Every time I say good bye...
...To someone I fell in love with, I remember where all started.
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Mi cumpleaños número 31
Nunca pensé que llegaría a los 31, tampoco que terminaría mi casa o la universidad, enamorarme o viajar para conocer lenguas únicas y mares de ensueño.
Principalmente nunca pensé que tendría amigos porque siempre me costó cultivar las amistades.
Sin embargo la vida me dio, y me sigue dando, muchas oportunidades como también amigos entrañables... Donde fallé en seguir caminando ellos me levantaron, me hicieron sentir querido y acompañaron hasta que pudiera volver al ruedo.
Ese es el secreto de mis festejos de cumpleaños, darles las gracias y dedicarles a ellos mi día y vida.
Enredarse más que enamorarse...
Uno dice que esas primeras etapas es el enamoramiento, y claramente es así. Aunque en mis experiencias e intentos personales termina encajando mejor la palabra "enredar".
Básicamente uno entre nervios, omisiones y tropiezos termina en una suerte de baila sin ritmo que otorga tiempo para cultivar luz o fuego de la chispa primigenia que los unió en un principio.
Ahí es donde se vuelve una aventura o una odisea quedando en una serie interminable de oportunidades de llegar a mostrar algo del ethos de uno entre tantas capas de experiencias, expectativas y exteriores.
Es una trampa china donde cuando más uno intenta más difícil se logra, donde el permanecer en un estado en blanco abre la puerta a escribir una historia conjunta. Los trazos justamente juegan con ese blanco, el silencio, cada intermedio... Las acciones simplemente ayudan a dibujarlos para recordarlos vívidamente en un plano donde sean testigos los que nos sucedan.
Ahí tal vez logre avanzar finalmente en ese sentimiento de cuatro letras de paradójica inconmensurabilidad, en el baile de dos sílabras, cuatro letras que esperamos siga indefinidamente para evitar recitarlo en las tanguerías reviviéndolo. Buscamos el triunfo del silencio negando el baile ritual mortuorio de ese momento que ya no es.
Las miradas significan...
...Sin contexto ni explicación, van al corazón como relámpago hasta ser la sangre que da vida al cuerpo.
Invisible Man
Going from youth to a stablished adulthood is really straightforward until you realize the shoes don't fit you quite right away, at least not until you're on the brink of falling to old adulthood. In the meantime you seek, create and review your summer loves trying to scream from the past to reach the present despite you know that there are no sounds there and the messages will only appear to the recipient when they revisit the past. That person will stay right next to you but neither of you will know of each other's presence way after it happened because the past is your common ground and at the same time the eternal tangent at its closest point before going away.
That may be the reason the moon is associated with love, it has phases and only during certain times it releases a small opening to bewitch whoever passes through, special ocassions to transform and relive treasured moments before the sun erases all and start healing you to go back to the present.
Now I appear and ask you, why pretending to have moved on when we both dance under the moon. I leave countless messages through the years longing for a chance to break the spell that bounds us to separate realms. Perhaps it's a matter of taboo, of bending the rules to one's advantage to bring chaos and see what will be the outcome no matter the chances because it's always better to numb the pain and die than suffer endlessly without a purpose.
Perhaps old age as a walking book may provide the final answer, to see other love travelers going through the same passages and warn them what lays ahead and perhaps hint them of shortchuts and better paths. Maybe it'd be too optimistic to imagine that, certain things are meant to repeat themselves eternally.
El corazón es metafórico...
...Los latidos que uno cree escuchar son simplemente la voz propia hecha sentimiento haciendo eco en la infinidad de cavernas que tratamos de ocupar en la forma de un amor entre tantas mujeres con las que hemos cruzado camino.
It wasn't love...
How to deal with indifference from the person you accepted when talking about personal feelings.
It's Christmas...
...So you prepare so many things, except the ones you can't touch and manipulate at your will. You just let it flow and bow living through it.
"Generation Um"
I still find it unbelievable how life can be left behind so easily.
Latin Love
Things you will need when travelling...
...There are some basic material stuff that make your day even if it's a routine day.
I find them innovative every time I use them despite everyone knows them.
First one is the camera... Doesn't matter the type, size or its quality; the idea is that you record it with your eyes the best way possible at that moment.
Second one would be pen and paper... Same thing like before, any size or quality because as long as you can write you'll be able to remind yourself of something, inspiration will stay with you, an echo will remain around to assist in your experience melody.
Third one is a book, a book is the universal invention for humanity... A recorded story either from life or mind but it's a rock in a pond, disturbs the water to create something new. A triad will be built between the written story, your mind and the reality surrounding you.
Take advantage of your life, you are meant to walk the Earth. Enjoy it, build it, be built it by it.
People will remain forever in your heart and those three things will help you in that road.
"NO" significa "SÍ"...
...Mientras que "después vemos..." es un "NO" definitivo.
I've been told my words are charming...
...But people fear to repeat them like if some sort of curse could arise from pronouncing them.
Formas originales de declararse...
Past...
...Either it's been due for some time or lurks hidden with that cloak only to reveal itself as the lost Present calling for a chance to live. Thing is, what were you living then?
And now that I think about it...
...Perhaps my love feeling is a mere construction of past people that I was fond of, I was infatuated with or I just wanted to take to bed.Los plagios se justifican...
...Para encontrar una suerte de paz interna.
El peso que uno siente no es la vida misma...
...Sino el vacío que generamos por deseos egoístas.
I just want to know one thing, and one thing only...
...Are you happy?
Heart on Sale / For Rent / To be shared / To fall in love
Hi there :-)
Thank you for reading. It's not easy to open up oneself but once you do it, it's paradise.
I've been thinking, reflecting and retaking that perhaps one day I'll get to meet someone special once again to fall in love with.
It should be nice and original... Crazy things will happen in the meantime while love grows between us.
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