34 a la capital. Ella suspiro de nuevo, esperando ahora mi respuesta, levantando su mirada del suelo, viendome de reojo con pícara intención. No esperaba, por su apariencia tan humilde, que tuviera suficiente para viajar hacia... ¿donde?

- Y a donde es que va pues señora?- pregunte a media sonrisa. -Ahi por la fabrica de pinturas... la que esta por la tienda de Celulares alla en el centro... es que fijese que yo no tengo hogar- dijo con remarcable tristeza, mas transparente y sincera que aguas de manantial. No pude entender su explicacion... la ubicacion inexacta de su destino. En ese momento importaba tan poco, al oir su historia. -Yo vivo sola cn una cipota. Mis hijos todos me dejaron sola. Yo tenia mi puestecito de vender, lo que pudiera pues! Tomates y cebollas. Pero fijese que nosotras somos afectadas del incendio que hubo alla en el centro, y el gobierno no nos ha ayudado! viera! Para el terremoto del 2001, yo vivia en un pueblo de alla por Ayutuxtepeque. Mi casita era de Adobe y se me cayo. Pero el alcalde nos ayudo. Ese señor si que es bueno! Nos construyeron una casita de madera y lamina. Pero con los vientos fuertes del huracan... Adrian era, o no se como se llamaba! Viera usted, que se nos cayo la casa! Entonces fue que nos vinimos para la capital con la cipota, y puse mi puestecito en el mercado. Pero viera usted, que la cipota que cuido... esta muchacha ya! pero es discapacitada. Tiene "cuto" el pie, no camina. Asi que no puede trabajar, y no es estudiada. Yo me las he rebuscado siempre por las dos -la señora suspiro con tal dolor que senti consumirme en el aire que exhalaba, no sabia que contenia mis lagrimas dentro de mis ojos aun... -pero vea que Dios nunca nos abandona. Asi que despues del incendio me he quedado sin puesto y sin pisto! Sin casa otra vez-Las dos a punto de llanto, escondiendo nuestra verdadera cara tras una mascara de diplomacia y pena.

-Y donde es que esta viviendo ahora? Esta en algun refugio o con otra gente? -pregunte esperanzada.

-Ay hija! Si en la calle es que andamos, pidiendo para comer! Pero encontrar comida no es tan dificil! El problema es donde sentar cabeza en las noches! Al principio nos quedamos en el corredor del mercado, ahi afuerita de donde vendimos un tempo. Despues en un mezon, pero nos cobraba muy caro. Y asi hemos andado, de lugar en lugar, y siempre nos van echando! Asi que ahora deje a la cipota ahi por la fabrica, pidiendo. Yo me vine a buscar abrigo. Pero viera cipota que no he encontrado mucho! Solo chirajitas llevo de lo que me han regalado las gentes de buen corazon! pero bueno, de algo van a servir... es que es un frio tremendo el que hace en la madrugada, y ya estoy vieja para esas andanzas.

No supe que decirle. Levante mi vista al cielo y rogue no sentir lastima por ella, poder hacer algo en vez de solo admirarla. Ya no podia seguir contemplando su rostro lleno de vivencias, de amargas heridas que no sanan ni con el paso del tiempo... ese tiempo que cruelmente ha marcado su rostro, su dignidad. Me senti dichosa, porque soy pobre, pero tengo todo y mas de lo que alguna vez pude haber pedido. Me senti indigna de tenerlo.. Me senti egoista, por no querer desprenderme de lo mio a pesar de saberla abandonada. Soy tan fragilmente humana! Y me digo propiamente cristiana! Pero soy parte del sistema que mantiene el equilibrio fuera del planeta.

No llevaba cartera. Y aunque la llevase tenia poco que ofrecerle. Pero debia callar mi conciencia. Dirigi la mirada a Diana, susurrandole al oido me prestase un dolar. Ella lo estaba buscando antes que se lo pidiera.

