Siempre me levanto tarde del lugar donde duermo; no siempre es una cama, no he tenido la suerte de dormir siempre cómodo, a veces amanezco por ahí oliendo el suelo o revolcándome detrás del escritorio mientras los libros y papeles se desploman sobre mi cabeza, he amanecido en casas ajenas, universidades, hospitales, detrás de iglesias... una vez amanecí en un parque del Downtown en Houston - Texas, lo positivo fue que era verano y no hacia frío, dormí en pantaloneta y sin camiseta, el clima estaba fresco y húmedo, mi cuello sudaba, las gotas se deslizaban en mi espalda fastidiándome mientras dormía, ¡cómo odio eso, sudar es tan humano!. Mi cara se aplastó un poco contra las tablas de madera de la silla donde dormía, creo que mi lengua estuvo tocando el espaldar de hierro toda la noche.
Mientras viajaba en sueños, amanecía y la gente empezaba su rutina diaria, esa que consume casi toda la vida hasta el día en que se muere. Ese amanecer en Houston fue difícil, salían los carros y trenes a fastidiar la existencia de aquellos que dormimos ocasionalmente en las calles. Yo sólo quería dormir sin importar el estridente ruido, esta gente nunca respetó mi sueño, incluso siendo temprano en la mañana, pasaban caminando al lado mío murmurando no sé qué cosas, hablando como siempre de sus problemas que jamás solucionan.
¿Por qué no lo hablan lejos de mi silla? -decía entre dientes- ¿por qué tienen que hablar cerca a mis oídos justamente cuando estaba intentando dormir?. No había sido un día fácil, dentro de mi sueño intermedio les decía que respetaran, que se callaran ya mismo, que respetaran el sueño ajeno, ¿o es que acaso no se daban cuenta de que yo los escuchaba y estaba tratando de conciliar mi sueño?. No pude dormir, esa mañana me paré con mi maleta y me fui a otra ciudad donde pudiera dormir tranquilo.
martes, 1 de diciembre de 2009
TRASHING PANORAMA
trash, reactions, trash: so popular ,Clubhouse classic and collectible
A long plastic hallway drives us to thieves
Tell me about your background
Where do you sell your productivity ?
trash, reactions, trash: so popular, Clubhouse classic and collectible
The mother of all your stoned politics
I wish u were into my trashing panorama
Party animals dreaming goldie pornography
it was crying out loud
it was dying about catching some red rays
I chucked up on your healthy landscape
I'm still thinking about your categories.
Leave what you have left
Infamous instance
Burn out and left for dead
You can't brake the broken
Play no mind with my mind
Head hits concrete
Whats goes around comes around
So much time but the cake has been eaten
In this world they can decide your fate-hate
TRANSPARENT FAMILY
mother TALKS :
Like an atomic explosion
Remember the time you were searched at customs
Your bag was full of candy bars, cookies , fruits
And they laughed ,
you used to eat nothing but sweets
life Decided to drop you out
Decided to drop this out
Father TALKS :
Remember how embarrassed you were at school
you started to collect stupid things again
but life hurts you once more
what about your nasty scars ?
it happened too fast
he was dropped out
drop it out
son TALKS:
nudity is a threat to my existence
I don’t shave , I don’t sweat I don’t even shit
You know life would hit me again
This is my last word : bye
Like an atomic explosion
Remember the time you were searched at customs
Your bag was full of candy bars, cookies , fruits
And they laughed ,
you used to eat nothing but sweets
life Decided to drop you out
Decided to drop this out
Father TALKS :
Remember how embarrassed you were at school
you started to collect stupid things again
but life hurts you once more
what about your nasty scars ?
it happened too fast
he was dropped out
drop it out
son TALKS:
nudity is a threat to my existence
I don’t shave , I don’t sweat I don’t even shit
You know life would hit me again
This is my last word : bye
THE IDEAS TO BE BEAUTIFUL
Who is the Author? : painting studios
For this user : miscommunication
line of words : for anybody
game industry : rhythm section
describe these practices : New Collage
the use of mixing: house song
It is relevant : less memory
The question is vital: what question?
Act of choice , Act of choice ,Act of choice
Everything is nothing
Images without images : my own landspcape
No one desires : to prove
Rules collection : measures
Journey with no motion : fantasy
I said to the driver : YOU RE WELCOME
I repeated myself :is the elevator working ?
He told me : no, its not working
Act of choice , act of choice, act of choice
The list could run longer
This big city is not enough for us
DIETETICA
From this description
Nature –understanding- lighting
Nobody has come into
Teachings- tools- plenty- circles
Where everything fails
Violence- yes it is- tendency-heritage
High-tech answers for all, today
Nature –understanding- lighting
Nobody has come into
Teachings- tools- plenty- circles
Where everything fails
Violence- yes it is- tendency-heritage
High-tech answers for all, today
ON / OFF
When I love my enemy, you hate my enemy
When I cannot walk , you want to hang around
When I wear my shoes , you wear my feet
When I cannot think , you try to be smart
When I become the best , you're the worst
When I cannot walk , you want to hang around
When I wear my shoes , you wear my feet
When I cannot think , you try to be smart
When I become the best , you're the worst
HE WAS UGLY BUT KIND
You re a lousy lousy lousy thinker —said Lady Death
For me —I told her— I’m not perfect
People live on their beauty disillusions—she said
Why not?
I suggested what else is there?
The end of them—she said.
He was ugly —people said
For me —I told her— I’m not perfect
People live on their beauty disillusions—she said
Why not?
I suggested what else is there?
The end of them—she said.
He was ugly —people said
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