figurehead

I would like to know who gave the order to three elephants for practising skate inside my head, while a dwarf learns juggling with five hammers*

*everything in a figured sense, of course
**this blog is so full of poetry (?)

panoptism

when you leave a door opened, strange creatures get inside the room

and what it was a secret world -a game of two- becomes a public stage

aliens or spies trying to understand your world, copying every conduct, imitating until the last gesture

they swallow your music, your books, your blood, your body and your soul

they are just there, looking at everything, every time.

they are even inside my room now, just because a door was left opened*

*"the doors you open, i just can't close"

**literal, almost tragic, so greek, very platonic

feet

"Her feet are really delicate, because she does not bring them near to the soil but she walks on the head of the men" *

*Atë, eldest daughter of Zeus, leads men to their ruin

lezama

she thought that the message was for her (but she probably was wrong)

she believed to see a hidden clue, a secret sign, another of their hidden tunnels (but perhaps she misunderstood it)

she wanted to say something about it, but then she noticed that someone had said something before

she was late again

so she preferred to say nothing at all

she turned back, put her hands inside the trousers and went out to the street to drink all the stars.*

*park

weirdfishes

And this is how it feels: as being the least well-considered bait

Someone left the sharks to come for me*

* absolutely literal.

father

the only person i know who is able to do a gift to me, in the day of his birthday*

*he has always loved the french literature

yes

I swear that i have seen:

the moving of eyelashes of a butterfly

the fluttering of a fish

the flight of a spider*

* but the spider i know prefers to play the strings of its web while it rains.

** did i say that this is not metaphoric? OK, I say it. It is absolutely literal, and I'm tragic as usual

finger

So innocent as trying to cover the Sun just with a finger.
So soon as the Earth moves (because it is the Earth what it moves, or probably the owner of the finger), the Sun appears again. There is no finger that reaches to cover it completely, all the time.

*that is why i prefer to wear sunglasses for covering the Sun

afterhours

If you close the door
the night could last forever *

(leave the sunshine out)

*so velvet
*so underground

fortuneteller*

I was coming back home, so I crossed my favourite park -the one that is in front of the circular church-.

From behind some trees appeared a gypsy woman and said to me: "Hey, I wanna read your hand. Give me your hand".
I was almost petrified, but I couldn't avoid her, so I gave my hand to her. She smiled and the first thing she said was: "I see a wait here".**

She said many other things. It would be probably good to believe in her power.

* I know that fortune teller are two words, but I have the mania to put just one word as the title.

** The best part about accepting that someone reads your hand is that the gypsies fortune tellers tell you things so unclear that you can always give to them the meaning that you want.

luck

Some objects are so lucky that they are exactly where someone wants to be.

They can cross the sea without getting wet.

They can cross the sky with no need to fly or have wings*

(-i wish i could be... nevermind-)

*i was going to put a picture of the object... but probably it is better not to do it.

**i was going to erase this post... but i'll keep it.

*** so damn tragic. damn me

words

It is good to know that a keyboard is just a keyboard and nothig else, for instance: a knife*

"A little knife that barely fits in the hand;
fish without scales or river"

Federico García Lorca

*thanks God, or my fingers would bleed so much.

*so tragic or so metaphoric... or probably both. Yes, both

confirmation

A chinese man has invaded the house of these ducks *

*she was so right when she thought that all the people of that city were ducks.
** in fact, she suspects that the chinese guy is the king of the ducks disguised of man.

behaviour

As a wolf that is marking its territory *

It seems that it won't be enough.

It will be necessary to build a fortress around...

* i just can't stop laughing. i try, but i can't

songs

angry girl (AIC' s reminiscence) after trying to read inside the closet. she only could hang many of her books but now her back is destroyed.

doggy lady (Jimmy Hendrix' s influence) after trying to play her bass inside the fridge. now her bass is like a black -but almost acoustic- iceberg.

B.A woman (The Doors' inspiration) considering that it is not good to follow Jim Morrison's ideas about the use of different rooms and places of the house.

*probably the best for her is just to come back to the Interstate blog zone (STP' s consequence)

desire

"But I do not want comfort. I want God, I want the poetry, I want the real danger, I want the freedom, I want the kindness, I want the sin."*

Aldous Huxley

*i want all that and besides, i want nothing at all.

jim

what a great idea: to read inside a closet.

i'll try it tomorrow

*later i'll play my bass inside a fridge

magma

"Why couldn't we start by postulating a dream, a poem, a symphony as paradigmatic instances of the fullness of the being and considering the physical world as a deficient way of the being instead of seeing the things of an inverse way, instead of seeing the imaginary way of existence, it means: human, a way of being deficient or secondary?

Castoriadis

* i like this idea so bad. You had to be so greek, cornelius

sometimes

Poetic justice

in life*

*sometimes it happens

**just sometimes

moUrning

Someone had the great idea of painting the cemetery of color peach. A worthy cemetery must be white or at most, grey, but it can never be of another color, at the risk of looking like any thing less a cemetery.
Besides the suitable color, a cemetery must have: dead men, graves, some ghosts, crying people, many cats, rats and bats. A vampire could live there too.
If I was in the cemetery of my city, I would leave my tomb, loading my coffin, for resting in peace in a lugubrious place.

* I wonder if a ghost and a lost soul is the same?