2008 The Recap...

2009-01-05T22:58:00.005-06:00

Another year past, another time started -they say. It seems to me the days are getting nothing but change no matter what the date is. But somehow society has put us through this whole thing of keeping records and time. We watch carefully as hours fly by... but we only set new goals every 365 days, or every now and then... it all depends. Goals that most of the times -at least in my case- are forgotten or not gotten thought due to many different occurrences of life... the excuses could get neverending. The mysterious ways of God always working.
Anyways, whatever it is that brought me to write about it, must be worth it.
Last New year´s -2008 that is- I was mentally wasted after hours of american football in T.V., and rarely eating anything different than chips and coke at my host-parents´place. I missed home so bad... and my only relief was a cup of pink champagne graciously provided at midnight by my host-mom -who knows very well our traditions back home. I was miserable. It was so that I totally forgot to make any purpose for the new year´s. Less than 2 weeks later i found out my current boyfriend lost his scholarship and had to fly back home immediately-and he was supposed to know before but, oh crazy world!, somehow the e-mail notifying him about the bad news never got to his inbox... in his version it is still a mystery -please don´t ask my opinion. I tried to be his support and all that stuff silly people -like me- do when they think they love someone. I never believed in long distance relationships, but I gave it a try. Oh sad day I decided not to break up in that farewell! It took me 3 more months to realize how wrong I was... 3 months of crying and wondering why, of being insulted and not loved back. 3 months of sacrifices never thanked. Just getting the usual. People used to ask me all the time about the only topic I really didn´t want to talk about: him. Somehow I got him over very quickly - his attitude and pride made it way easier than I expected. I wasn´t in love anyways, and I got the feeling that I should have never started that relationship, I don´t fully understand why.
A few months later I found out I got a crushfor the second time in my life. Yes, getting a new guy shortly after a break-up, that is so typically me. I thought I knew so bad my best friend loved me back. He made me believe so. haha! Crazy fate is always laughing at my desperate nature of giving not only love, but my whole heart so unconsciously! My beloved one decided to not let anyone know about us, to keep it a secret. That should have been enough proof for me of how little he respected me. But I agreed, and we split to go back home during the summer.
I can´t express with words how lucky and Blessed I felt when I finally got home! Getting there was an adventure! I bought my airplane tickets from Houston to El Salvador- oh cruel poverty! I hadn´t quite figured out how in the world I was getting to Houston till 2 weeks before the semester ended. Valerie, a friend of mine - too good to be true- took me over with her family at Shreveport, Louisiana. They are just awesome! Vale was to take me to Dallas where a salvadorian guy -friend of mine- was going to pick me up to take me to Houston. He totally disappear of the map, he wasn´t answering his cellphone and my mind got on chaos. Stuck in Dallas! Great! What in the world could I do by myself there, with no money and a flight to catch in 2 days??? I prayed probably as I never had before. Vale´s mom helped me to get a Greyhound ticket from Dallas to Houston... and Vale took me finally to Dallas to meet her cousin Vanessa -who is a friend of mine as well. Bless their hearts! they were all that I needed! I have to admit traveling in Greyhound was quite an adventure... drug dealing and nasty proposals were "hot and ready" for me. I got to Houston and met this guy from the militia... I cannot remember his name -he was hitting on me... but what´s the news? haha. He had just come back from Irak and was heading home, I don´t remember where. He wandered with me around Downtown Houston, invited me to breakfast -at McDonald´s of course-, helped me figure out a shuttle to the airport and carried my baggage all along! Very sweet guy... kind of twisted, but sweet. I got to the airport just in time to catch my flight. Oh glorious moment I got in the plane! Oh pondering thoughts running throught my am!!!! I will never forget the time I finally saw my family at El Salvador´s Airport! I am so so so Blessed!
Although I was full of activities to do, friends to visit and hang out with, family to recieve at home, parties to go to, service projects to help at, and lots of studying to do; I spent my summer missing him. I didn´t know, of course. The only thing I got back in return was the verses of my soul and the prove of the clean and inocent transparency of my being. He dumped me. Surprise, surprise! I got back to school with a bag filled with questions... I wish I had found the answer before -if only I was smarter to see. More blind to believe so fooly, impossible! Not even in your best friends is possible to entirely trust! They all are men before they are friends or lovers. Then I learned you never get to know people till they fail you. I failed myself I guess, for I fooled myself justifying him all the time; but I´m not sure yet. I´m not really into giving it too much thinking, anyways. Everything happens for a reason, and I think I got the lesson this time. I hope! I´m so tired of getting hurt! I mean, Seriously!
The only friend I fully trusted and was there watching after me that whole time was my only latin partner in every single of my classes. I loved her so bad for understanding me and got to consider her one of my best friends too. Fall '08 was the worst academic challenge ever put in front of me. It was so, so hard for me to get along with all the stuff I had to learn and do! Gosh! No social life. I could hardly remember what sleeping was. It was just horrible! Plus, family matters are always worrying me... It was a tough time to my family in many aspects- it actually still is. I got to the point of thinking I really wasn´t going to make it through with a decent GPA at the end of the semester. But I got the encouragement and support of my good friends uncountable times! and that was just comforting and empowering! Bless their hearts! I´m so blessed, surrounded by angels all the time! I spent thanksgiving with Alle, a beautiful girl with a golden pure heart, and her beautiful family. I love her so so much. We were 4 in the trip! Davy and Dani went down with us! It was just awesome! I almost got killed by a very stressed driver -I´m not mentioning her name though, the might come back after me if I do. It was quite an adventure. When I came back to school I thought nothing in the semester could get any worse, so I had a very possitive attitude about getting it done. My partner in all my classes wanted to talk to me. She was dating a guy, but not any guy : the one I still had a crush with, my ex-best friend. Great. I had never felt more isolated and lonely in my life. So betrayed, so emotionally wasted. It happens. Issue overcome, lesson learnt.
I had to figure my way out of that crazy semester by myself -at least academically speaking. I made it! I kept my GPA as high as it was! all by myself! and so I learnt I need nobody´s support on any subject to get the grades I want. I can do it alone, I just need to push a little bit harder. And I´m so proud of myself! I´m still delaing with that little thin line betwwen diplomacy and hypocresy... I keep on praying for wisdom to manage that.
Before traveling back home for the holidays, I spent some days with the Steiner's, my roommate´s family. Oh heaven, Could I ever be more blessed than that?! They are so awesome! I love them so much!!! They are just too good to me I feel I´ll never catch up no matter how hard I try! I had a blast with my roommate Savannah and her boyfriend (Brian)! She´s not only the best roommie, but the best fake-older-sister ever! I felt like part of the family, even so that I really wanted to spend christmas with them. Tears came down my face when saying goodbye to Savy at the airport, no kidding.
I got home on Christmas Eve. Oh yes, that was an adventure too!!! They almost send my baggage to Delaware! lol! That kind of things only happens to me! Anyways, my flight was delayed and I made my family wait more that we all expected. I was just getting out of the car at my aunt´s - where christmas celebration usually takes place- just at midnight! A welcoming party was waiting for me there. I got home like at 3 in the morning for I was to tired to party -and my family is never up to it anyways. The next couple of days were only about planning, scheduling, trying on things, organizing, calling people and decorating... all for my sister´s sweet fifteen party. It was a success! everybody loved it! It was a masquerade! I consecrated myself as a party organizer and host! We are so so blessed! Even when my feet still hurt after walking on classy high hills for 6 hours non-stopping.
Then I found this New Year´s eve -at my aunt´s house again- looking back to all of these events. Most of the times I always look at my glass, and contemplate with missery it is half empty. But I was able to cool my mind, to clearly think after all of this crazyness. I discovered my 2008 was full of challenges, but also success; full of wondering, but also of aswers -even when I really didn´t want to see them right in front of me-; full of learning academically, and also for life; full of angels and miracles. Overall I realized how blessed I am. I realized I got true friends, for life, and really didn´t have to choose them! I´m so gratefull God chose them for me! It would turn impossible to me to try to deny God´s presence in my everyday. Without my faith in him I just could not have survived this insane, always-running year.
Hours fly by our face and we just do not give a thought to it. We sometimes, in our busy days, forget who the time actually belongs to. We forget -and I personally do- to take a chance and, for a minute, walk slowly. Just walk, with no need to rush, no need to think. Walk just with an open heart to see the many miracles constaltly happening: your only breathing, moving, existing, subsinting, enduring, changing, growing, looking forward, and keep on -or decide to start-walking forward. Each and every single thing and the fact it exists and/or happens is a miracle. Even the ability of humans to keep time -and still survive to their own masoquism- is -in my personal opinion- to be considered a miracle. I don´t know what exactly brought me to write about this, I don´t know neither why I feel God is in it, in my will to write about it. One thing I can assure: it was deffinitely worth it.

Entiendo

2008-12-10T00:44:00.000-06:00

Me detuvo la tormenta
tu torpeza
mi inseguridad...
Lo siento.
Torrentes de sangre azul se deslisaban
por las ramas disecadas de los sauces,
las pocas luces iluminando las esquinas
las tremendas cortinas de tierra...
Fantasmas con paraguas luchaban
contra la invisible potestad del cielo
corrian como los relojes
se refugiaban del tiempo.
Apenas pude verte a lo lejos
y quise como nunca ofrecerte mi casa
el calor de los versos
la soledad de mi cama (porque ya no duermo)
Pero no pude.
Como animal cirquense en el acto
indomable, fingi ser fiera (incapaz del escape);
mas tu mirada jamas fue infiel a mi destino.
Me detuvo la tormenta
tu torpeza
mi inseguridad...
Yo entiendo.

The worst of me

2008-12-08T00:35:00.005-06:00

Days of glory, of brightness, of stand-still.
Days of shyness, of enlightenment, of mist surreal.
I look back in sadness to those moments
for they never were.
I look back tearing, the lack of feeling, the issues aware.

No rhyme
No song
No melody.
No innocence
No blindness
No emphasis.
NO!
There is NOT a way
it never was
I don't want it to be.

Scratching a drafted life
uplifting my heartbeat,
no regression to crayons
no rain forecast...
Days of stand-still I remember
and I pray
they never to be real
nevermore to awake
the worst of me again...
never to bring you in.

Far Behind

2008-12-03T12:33:00.001-06:00

From all the things I said

I regret not a word alone:

not a sight

not a look

not a face of indiscretion

I do not,

I simply choose not to.

Far behind in time

when I used to dwell in your gap

thinking that perhaps

water could run backwards for a while;

Far time ago

when I raised and molded the statue of false

out of sand

salt

and spit...

when I didn't think the wind was ever going to come;

So long ago

when the fluids of coherence stopped

running through my soul (and I drained)

and I became a "worst"

by own conviction (I thought)

but over the creepiest dug hole

I yet held to fall;

So far behind

I think I should let

the love ( I thought) I ever felt for you to lay

on its own foundations:

those which I and me alone built.

You have the right of nothing to feel

for nothing you have given to me...

I blame your instinct

your lower race heartbeat

my ever trusting genuine innocence

(addressed as stupidity)

and I chose not to regret.

trespassed

2008-12-02T03:08:00.002-06:00

Like a cup smashed between two steel plates...
I'm trying to build up my heart again from the pieces i have left.
But the impact was so deep,
the pieces so thin,
so indistinguishable,
that some of them have trespassed my skin.

And bleeding so little,
through so painful wounds,
all over what i used to be but i don't think i longer should,
it's not letting me breath,
is keeping me from justice.
Is it worth it? I don't know.
I'm not strong enough to hold that thought.

