diary

Ok, now that nobody reads this blog, I can use it to make terrible confessions about myself and my deepest feelings...

I can be absolutely mad, but I'm not so stupid (yet).

I'll never write here about that.

Dream on.

compass

I always knew where the north was.
It is just that I have been trying to avoid it

giving

Some day you will understand that my writing is not any more than the way that I have to give response to the constant question formulated by your silence

request

"Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, [is] to be burned unread."

Kafka's writing attracted little attention until after his death. (Definitely he was out of his time)

lack

I don't need a reader. I need a surrender.

more

just that

philosophy

"The dreams are the way of metaphysician thinking of the primitive ones"

Ortega y Gasset

*everyday I feel more like a paleolithic girl

samsa

and then I wonder: What are we turning into?

conversations

Because only the human beings who bring themselves into game can communicate between them

Probably, just probably to read Georges Bataille is not making me any favor

box

"This is a little space where I try to put all the things that don't fit in the world"*

*I should have to try to put myself in it, but maybe I don't even fit here. (always so tragic, so tragic so tragic, but maybe even a little more)

ambition

I am creating a new language.

For instance this a sentence in my language: #jsam'ñ cocutu bfragnow kurum#

Nobody can understand what I mean because any language is a convention. I need someone else to talk to or my language will be just another act of my dangerous mind.

But in fact, I'm not interested in talking with anyone, I'm just trying to find the way to build a new tower of Babel to reach the sky.

If no one tries to talk to me during the construction of the tower, there will never be a misunderstanding and the tower won't fall.

That's all I want. To get to the sky just to put my head over the clouds and see if there is a God that really lives there.

julio

Hey, you.

You, that are reading right now

Why are you here?

What do you want?

Am I spying you from this broken wall or are you spying me from your screen?

I can suspect what you are thinking now

Do you have any idea about what do I have in mind?

clepsidra

If you lose a minute counted by a water-clock, what could it happen? Do you think that you can get drown?

If I were in an ocean of hours, I shouldn't be able to swim.

I am thinking that I am sinking.

song

"You used to be alright
What happened?

Did the cat get your tongue?"...

Two

Let's play a game.

Let's play that I take you a picture while you take me a picture in the exactly moment that I'm taking a picture to you. Meanwhile someone else takes a picture to us.

Perspective

One day you find out that someone who was essential in your life is not important at all. It takes time to get to this situation -maybe years, maybe days- it depends on each one, but nothing can be more subjective that the idea of time for human beings.
A single day can be longer than ten light years.

The point is that when you see the things with perspective you discover that somebody who is the most important person in your life today, in ten years can be just an insect, a lost memory in the middle of an earthquake.

This is the first day of the rest of a life as an ant.

Anyway, to be an ant can be wonderful.

Side

West
Occident
Sunset
Dawn
Falling
Hell

Welcome to the Hell

I was waiting...

Cinema

It is like when you are in the cinema and you take a look to your wrist watch and you realises that in five minutes the movie will finish (because we all who like the cinema, know the convention that explains that any film has a lenght, so we know that it can't last forever). And we know that in those five minutes all the situations of the movie must be solved, to get to the end.

These are the last 5 minutes. At least that life has become an alternative, cheap, B-movie or that the director of everything be Stanley Kubrick.

Poker

Someone could bet the skin, another one could bet the bones. There is nothing to win. Everybody lose

Lucky

In spite of the time, you are still being the password of everything.

How would it feel to know that just with a finger on a keyboard, it is possible to hack this world?

Silence

Scientific researches have shown that if a human being does not eat, will died. So there is no doubt that the mouth was made for eating.
Scientific researches also proved that if human beings do not have sex, the specie does not reproduce and finally disappear. So there is no doubt that the mouth was made for kissing.
But there is no scientific research that has proved that the mouth was made for talking. If a human being does not talk during his entire life, will not die for this reason.

Agnostic

The random does not exist.

God does not play dice with the universe

How many coincidences are needed to start to believe that something weird is happening here? (so tragic and semiotic. I should have to play violin, too... strings are killing me)