I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over.
My ideas? All that I have… Are all that I am. ^__^Archive for Words
YES
Well, want can I say… Just because Hector and Albane are going to SFMOMA this week, I’m remembering when I went there. I have some impressions of modern art and are mostly bad, but sometimes a master piece makes me regret some words that I’ve said about it.
I’ve been doing a lot of things lately… Taking care of my dearest and trying to keep my head clear. Life is Amazing! And now I had a thought about Yoko Ono, she knew it! Life is a wonderful chance, so then she made it. She’s one of the cool examples of young people who knows what to do with their money and life at the right time. I would like be like her.
Peace.
The Evil Beauty and the Nerd.
This is so super!!! hi hi 
Tatsuya Ishida always have the right answers. I was thinking about this thing of being in the right moment, the last time in your life, the first love, the man of your life, love, projects, family, friends, being a nerd, geek, maybe a freak or an outsider, black&white, BLUE, traveling, memories, errors, success, money… Gosh! You know, I was so stressed that just focussed my mind into the white-matrix… In front my PC. And this Sinfest mythology thing came out: “I am EVIL&cute and JESUS will love me”.
Note: Some of my friends will disagreed with this post because few years ago I had the Monique’s profile but… Everyone changes.
OK, I will tell you this story:
I remember that day, the day the nerd spoke to me… “Yes, smells like fruits!”.
Beauties can die…
Goddess and woman. Once, a metal blonde depressive girl and now a romantic brunette.
I guess that there’s some kind of girl… Like me, that needs to solve some kind of paradigm deep inside. Our God it’s our Demon. Many times our biggest, darkest, strongest enemy lives in ourselves and we must fight him, trying to call him by his real name, so then we will be free. There are many stories, poems, paintings, movies, etc., about this. We are alchemists. Its funny how in this video of one of my favorite Mexican singers, you can watch the brunette killing the blonde, Ely probably knows something about this mythology because in her biography you’ll find a battle between the model and the outcast musician. There are some other Alchemist, Druids, and Prophets… Wise people who help you, they know your real name, love you and stay by your side. There are many others, kind of wise who can call you by your real name, but they use it against you. Read the rest of this entry »
From my notebook…
When I was 5 or 6 years old, I asked my mom why she used to write and draw stuff in a little notebook that I liked to pick up all time and also draw in their pages and destroy her art. I used to pass my time asking myself “what my mom wants to communicate with this?” And at the same time I use to watch with all my attention her drawings like if they were puzzles, enigmas or treasures. She told me that was her stuff! For her, and she had not intention of show “her stuff” to somebody… Obviously I didn’t understood. For her that notebook was so special that she had to keep it hide to somebody who could understand. But there’s something else, the need of write and draw… There’s not a special reason, not a single one, I think. But we like to do it all the time, It’s our way of being ourselves. I don’t know if I took that from her, like I took from my dad the love for the acoustic guitar, just that he knows how to play it.
I would like to share with you some of my drawings, just for the pleasure of doing it. Share those momments that I will keep in my memory in the form of a piece of paper. (Maybe it’s another way of get out of reallity…).
I still ask myself, what my mom did with those little notebooks. Where are they? Read the rest of this entry »
Cronopios, poesía y tiempo.
Encontré ésta poesía , después de soñar con mi ex, sentir la tristeza y el candor de un recuerdo fuerte… Ese recuerdo que me llevaría a buscar y encontrar… El que busca encuentra y voilà, es simple.
Si, esa noche de domíngo, dos corazones estando lejos estuvieron juntos y se despedian, es como un ciclo eterno. Es como un extracto de una película de David Lynch. Diablos! >_<
Y yo que quiero ser Cronopio! Read the rest of this entry »
Deuxième fois
Why is everything so confusing for me right now? Maybe cause I dont want to wake up early and run to the university and this feeling of freedom is brand new! But now something is closed and I was 14 the first time I heard this song, and few months ago I found that was in french damn! I used to love it and once again I am so predictable, be darky and complicated can be carried at the same time with a smile, with poetry and hapiness.
————Lyrics—————
Si je cale
droit vers ma profonde souffrance
Si je nage
dans un grand verre qui est vide
remarque bien la solitude de ma pice
tu sentiras mes forts soupcons de detresse
alors laisse jaillir cette chute d’angoise de ma bouteille
car avant de mourir vaut mieux
souffrir une deuxime fois…
Si je croise
les doigts sur cette pnurie
regarde bien les larmes qui coulent de mon visage
tu sentiras soudain le parfum de mon courage
et si cette chute d’angoise me condamne pour toujours
bien avant de mourir faudra
souffrir un deuxime fois…
remarque bien la solitude de ma pice
tu sentiras mes forts soupcons de detresse
alors laisse jaillir cette chute d’angoise de ma bouteille
bien avant de mourir faudra
souffrir un deuxime fois…
Hang
WOW! I’ve found something amazing! A beloved gave me this chance and these things happens for something. I had to cross the ocean to meet this instrument! This makes me think of future, like a thing from another time, another planet and yes why not from a secret civilisation.
This is my instrument and curiously in Rennes there’s a guy that went to Switzertland and got his own Hang! Now I’m the next!! XD
A little bit of gothicness
I’ve been working so hard trying to get a good level of french that life is becoming crazy!! This feeling of frustation is getting bigger inside of me that I just have no idea of what I want or what it’s next.
This is my first time in Europe and France is an extraordinary mix of culture. LOVE it! Buuuuut you are another person. A day you wake up and you find yourself submerged in a life with people that you met few months ago that became your close friends and you have new questions and paradoxes. Then you look yourself at the mirrow and there’re are the questions, hunting every strinkle, your new hair cut and your brand new facial soap.
2B, or not to be
Ethics class.
I had Ethics class yesterday night. I found it inspiring and specially useful. According to my professor there are 7 rules for living in society, with human relations being the most important aspect we need to care about.
I found myself confronted during the lesson. I began to realize that my way of thinking ran contrary to what was being taught in the class in many ways, especially with regards to the first rule: “Do not criticize, do not blame, do not complain”. I don’t want to mention the other rules for now.
Looking at my own posts I started to notice how oftenly I complain and make shallow judgements about other people and their situations… I suddenly felt embarrassed about myself.
I don’t want to break the human relation I have with others and I think there are virtues that can be practiced instead of complaining.
We live in a world of inmense beauty, and I think that wasting time complaining only leads to gradually losing the ability to marvel at its beauty and magnificence. Read the rest of this entry »
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