I was pushed between two different roads
and chose not to choose, and yet the game began.
You have turned me into what I have become.
You know, so
Don't ask
don't speak
don't think
don't bother.

Like a cup smashed between two steel plates
I found myself unrecognizable.

2008-11-09T00:08:00.003-06:00

I'm not that great of a writer, I know. I sincerely extend my apologies to you. Hey, but I least I try to say what I think instead of swallowing it all up till I'm drawn in anger (like some people do...).

Ansiedad

2008-11-04T01:57:00.003-06:00

Espero a que el ocaso se funda en el horizonte de tu dignidad,
a que seas verdad y recuerdo
realidad y muerte

purpura inmensa en mi cajon de siempre!
Espero a que las ganas deshabiten las fronteras,
a que desaparezcan las deudas
las cicatrices, la sal
la intimidad estupida entre imagen y ansiedad.

he estado recordando...

2008-09-24T00:10:00.005-06:00

Y me desnudan tus palabras
me suspenden en el abismo
de tu desasociego...
Y me provocan.
Me hacen vulnerable
las que nunca pronunciaste
pero siempre fueron mias,
yo las puse en tu boca.

Uno viejo... ahi les va!

2008-09-23T23:05:00.003-06:00

Porque llueve esta semana en pleno verano,
y las hojas resvalando por el viento hacia mi
Porque siempre hay quien me oiga, sordamente
mas solo uno que me escucha y me quiere feliz.

Porque el aire se respira, lo ingovernado se toma
No hay mejor melodia que la que ensena tu boca
No hay silencio eterno, ni placeres mundanos
porque el reloj encandece cuando estas a mi lado.

Porque si,
porque no,
porque quiero!

Porque nada!
POrque todo!
porque... cada atomo, cada latir, cada momento
se suma a las razones del "Te Quiero"

-*-*-*- escrito en algun momento entre marzo y mayo... creo! :s

2008-09-08T23:28:00.003-06:00

Se que tu querer calmaria esta tormenta...
pero no se que hacer con todo esto.
sera que en verdad valdria la pena
intentarlo contigo despues de todo?

Y es que te confieso, tengo tanto miedo
a no quererte tanto como tu me quieres...
se que nada es perfecto, si se quiere se puede
pero que tanto quiero? no se.

la verdad no quiero dejarte solo...
tu queriendome mientras yo quiero a otro.
jaja! suena a telenovela! que vida
para escribir un libro sobre ella!

dime que hago? que quieres que haga?
crees que en el camino aprendere a amarte?
no quiero perderlo todo, no quiero arriesgarme
del rechazo reciente aprendi la cobardia.

disculpa sinceramente que te lo diga
la ironia fue parte del trato siempre
pero no creo poder con la hipocresia
labios transparentes: mis manos te mienten.

Yo pertenezco a quien me ha hecho ajena.
y le soy fiel aunque no lo merezca.

Sueno de una noche de desvelo...

2008-09-03T00:13:00.002-06:00

estaba ahi, en el agua. su ropita empapada pesaba mas que su masa corporal. su cabello rojizo y rizado ocultaba su mirada angelical, inocente. no se como llego ahi. era un lago pantanoso, lleno de verde falsedad. fijo su mirada en la pequena isla. siguio nadando. escucho la voz de su padre desde lejos, gritaba: "no vayas a la casa, no entres en la casa!". la obediencia habia perdido significado para el. siguio nadando... a medida que se acercaba la copula de una vieja casa se descubria en la orilla de la isla. quiso saber que habia debajo. se sumergio para explorar (...)

Versos inutiles por deseos de cosas imposibles...

2008-09-02T00:49:00.002-06:00

-I-
Me tomas cual ligera cosa
me haces y deshaces al aire
dejandome al desnudo
sin posibilidades de recontruir.
Cada Vez.

Haces de mi voluntad
un soplido que tu huracan arrastra
sos cruel como el verdugo
que me quito las alas
cuando me vio nacer.

-II-
Ser tu piel me suspende
en el mar duditativo
en que observo poco a poco
los vestigios de ilusion
ahogarse sin esperaza.

Los latidos confundidos
inconstantes, arritmicos, desfilan
sin saber cual sera su destino
ceden a la amenaza
la probabilidad que el olvido sea necesario.

-III-
Necesito un diccionario urgentemente
en tierras extrangeras navego perdida
sin entender el idioma, tu lengua nativa
sin descifrar tus miradas, tu silencio, tu estrategia.

Necesito quien traduzca este dialecto
con que tus dedos rechazaron mis manos
es de vida o muerte comprender el tema
que silenciosamente me dictan tus labios.

-IV-
Dibujo lo que tus (per) versos dictan a mi razon automatica
Textual copia de tu observarme desvaciada e inmovil
ante la (Ir)realidad constante que tus pupilas reflejan
en arenas de sombria arrogancia...
saberme tuya aunque sea ajena.

-V-
Cuando la negrura de tu mirar invada cada espacio de intranquilidad que en mi ser (ingenuidad) existe... entonces sere movimiento, aliento y razon.

-VI-
Destello parpadeante que me ciega inconstante
y me invita a recobrar la vista inutilmente:
Voy a cerrar los ojos de repente para desaparecer de tu alcance
y que tu encanto abandone mi querer... Inutilmente!

-VII-
Como los que frente a la cruz escondieron su rostro
te apartas de lo que jurabas defenderias.
Sueltas el escudo mientras empuñas la espada
sin pelear la batalla, sin sentido aparente.
Corres tras la estela de cometa fugaz...
te olvidaste de la estrella que constante arde por ti.
Me abandonaste.

-VIII-
Beber de la copa que quitaste de mi boca
es desde ahora y para siempre la definicion de "placer"
El sadismo me ha hecho prisionera de tu yugo
mas el esclavo es el verdugo, y el verdugo la verdad.
Que los hechos nunca cesen de hablar!

DE Ricardo Paniagua (Keridisimo amigo!) Para moi!

2008-08-11T00:36:00.000-06:00

AFORISMOS SOBRE ESPERARTE.-

ESPERARTE NO REQUIERE DE TIEMPO, SINO DE CONVICCION.-

ESPERARTE ES INVERTIR UN TROZO PEQUEÑO DE MI EXISTENCIA A CAMBIO DE LA ETERNA COMPAÑIA.-

ESPERARTE ES IRONICO- ¿POR QUE LLAMAR SUFRIMIENTO LA DICHA DE RECORDARTE?-

ESPERARTE NO ES ESTAR AL FILO DE UNA CUENTA REGRESIVA, SINO EL ACTO DE VOLAR HASTA EL CIELO, EN LO MÁS ALTO.-

ESPERARTE ES DEBILITAR AL TIEMPO.ESPERARTE ES VOLVERME MÁS FUERTE.ESPERARTE ES NOCIVO PARA EL OLVIDO.ESPERARTE ES SALUDABLE PARA EL RECUERDO.-

ESPERARTE ES VICIO, MI METODOLOGÍA, MI HERMENEUTICA, MI MÁXIMA. MI DOCTRINA, MI REGLA-

ESPERARTE ES TAN SENCILLO COMO VOLAR DE LA MANO CON LAS NUBES, Y TAN COMPLEJO COMO EL RECORRIDO DE UNA LAGRIMA SOBRE MI MEJILLA...

ESPERARTE ES EL ALQUILER DE MI CIELO ARTIFICIAL...

-*-*-*-

Sos mi angel de la Guarda Dj Kar! Gracias por vigilar mis pasos y estar ahi en mis tropiezos! Sos mi poesia cuando mi musa se ha ido!

