days turn to months as my promises slip away from my sight. how am i supposed to be what you ever wanted to see in me,
if what you wanted would mean repair the irrepairable mess, of a broken life striving to grow just like that flower
trapped inside the maze of nature. far away from the light, withering, yet not dying. waiting for a reason to wait,
longing for the comforting sign of changing times, seemingly never coming as my last hopes fade.
as time passes my roots keep growing a thousand times bigger than my stem rooting me away from my dreams,
waiting for the last petal of hope to fall. roots scatter all under the maze until it's too late for my maze to be.
time is running, it is slowly collapsing due the strong ever growing roots. the so apparently fragile petal will be its support,
and as long as there is hope it will continue standing
Mechanical Animals
floating through the loathsome corners of the wired, i was able to meet a new type of forbidden, alien life.
further inspection made me realize how all of them, were full of labels. all kinds of names stuck to their yet biological body waiting for its crude destiny.
among all those names, one in particular stood out for all of them: "weird".
they all were biological animal subjects forced to wait in line, each of them were passed through a machine that extracted
their soul and each of their tags, fiercely tearing them from their skin, leaving to reaveal nothing but their now empty insides.
a new label was applied to them, now it read "normal". they were ready to be sent back to society, to be part of.
they weren't an issue any more, and were ready to be exploited.
we become normal when we lose our souls, then is when we turn into one more branded, mechanical animal.
we give up to the change, to turn into them. we become, them, while getting branded with the "normal" tag given to us.
now that you are lacking of thought, soul, and light you can be part of the society of normal people.
they forced you into this, their power was used against you, and you can't help but
remember every night, that day you went through that machine.
you could have given your last fight, your last will, dying to save yourself from this empty destiny that now torments you,
what if you had fought instead. where would you be now, who would you be now. was it worth it your soul and the pain of your heart?
Virtuality, a new taste of Real.
virtuality. we are floating in this so called "fake world".
a place of relief and catharsis to their dwellers, tired of its counterpart.
some may perceive it as an alternative reality, an escape from the sickening, overwhelming, and perhaps so dirty real world.
but for me, just a raw representation of our very own... reality.
physically, every single bit that is now there being processed by your machine, every connection, state, or transaction is taking place in the
physical world. then virtuality being nothing but a representation of that raw data, that we now can see through our displays
which serve us as windows, to this second view of our reality. a fresh new view to our real world, the astonishing panorama of what we once thought to be
so dirty, overwhelming and exhausting. but now, we want to only see this face of the world
this river of data, is the expression of our soul. thinking of it now, virtuality can be your mind, a book, a painting, a photography.
whatever that makes you feel detached from reality as you know it while at the same time roots you down to the heart of it.
virtuality, a new taste of real.
Flos Labyrinthus
puedes oirlo?
sonido melodioso que fluye atravez de cada ricon
de esta solitaria obscuridad
tan dulce...
tan familiar...
podria ser?
en el corazon de tu laberinto me conservaste,
soy tu preciada flor, me recuerdas?
te conoci desde un principio,
contigo me encontraba desde las mas tempranas de tus memorias
hasta aquel dia que algo te cambio,
de tu flor te olvidaste.
fue ese dia, que tu mirada se torno vacia,
si no fuera por esa seca impresion de temor que de ella emania.
impresion vacia que yo abomine
supiste que anhelaba crecer,
pero esta verdad me prohibiste saber.
verdad que ocultaste de mi, cuya he podido percibir.
en tu laberinto me atrapaste, muy lejos de mi preciado sol.
miedo tuviste de tu propio corazon,
ocultaste lo mas bello de ti de las miradas del exterior,
porque temiste de lo que dirian, palabras hirientes
que te causarian dolor.
mirame ahora, tu flor se marchita.
este veneno que brota de mi no fue sembrado por el
ajeno sino que por nadie mas que ti.
no le permitiste a tu corazon florecer pero hay algo que haz de saber,
el tiempo fluye cual arroyo,
sin haber vuelta atras.
lo que es parte de ti no por siempre haz de poder ocultar.
bajo tu laberinto mis raices crecen,
mil veces mas grandes que mi tallo son,
este deseo no por mucho podras encerrar,
siempre sere parte de ti,
aunque signifique nuestro final.
raices sedientas de luz,
su magnitud nuestro laberinto demoleran,
el tiempo corre, tu decidiras.
mi bellesa es tuya si me dejas surgir,
recuerda siempre.
soy parte de ti,
y tu de mi.
Soul & Eternity
what's our soul?
how can we become eternal?
are all of our efforts pointless?
in a nihilistic point of view, life is nothing but meaningless
and that, as contradictory as might seem, is what gives it meaning the most.
at the moment we come to life, we get the taste of counsciousness.
we become aware beings, having the possibility to experience what we know as life.
having a sense of what we understand as Reality,
we can experience time, emotions, and so on. we are given the gift to feel,
it doesn't matter whether they are good or bad feelings, or whether good or bad feelings even exist.
we just know, we can feel.
pain,
love,
sadness,
happiness...
we just feel.
even when there's no essential meaning in life, we can bring joy to our lifes giving it our own meaning by ourselfs.
we are not tied to follow a path, we are not following any specific plan nor have any fixed purpose,
that's why we have goals, that's why we can be whatever we want, your purpose on life is what you decide it to be
and that... is the real magic about it.
our essence, is our minds. is what set us apart from the rest, a different thought, idea, taste,
our mistakes, pain, happiness, love... and very importantly, our memories which seamlessly connect it all together.
our souls live in our minds, temporally being stored there until we let go.
every single little thing that i write is a pinch of my essence, a bit of my soul that i leave for you to read.
everything we do, each thing we leave for this world, is a bit of soul, which everybody can enjoy of.
whenever you achieve something, as little as it can be, you are leaving a little trace of what your living being once was.
and then, you become eternal.
this website is a pinch of soul made with love, which hopefully will be around for long enough for people to enjoy and think about.