Para Que Me Quieras Como Quiero

2008-08-08T23:54:00.000-06:00

No es una ecusa para no escribir directamente lo que pasa ultimamente... pero bueno. Una cancion de Arjona que desribe exactamente como me siento... Aqui les va la letra.
-*-*-
Podría dibujar a 100 años luz
la mueca que pintas cuando llego.
Podría Sobornar, Clavarme una cruz
Para inspirarte un hasta luego.
Podría Caminar en el Fuego
Para que me quieras como quiero.

Podría transgredir las fuerzas de Dios,
Podría no ser yo si se precisa,
Podría contradecir lo que diga mi voz,
Podría ser el gato en tu cornisa,
Podría Caminar el Fuego
Para que me quieras como quiero.

Pero soy el cero en tu izquierda
Tu coartada
Tu fusible siempre en reserva
No tengo nada
Quiero ser el truco en tus trampas
Quitarme el miedo
Jugar tu juego
Hacer lo que no puedo
Para que me quieras como quiero.

Podría soportar la calamidad
De ser el juguete de tu cuerpo
Podría claudicar perder mi libertad
Para que me quieras como espero
Podría Caminar en el Fuego
Para que me quieras como quiero

Pero soy el cero en tu izquierda
Tu coartada
Tu fusible siempre en reserva
No tengo nada
Quiero ser el truco en tus trampas
Quitarme el miedo
Jugar tu juego
Hacer lo que no puedo
Para que me quieras como quiero.

Te quiero como quieres
Me quieres como puedes
No quiero seguir queriendo así (X4)

Para que me quieras como quiero
Pero soy el cero en tu izquierda
Tu coartada
Tu fusible siempre en reserva
No tengo nada
Quiero ser el truco en tus trampas
Quitarme el miedo
Jugar tu juego
Hacer lo que no puedo
Para que me quieras como quiero.

Te quiero como quieres
Me quieres como puedes
No quiero seguir queriendo así.
-*-*-

En tu ausencia

2008-07-23T01:26:00.001-06:00

Como imponente tormenta en mi ingenuidad
gota a gota tus besos me hacen recordarte...
tenerte distante, en mi, evoca memorias
de las sombras emerges para cersiorarte
mantenerte constante.

No obstante si salgo de mi desenfreno
si a tus brazos me niego en el juego maldito
me devuelves el corazon silente y vacio
que en tu ausencia se goza de inconclusas miradas,
de amarte.

Me sueltas la mente, me regalas ganas,
replanteas motivos, apaciguas sueños.
me atas consciente de tu poderio
a los ojos de azufre, de hielo,
que me queman el alma.

Me matas en tu ausencia niño, como la tormenta
que empapando horizontes me trajo tu nombre,
gota a gota el suelo desvanence,
desaparece el frio, me tenes absorta...
tan tuya, aun en tu ausencia.

¡Sos!

2008-07-23T01:21:00.001-06:00

sos la tinta y la pluma, el sello y la arena!
sos la fruta prohibida! la tentacion perfecta!
sos el delirante deseo de ser marioneta
de este incontrolable fuego, de ser poeta.

Sordera

2008-07-23T01:05:00.000-06:00

Voy a esperar a leer lo que quiero escuchar.
Escondo, en mi caja de misterios, la respuesta al hielo...
¡tu silencio si que mata!
Heme aqui moribundo, errante, sin sentido, esperando...
especialmente lo que no viene de ti
sino de lo desconocido, para ti ajeno, pero al fin mio;
de lo que me pertenece.

Voy a esperar como esperan los que se pierden.
Despues de todo no hay nada que pueda perder
mas que lo enterrado en la carne;
y lo que queda de mi alma invisible se acrecienta en tu mirada infantil,
en tu ignorarme tan sencilla,
tan llena de ironia, de tormenta y atardeceres;
tuya como lo que niegas, lo que apartas, lo que crece.

Voy a esperar y no podras detenerme, porque no entiendes.
¡Porque en mi vida habria deseado que alguna vez entendiesen los demas sordos!
Bajo el efecto de tu sociego, bajo el producto de cianuro y estaño,
no hace tanto daño seguir esperando...
mientras te das cuenta de mi sordera
y descifres mis señales
Espero.

Mi Regalo

2008-07-23T01:01:00.001-06:00

Te regalo:

El misterioso anochecer de primavera tardia
un segundo de duda, una mirada inconclusa
mil pensamientos a una sola voz
mi miedo y tu inocencia convertidos en secreto

lo poco que ya sabes que hay en mi, lo tenes...
¡te regalo todo aquello que querras descubrir!

un par de porques...

2008-07-23T00:55:00.000-06:00

Porque el cielo desencadeno, en nombre del amor, un no se que de mas, que te ato oportuno al silente caminar de este extraño capricho...
es cuestion del destino.
-*-*-
Porque se acaba el tiempo
se cierran los espacios
se escapan las palabras
y desespera el silencio...
se hace larga la espera
se hace corta la vida
porque no existe una excusa
se hace evidente el quererte...
¡porque la opcion es mia!

Mis Deseos

2008-07-23T00:42:00.000-06:00

Hoy Quiero dormirme en tu azul presencia
y derramarme en tu cuerpo como en agua
escaparme del cielo, seguir al alma
besarme en secreto con el infinito
lo eterno.

Quiero soñarte despierto, sin sentido
como cada mañana, almohada hacerte
siempre en cada pedazo, azulejo constaante
tenerte enlos ojos, guardarme intranquilo
¡Infierno!

Y mañana tenerte tan mio y absorto
como ese mar de ojos que atento lee
que de respirar no se olvida a pesar
de los deseos que aun no corrompen su alma
¡Lo harán!

Para vos... porque sos mio.

2008-03-14T00:56:00.000-06:00

Hoy fue como siempre tan mio
Sobre mi “descubrirte”, sobre mi ingenuidad
Cual rio de libre albeldrio
Incontrolable y vacio, impulsivo y letal.
Satelite alzando la marea
En mi mar de arena, mi desierto de sal.
Tormenta azotando el verano
Opacando los pasos, oscureciendo la cal.

Perdida, presa de tu inescapable encanto
Tu rechazo al “te quiero", tu egoista mirar.

Impacto Escondido: tu ser indecifrable
Hiriente Silencio, insondable sangrar.

Esto, y solo lo poco que describo
Es solo Mio, como de nadie nunca sera jamas.

To my Dad...

2008-02-18T15:49:00.000-06:00

Clara luz me ciega en tu mirar
bella ingenuidad de saberte tan mio
me duerme y me transporta a eternos paraisos
que mantienes ocultos cuando callas.

La complejidad del mundo, si estas conmigo,
se vuelve alfabeto y silabario
nuestro con que vivir, nuestro pan diario
coleccion impropia de palabras/ poesia exacta.

Mas el futuro es cada vez mas ilegible
se adonde debo ir, mas me duele sentirme libre
de lo que me mantiene nina ante tus ojos
me siento tan perdida, en silencio lloro.

Y me duele!
Duele dejarte cual consentida oruga
por convertirme en algo digno de tu parecer
copia de tus pasiones, duena de mi fortuna
me encuentro absurda, sin saber que hacer.

Te miro y sufro, pues me permites quererte,
y ver el dolor de mi abandono, y ser sincera
Por ver partir dieciocho anos de cultivo, se espera
una cosecha hermosa, bendita / lo de siempre.

Y temo nopoder darte todo aquello que mereces
me aterra no ser quien quieres que yo sea
no llegar a ser esa mariposa independiente
en las que tantas veces sonaste que me transformaba.
Y abrir mis alas.

Aun en este vaiven de ciclones encontrados
me refugio en tu mirar, que me ilumina los pasos
que me aleja del viaje, me conserva constante
en un mar de silencio, de suenos fugitivos.

-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*-_*

Se que estamos lejos, que ha pasado el tiempo
se que las agujas del reloj no han muerto... aun.
Por mas que sienta el tiempo o entre menos pase
se que en mi suspiro volvere a encontrarte.

Y seras mas mio que nunca, mas que en antano
no importaran las noches como la de ahora
en que me siento vacia, tan marchita y sola
en que repito tu nombre y lo mucho que te amo.

Noches como esta en que me engulle tu transparencia
que me empequenese el querer sentirte mas cerca
en que los gritos de mi alma se ahogan en el abismo
en que busco tu presencia, la luz que me ciega.

Espero que disculpes el exceso de confianza
mi sinceridad, el abuso del libre albedrio
entre mas escribo, los pensamientos se me agotan
me duermo sintiendome tuya,y tu llanto se hace mio.

"Amigo"/ "Friend"

2008-02-18T15:43:00.001-06:00

Un mar de sentimientos encontrados
la marea alta del anochecer cansado
me consumen las entranas, me las llena de sal
y la tormenta arrecia, y me quema el pasado.

Cada gota tangible de tu ser natural
del poder que te di, de tu infiel potestad sobre mi
cada parte de tu ser-mio se ha esparcido
lo que tu silencio guarda me tiene cautivo.

Me dejo arrastrar por la tempestad, lo notas
mas si es que te importa, acaso lo demostrarias?
no se el significado de la palabra "amigo"
un codigo cifrado, el sentimiento maldito que me ata a ti
me mantiene a tu lado
vivo.
De un tiempo a la fecha te has vuelto tan frio,
y la tormenta no cesara.

-*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*-
A sea of mixed feelings
the hight ide of a tired dawn
consume my insides, filli them with salt
the storm gets stronger, it burns my pass.

Every tangible drop of your natural being
of the power I gave you/ your disloyal supremacy over me
Every part of your being-mine has split away
what your silence remains, keeps me in trance.

I let myself cede to be dragged the tempest/ you notice I do
but if you reeally care, would you ever let it show?
I don't know the meaning of the word "friend"
an nunbreakable code of the cursed feeling
that attatch me to you/ keeps me alive.

From that time till now you have become so cold...
and the storm will never stop.

Do you believe?

2007-12-11T16:17:00.001-06:00

She was not sure about it, but certainly there was something abnormal going on. She was already desperate. Hide and seek was definitely not her favorite game, but her little brother Frank insisted. So there she was, alone, paralyzed, listening to the noises coming from the storage room. She was not a little kid anymore; she had overcome her obsession with eating flowers; she was responsible for her brother; so convinced that she was big enough, she decided to get closer and open that door. She took three steps in that direction, when she decoded part of the noises, a voice! –“Let me go out!”- The voice said. Frightened, she turned back. It was a grown up voice, it could not be Frank! So who was it?
A strange feeling that she could not breathe invaded her. She knew somehow that whoever or whatever was inside of the room could hear her, see her, even through the walls and the darkness. She was not alone. Suddenly, she felt something pulling her to the door, forcing her to open it. She did not want to find out what was it anymore. She wanted to scream, to ask for help, but the more she tried the less she could emit any sound. It was now or never! She opened the door slowly, as the voice increased its rate.
For the only time in her life she felt afraid of death, she was only nine years old. Three seconds later, the door was wide open! Something rushed strongly into her; she felt how it went through her body. She felt to the floor, her eyes were full of tears, but she was mute. She heard just silence. Then, little steps ran near by. –Fiore, what happened? I heard a horrible sound! - Frank said. –Nothing - she answered while trying to hide her tears - I hit myself trying to open the door. I found you! One two three for you! - She said, in order to not scare him. She had just had a meeting with a ghost.
You probably have some questions about the story I have just told. Well, let me try to answer: Yes, it is a true story. No, she did not tell anybody. Yes, the girl was me. No, any psychological problem you could identify in me must be due to another reason, not this encounter. Perhaps, as I did, you have had an experience with paranormal. Maybe you have gotten one more than once –as I have- a diversity of forward e-mails telling stories about ghosts, with creepy pictures claiming to be prove of their existence or certificated testimonies. Nowadays, we are so used to the commercialized idea of Halloween that we dress ourselves and even our children with costumes representing how we imagine they look like. But, do we truly believe? What are ghosts exactly?
Let us begin here, ghosts, what are they? I will give you the answer straight out: No one knows with certainty. Some people do not believe they exist, yet they are able to describe them. When we compare believers or not believers’ descriptions of them, most would differ on their idea of ghost, because there is not a certainty of what they are. According to Wikipedia,
“A ghost is defined as the apparition of a deceased person, frequently similar in appearance to that person, and usually encountered in places she or he frequented, or in association with the person's former belongings. The word ‘ghost’ may also refer to the spirit or soul of a deceased person, or to any spirit or demon. […]The term ghost has been replaced by apparition in parapsychology, because the word ghost is deemed insufficiently precise.”(1)
How is possible that I was able, at the age of nine, to assure that what I had seen was a ghost? I never saw any person- shaped thing, I never knew if someone had died or been killed on my house. I had a notion of goodness and evil, but no clue a devil could ever scare me like that. So why did I claim it was a ghost? Maybe subconsciously we have a hope inside of us that there is something else beyond our mind, that paranormal phenomenon exists. However, this little hope must have been created by the media messages selling its existence.
There are plenty of cases of hundreds of thousands of people stating that they have had paranormal encounters in some point of their lives. According to a poll conducted in 2005 by the Gallup Organization, about 32% of Americans believe in the existence of ghosts (2), proving that a good portion of the population thinks they are real. But is there any way we can prove they are? Has anybody studied these phenomena and tried to give a valid explanation to these cases before? Is this studied now?
Actually many people has tried to answered the infinite number of questions yet remaining in believers and not believers’ minds. In 1957, at North Carolina, a professional association of paranormal phenomenon researchers was formed. This is the Para-psychological Association, created by Dr. J. B. Rhine. It is engaged with the study of “psychic” (or “psi”) experiences, such as telepathy, clairvoyance, haunting, remote viewing, psycho kinesis, psychic healing, and precognition. The objective of this institution is to give a scientific explanation of each of these experiences. About ghosts’ existence, they state:
“The prevailing view today is that the mysterious physical effects historically attributed to ghosts (disembodied spirits), such as movement of objects, strange sounds, enigmatic odors, and failure of electrical equipment, are actually poltergeist phenomena. Apparitions that occur without accompanying physical effects are thought to be either normal psychological effects (i.e., hallucinations), or possibly genuine information mediated by psi.”(3)
A poltergeist phenomenon is defined as a direct mental interaction with the living, usually produced by a troubled adolescent. It seems to demonstrate the power our minds can reach, that we can really affect the world and those who surround us with our minds. (4)
I really thought that what I experimented in the storage room was a ghost. Now, an expert on the field tells me ghosts are recreated by human minds. Then ghost do not exist. Sounds simple, does not it? But how would you convince a nine years old girl that experimented such a thing that it was just a product of her imagination? Now it turns to be complicated matter. The fact is that the majority of the adult population - not even some scientists- can explain it, nor understand it.
Why is then, that a third of the total population in America believes in ghost existence? The idea of their existence is as old as humanity, looking for a hope in life after death. In the beginning, Pre-Colombian civilizations used to offer sacrifices to spirits primarily found in the nature; we excuse their beliefs with their ignorance. Then the development of religion came to the scene. There are a lot of religions all around the world, varying from region to region. At least we, as Christians, believe in one living God and the everlasting life in heaven. We believe in the resurrection of Jesus Christ and the existence of angels and demons. We do not have any reason to believe in ghosts.
Then why do we manage a concept of ghost and a mental image of their appearance? Why do we believe even when we seem to have no reasons to do so? Let me try to explain it. I would attribute the responsibility to “the power of the media.” Mass media play an indispensable role in contemporaneous society. Public opinion depends on the media. Massive ways of communication such as television, radio, and lately, internet, communicate global ideas to individuals and reproduce the self image of society. Media has the power to limit our capacity to think and act by our own. This is because they constantly bombard us with influential messages, controlling our thoughts, wishes and “needs.” Media is actually the medium that businesses have to sell their products.
Think about the Halloween industry for example. Halloween costumes are traditionally those of monsters such as vampires, skeletons, witches, devils, and guess what: ghosts. To sell this holiday, we first have to sell the idea of these stereotyped Halloween monsters. This supposes that, if I believe ghosts exist, then they would become something worthy of a costume honor during this holiday. What about the e-mails we get, coming from a friend of a friend of our friend, trying to convince you about ghosts’ existence? Think about the quantity of newspaper’s articles, magazines, books, television and radio talk shows, and scientific investigations inspired in this phenomenon. How much money would not have moved all around the world if we had not the idea of ghosts surrounding us?
Ghosts do not exist, that is a fact. We can assure it even when some say there is not enough proves and arguments supporting it. They are just a result of our imagination, sometimes a psychological escape to stress or pressure, a manifestation of troubled adolescent’s power or the evidence of our capacity to develop our minds in uncommon areas, like for example the ability to affect physical world just by thinking on do so - psycho kinesis. Maybe as a little kid I did not understand it. In fact, it is hard to me to figure out what was exactly what I lived and why I did. The true is that it was definitely not a ghost; that is for sure. Not only Para-psychological Association proves so, but my Christian’s beliefs too.
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Works Cited

(1) Ghost. Wikipedia, online encyclopedia. 08 Dec. 2007. 11 Dec. 2007.

(2) Park Musella, David. “Gallup poll shows that American’s belief in the paranormal persists.” www.findarticles.com Sept. –Oct 2005. 11 Dec. 2007

(3) (4) “Frequently Asked Questions, page 3.” Para-psychological Association. 12 Nov. 2007. Innovated Software Design. 11 Dec. 2007.

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2007-12-11T14:22:00.000-06:00

te escribo estos puntos supensivos
porke sigo suspendida en el espcaio
en el descifrar el papiro revelado
ke hoy abre mis ojos.

te dedico estos puntos supensivos
porke sigo clavada en la nada
con una estaca de plata en la espalda
ke clama mi muerte venidera.

porke sigo atrapada en el silencio
en las palabras con oraciones incongruentes
en la esperanza ke se pierde
en mi exhilio.

porke sigo sin poder respirar, sin alivio
no kiero ke pase el segundo ke viene
ke se aproxima inevitable, inaludible mi desgracia
porke puedo sentirlo...

porke sigo ahi, inerte, vacilando
en la oscuridad del peligro, la ironia del destino
sigo pensando en mi camino,
la inexistencia de lo ganado
por eso los escribo...

callas

2007-11-10T00:34:00.000-06:00

Callas... en tu intento por cometer
el crimen que ocultara tu pecado
y tu silencio desnuda el pasado
y me abre las entranas como fuego.

Callas, y condenas esta anima
a penar por los rincoes del rencor
que le tuviste, que le guardas
que te hace olvidar que le llamaste amor.

Callas, me devuelves al infierno
mas si el fuego me consume
si el invierno me conserva
sere pura y vida nueva sin tu celo.

Callas... sigue entonces en tu silencio
que si me traguase el cielo
si me engullese la sociedad
no tengas nada que decir ni que hablar.

Calla, sigueme ignorando
pero paga el precio de lo que estas ganando.

A Angel: Te extrano

2007-11-07T22:02:00.000-06:00

Pasa el tiempo, acumulando recuerdos
pasa y deja en el alma desafios
remembranzas de lo que no puede quedar en el olvido
que se dice pasado, pero vive en el presente.

Pasa el tiempo y sigo aqui, de pie, luchando
sigo siendo, sigo muriendo, sigo respirando
en continua calma, en serenidad ajena, asfixiante
en continuo silencio, huracan que enardece mi carne.

Pasa el tiempo y no consigo olvidarte
por mas que pasa tu te mantienes vigilante
velando mis pasos, cubriendo mi ingenuidad
cuidando mi alma, dandome inseguridad
y confianza.

Soy cuando vos sos conmigo
soy lo que vos quisiste que yo fuera
soy lo que te dejo mas no dejas
y lo que mas persigues aunque asi no lo quieras.

Me traspasas con tu sola mirada
que aunque yo no vea, la siento, me quema
me traspasa y llegas al fondo de la escencia
a lo que siempre llame tuyo
a lo que te pertenece
porque solo vos lo conoces.

Por tenerte tan cerca mio sin que tu lo sepas
te extrano mas que nunca aunque tu no lo creas.

Dating Halo, "Adictively Ideal"

2007-11-06T18:51:00.000-06:00

It was not until I heard Jose’s story about last night’s virtual adventure that I realized what was actually going on with Josh.
Since three weeks ago I noticed my boyfriend Josh’s mood, getting lower and lower every day. He was noticeably tired, sleepy and sometimes he did not eat -almost never-. He told me twice he had not made it to his first class –at 9:00 am- and I knew some other times he did not go too, but he did not tell me. Obviously I thought something was wrong, even when he swore there was no reason for me to think so. I knew that we were only days away from tests week. I also knew he was not doing so well on his mid-term grades. Then I deduced he was really worried about it; he must be. Maybe he had been studying so hard that he did not want to tell me, so I could not feel responsible for the time he spent with me rather than preparing for his evaluations. It sounds logical, and romantic, does it not? Maybe, but in the end I never asked.
Tests week passed, and after seeing Josh so worried just a few hours before each test, I did not support my first “sweet and romantic” theory anymore. At the end, nobody is that romantic. He is simply not. So maybe it was my fault. Our class schedules do not coincide in anytime, and the only class we both are taking we do it in different sections. Therefore, the only time available for us to share is in the evening for dinner time at the cafeteria on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and at night after doing our homework for the rest of the week. Sometimes we do our homework together –and by together, you should understand “seated next to the other” because that is what we really do- to at least see each other. Then close by curfew, he gets me to my dorm, he goes to his dorm, and when he gets there he calls me. That is for sure, it is our routine; we almost never fail on that. Yes, it should be my fault; because sometimes, especially when we do not spend real time together, the night calls extend until 3:00 a.m., seriously.
After thinking about it, I decided to talk to him, to know what was going on, and I did. He told me that I should not feel guilty at all. Apparently, he was just tired, missing home, having a hard time reading for some subjects, etc. I did partially believe him, but I was not quite sure after noticing some of the results of his tests. I mean, he is not a bad student but he can do better. Everybody knows that! He is a Walton scholar!
Consequently, when I heard Jose talking very exited about a videogame “Halo” and between the lines I caught Josh’s nickname-“Warrior”-, I felt everything started to make sense. No, it was not studying time. No, it was not the time he spent with me. It was not even the midnight calls. “Halo” was the problem. He was actually playing Halo during and after our calls. Sometimes until 4:00 to 5:00 am!
Why would he and other 10 Harding-Latin students spend their night hours –supposedly to sleep- on a videogame? I had to find out what was so “special” about this game. The way you can really tell something about anything is to experiment it. So, I needed to play Halo, in order to give an accurate opinion about it and why do the guys find it so good. I did. Well, I tried. Guess how I ended? I ended totally confused, dizzy, with a really bad sensation of emptiness, stomached and like a complete fool. I did not perform well at all in the game, they killed me after 3 minutes!-and that because I poorly moved on the screen. It is terrible! You have guns, and the more aliens or people you kill the better your score is. What makes it even worse, it is made in 3D, so if you are not familiar with that kind of “virtual worlds” you will end just like me: feeling nauseated, dizzy and without any possible thought of food.
Now I really did not understand it at all. Actually, I was starting to get mad at Josh about it. I really did not want to argue with him, because it really seemed he really enjoyed the game and find it good. So I started thinking about why did he really like playing them with such a passion. If the game is not really good, maybe it should not be about the game. Perhaps it is what he found in that game, or what he could find in any other. What videogames offer, in general, is the statement of a virtual reality in which you can perform virtual personalities and abilities, is not it? Virtual reality, of course, is not true, but ideal. So, I deduce that what the guys, including Josh, look for in Halo is the possibility of an ideal world, where they can perform as a person they are not and with the abilities they could never have in reality.
Why do we, as humans, need ideals? Why does Josh find it in a videogame? Actually, we always try to find a shelter, somewhere to hide from the aspects of our reality that hurt us or that we do not like and want to avoid. A virtual world is a good example. So maybe Josh hid from his academic development problem, the fact of missing his family, the impossibility of helping his family on their problems in his country, and perhaps other things he just kept for himself as we all do. Now I really understood him.
Perhaps it was not the best way I found out all of these. But it worked, and I know Josh would never give me such an appreciation because he is not really aware of his situation. So I talked to him again, but this time I did with –what I guess is- a total understanding. I did not state any solution for his adiction to Halo, but I suggested better ways to organize his time –this, of course, after arguing about not saying a word about the Halo stuff. At the end of the day I love him, but I am deffinitely not dating with Halo anymore!

Te extrano

2007-10-25T10:56:00.000-06:00

El silencio describe lo que nuestras palabras enjauladas no pueden desatar...
la distancia que une los destinos inciertos, titubeantes de nuestras vidas,
los sentimientos ke pese a cualkier cosa nos mantienen vivos, respirando,
y la muerte que circunda nuestros cuartos, revelandonos la realidad.

Las cosas son mejores cuando se disfrutan en silencio
y es que con el tiempo uno aprende que la risa coexiste con el llanto
los fonemas con el descontento y las oraciones con la vanidad

una cosa extrano verdaderamente de hablar
es que no hay otra cosa que me regale motivos ni encantos
la mirada furtiva, evasiva, desafiante y hasta tierna y dulce a veces
ni el nectar prohibido, ese que jamas sera tuyo, en mis labios.

Duele lo que nos une, aun mas que lo que nos separa
tanto que hasta pudiera compararse con castigo, verdugo o hiel.
Sin embargo me fortalece el poder llamarte amigo, hermano
el que tu confesion bendita haya quedado tatuada en mi piel, en mi historia.

Que te sirvas de esta prosa para acordarte de aquella luz
que aun no puediendo ser eterna pudo ser tuya, sincera.

Te extrano

A Ricardo:

2007-10-25T10:53:00.000-06:00

Por que en responderte he tardado tanto?

Un frio inmenso atrapa mi corazon al leer tus palabras,
congela la posibilidad de experimentar otro sentimiento
sino el saberme tuya, ajena a lo que te pertenece
y propia como nadie a quien le he dado mi afecto.

Tu sabes que te quiero con el alma, mas que amigo
pero no de la manera que merecieren tus atenciones
me pesa en cada paso cada verso, tu poesia
que ha invadido mis venas, me envenena el pensamiento.

quisiera poder dedicarte mas que estas pocas palabras
que no son mas que eso, simbologia absurda
sabiendo cuanto te quiero sigo al margen del encanto
por no querer amarte, por no quererte tanto.

Porque duele.

2007-10-15T15:41:00.001-06:00

Un frio inmenso atrapa mi corazon al leer tus palabras,
congela la posibilidad de experimentar otro sentimiento
sino el saberme tuya, ajena a lo que te pertenece
y propia como nadie a quien le he dado mi afecto.

Tu sabes que te quiero con el alma, mas que amigo
pero no de la manera que merecieren tus atenciones
me pesa en cada paso cada verso, tu poesia
que ha invadido mis venas, me envenena el pensamiento.

quisiera poder dedicarte mas que estas pocas palabras
que no son mas que eso, simbologia absurda
sabiendo cuanto te quiero sigo al margen del encanto
por no querer amarte, por no quererte tanto.

Porque duele.

to experience flowers

2007-10-14T21:30:00.000-06:00

God is powerful. He reminds us that in many ways. He is in every single breath we take, every tree that moves with the wind, and in every leaf that falls down. The sunlight blinding us, the water keeping us alive, the ground witnessing our steps, all that lives proclaims His glory. But in the middle of all His majesty, there is just one single thing that catches my attention more than anything else: the flowers.

It is really amazing how I feel attracted to flowers. When I was a child I used to see them with curiosity. Whenever I saw one, I felt like it called me on silently and I, innocently, answered the call. The nearer I got to it, the more fascinated I was. When I was close enough, I could stand there for minutes! (Consider that I was four, and even now it is really hard for me to keep my concentration on just one thing at the time). I admired the brightness of its colors, the form of its petals, how it was supported by a stem, and how the stem supported leaves, and so on. Suddenly I could not help it anymore. I had to do it. My hands shook and I started to sweat. I knew it was wrong. My mom had told me so many times before. But I wanted it. So I touched it, grabbed it, ate it, erased it. Then I needed to take another one, but instead of eating it (I never found a flower that tasted good enough to eat twice) I used to tear it into small pieces with my hands; It felt so good!

What made me do that? Could it be the bright colors they have? Or was it simply the prohibition my mom gave me to touch them which incited me to it? Maybe it was my ignorance of the fact that if I keep them on the ground they will look beautiful and be there for me longer than if I take them; or maybe it was the fact that my name means flower in Spanish and I was just “predestinated” to do so. At the end, I guess the most logical explanation is this: the need I have to understand and experience empowered me to kill them. Besides that I did not really understand the meaning of ephemeral or killing. I was hungry for knowledge: what is that? How does it taste? How does it smell? How does it feel? How does it sound? What is it for? Why does it exist? Can I have it? Why not?

Fourteen years later, things have changed a lot. I do not see flowers that way anymore. In fact, I do not notice their presence in my life most of the time. When I am not in a hurry, which is very rarely, I contemplate them, but respectfully, carefully, and shortly. Maybe the only situation in which I really paid attention to them was whenever they are surrounded by my boyfriend’s hands; while I was listening pretentious words that sounded sweet in that moment (and would not sound that way now).

I feel attracted to them, maybe as much as when I was a kid, I confess. But I do not need to experience touching a flower, or smelling it, or tasting it. I already lived that, I know what it is like. I keep eating them, but now I eat them on a salad or make some tea with them; and I know mom would have nothing to say about that. I do not pick them anymore. Even worse, I buy them and put them on vase placed in the middle of my dinning table, and it is ok!

What makes it right? Why was it not right to pick them and eat them when I was four and now it is? I would say conscience. Now I know they are alive as I am. I know that if I pick 10 there are lots of more growing up somewhere else (or even in the same place). I know that not all the flowers can be eaten. But, was it not better to see things with the grace of discovering the unknown? Or was it not better exploring the deliciously beautiful already known? It is, because I keep discovering and exploring, but now the subject matter has changed. I need to do things in the wrong way to know what is right to do. I have learned from the experiences though, and now I adapt to the circumstances that affects them. And most important of all, even when my experiences make me grow, I keep being myself; I am still captivated by flowers, their colors, shapes and, specially, by their flavors.

2007-09-19T10:30:00.000-06:00

Aire pasa por mi cuerpo
pero el oxigeno no se queda
Sobrevivo por lo que tengo
lo que adquiero: experiencia.

Mas las reservas se agotan
tarde o temprano caere.
Mientras siga lloviendo fuego
Si Dios me guarda, morire.

2007-08-27T12:18:00.000-06:00

Te amo,
Como el Verbo ama los labios...
Agena a la a fuente de la que emanan los fonemas,
Sujeta al Alma de los Versos.

2007-07-13T08:54:00.000-06:00

This outstanding feelling is never leaving! It never will!!! this is the kind of things I always say when you r with me!!!!

Por no decir adios...

2007-05-28T22:52:00.000-06:00

Te amo
tu sabes que lo hago
como se ama lo desconocido
lo eternamente perdido
lo inoportunamente hallado.
Te amo.
Y jamas pense en decirlo
pero para tu desagrado
te mentirias a ti mismo
si te empeñases en negarlo.
Te amo.
Como nunca se habia visto
es mi amor tan incoherente
unico, posible, inherente,
destinado a ser prohibido.
Te amo.
Y si antes calle tu nombre
me retracto y por decirlo
pierdo el tacto y tu cinismo
me hace desistir conforme.
Te amo.
Por lo tanto que no hiciste
Por no dejarme gritarlo
porque negaste que la historia
no ha terminado, aun se escribe!
Te amo.
Y es mi voz al pronuncialo
como brisa de montaña
tan en cuspide, tan alta
que no habrias de escucharlo.
Te amo.
Y es mi silente proclamo
la evasion de la razon
no lo digo por decirlo
mas por no decir adios.
Te amo
Y te doleran estas palabras
Pero es mas facil admitir
a resignarse, al olvido
a ignorar a quien se ama.
Te amo
y me basta imaginarme
tu mirada al leerlo
tu alma rompiendo mi silencio
que nunca mas podra llenarme.
Te amo.
Como me quemas en los labios
Lo repito estas diez veces
por un amor que de repente
dejo de ser de humanos.

Pero que es el amor?
Comunicarse es imposible
Porque apartir de mañana
deberia pretender
que no existe esa palabra.

just if u dont notice...

2007-05-25T13:35:00.001-06:00

Here I'm still gaming!

To Mau!

2007-05-19T22:52:00.000-06:00

La tinta indeleble de tus pupilas
ha clavado en mi corazon tu azul mirada
quema y me consume
como los besos que no me diste
y que mis labios te reclaman!

to Angy!

2007-05-19T22:47:00.000-06:00

Calla entonces! haz lo que quieras
pero vuelveme a besar!
Que tus labios no castiguen esta inerte oscuridad
que encuentra sentido soloc onlos besos que le niegas!
hazme sentir! Sublevate a lo eterno!
Que el destino prepare el momento
en que sea para ti!
Por un beso, un casi inocente beso!
No me dejes abandonarme asi!
Que hoy hayas sentido lo que yo!!!!

I dont want 2 fall in love...

2007-05-19T22:33:00.000-06:00

Haces tuya esta poesia...
No basta tu absorta mirada
ni seran suficientes tus palabras
Ahora dependo de tu calor...
Sentirme siempre protegida por tu abrazo,
como una aurora boreal
que en su infinito multicolor me hace sentir
segura... me hace sonreir.
Haces tuya mi cobardia
mi callar tu nombre bendito!
No basta compartir uno solo de tus momentos
ahora dependo de cada movimiento
tan caracteristico de ti.
Soy predecible, lo se
y adivinas mis palabras!
pero parece que al pronunciarlas
fueran muy pocas para ti...
que no soy digna de tus labios
ni de ese juego con que tus manos
me desarman y no me dejan
hacer nada, incapacitada a volver en mi...
a mi locura infantil,
a mi cordura infeliz
que desaparece al verte,
al saberte tan pendiente
de lo que nunca fui
de lo que nunca sere
de lo que esperas de mi...
No bastan tus ojos que en la penumbra
se transforman en mi luz,
ahora dependo de la palabra
que mejor decidas tu...
y me guardo tu nombre!!!

Sos la Mejor!

2007-05-10T23:04:00.000-06:00

Por un "estoy embarazada", sangre y dolor
desvelos de quien escoge tu noble mision.
Un llanto a media noche, un grito, un tembloroso "MamiIIiiiIIIiiI!!!!"
por un abrazo en nuestros miedos
por tu cabeza asintiendo
a la pregunta: "Puedoi dormir contigo?"
Por un "te quiero mono feo!"
Por un Te Amo que
en sus 5 letras hoy se hace eterno
testigo de una verdad
aunque no quisieras, es cierto
Soy Tuya Mama!
Soy la que has cuidado por tanto tiempo
(Y seguro seguiras haciendo) como solo tu podrias hacerlo
Por una semilla que has hecho crecer
y esta pronta a florecer...
Por eso eres la mitad de mi vida!
La sincera, la sensible, la incomprendida, Tu!
La increible, la bella, comprensiva y compartida
PERO MIA!
la que no lleno solicitud!
Regalo de Dios, terrible bendicion
testimonio del amor...
Suena facil, peroe s dificil describirlo...
Por todo lo que has sido conmigo, mami
Seras siempre la mejor!
Katsura

Llueve

2007-05-07T13:22:00.000-06:00

Sigue lloviendo
gota a gota se acaban las excusas,
es imposible no ceder
no dejarse conquistar
por la melodia constante
de su ser natural
de su escencia.
Llueve a cantaros!
Furiosa, incesante,
desata la vida sus penas
aclara la esperanza sus dudas
encuentra la calma el silencio
evoca el recuerdo la melancolia
furiosa existe e inquieta apacienta.

2007-04-27T13:19:00.000-06:00

Tengo un ciclon consumiendome
justo donde lo
dejaste, digno de ti,
ke paraliza en su constate son
todos los sensores
y la klma
ke me hace recordar lo ke olvidaba
por no kererte frente a mi.
Descansa trankilo,
cierra tus ojos en mi presencia
velare tu sueño
armada de las ganas de no amar
y en la inconciencia de tu belleza
soñare despierta, dormire feliz.

2007-04-26T08:35:00.000-06:00

La inspiracion viene y se va ella sola...
no es cuestion de tiempo, lugar, clima, personas...
¡Ella sola es su propia voluntad! ¡Como ahora!
Ahora que escribo sin sentido estos versos
recogidos del baul de lo inaudito
de lo prohibido
de lo amado.

Sola
y toca mi esperanza
y la pluma me traiciona:
se deja deslizar sobre el papel
sin dueño
poseida por la sed
de ser mas que tinta,
mas que culquier cosa...
Sentirse importante, ¡Libre!
aun sin mi parecer... Pero la dejo...

Este es un tiempo en el que ya pocos preguntan por que,
ella me invade, y yo simplemente callo...
¡Que hable ella por si misma!
y por el engaño
de creerse digna, de saber que es...

Es cuestion de experiencia
dejarla simplemente ser.
Rompo el hielo, no resisto
quiero saber por que
se ha enamorado de mi celo
de mi ignorancia...
y su voluntad es quedarse callada.

Buenas Noches 1

2007-04-25T22:16:00.000-06:00

Procurare estar en tus sueños
como un duendecillo absurdo
que en su silente elocuencia
desate uanmirada tuya,
y solo una
que le haga sonreir...
Buenas Noches!
Katsura

Well well well... lets see what happens!

2007-04-21T11:03:00.000-06:00

Ok, I finally decided to create my blog... maybe Ill publicate my short tales and a journal... this is so weird! but ... ok, lets try!