madness

*taken outside the civilization

makingup

a map as the telling of a story

it doesnt matter in fact if it reflects the reality

because the reality is something that you make up*

*there's no chace to think that reality can be objective

rid

#*he reads (?)

watching

people say i'm crazy doing what i'm doing

well they give me all kind of warnings to save me from ruin*

*

money*

we talk with metaphors

in fact we think with metaphors.

the point is that the metaphor that repesents the modern times is: "Time is money"

such a sad and poor idea, with no poetry at all inside of it

*ihatepinkfloyd

##

*not in the best mood

**the ashes are not helping

whoknows

je te deteste aujourd'hui*

*just for today, i dont know tomorrow

eco

there are situations that i have imagined so many times

that when they finally take place,

i'll have to check if i had conceived something like that before*

*it sounds like the umberto eco's semiotic (?)

flag

blindness

borges told that when he was 76 he recovered his vision parcially

and then he could hardly see the face of a woman who had been his friend during his youth.

he confessed that in that moment he understood that it was better to live in darkness

potlatch

*giving someone the best that you have

stairmeup(?)

and there must be a reason why we have built stairs for reaching to the next floor and not another kind of object.

because for me, it would be absolutely perfect getting to the first floor by using a pair of plastic wings or maybe an individual and small aerostatic ballon.

i can even go further and say that we could get the perfection if we would leave the stairs for ever and use a couple of giant birds.

for instance: huge hawks who could take us from our backs, rise us and leave us totally safe in the second or third floor.

of course, i have thought that these big birds would receive a very good salary for their contribution to the human progress (?)*

*i trully believe that in the name of progress (a fake one, of course) we have quit to the poetry... and this is so sad... so tragic and sad (?)

physics

*i disordered your atoms to make you appear

sun

i suspect that there is a relationship between camus and the sun

probably a kind of obsession or something like that

but i dont know

i'm not sure

i'll have to think about it

tech

probably the first mistake is to think that the technology is not good or bad

that everything depends on the use that you give to it.

the technology can be many things, except innocent.

it has never been innocent

and it will never be

yoga

* (?)

0

tell me in what year you are living

and i'm gonna tell you who rules the world...*

*i adore dali. i hope you adore him too

waiting

i could say: i can hardly wait to be there

i could say that

i know i could

but i wont...*

*so tragically shy (?)

penciling

*she writes secret messages, with a black pencil in small pieces of paper

noveling

*now that i take a look again, it seems so kafkian to me

fOndoOf*

*ok, i admit it: i'm a chagallist

key*

*mister

flying

my new modem is an aeroplane
the same aeroplane that i need to cross the ocean*

*:0P

mer

booking

i'm sitting over a mountain of books

or probably over a hill, to be more exactly

-sometimes i need to be precise with the words-

i'm reading so many things at the same time

and there are so many books that i want and need to read before my going

that time wont be enough, probably

but who cares?*

*i dont care

#guess

just think about this situation for a moment:

#you and i, sitting in a café, for instance in paris

and someone watching us, from another table.

if that someone try to imagine who we are and how we met and why we are sitting there

do you think that he could guess the truth?*

triumph

paul wittgenstein was a musician.

he played the piano.

he also was ludwig's brother.

during the first world war, he was sent to the front for fighting

and he lost his right arm

anyway, when he came back from the war

he decided to go on with his career as a pianist*

*ravel, as a composer, wrote for him "the left hand piano concert"

sugar

*the sweetest way to greet someone, ja! (so ironic)

professor

*what are you professing at the end? (?)

#simple

as i have nothing to write or say

i just dont write and dont say*

*just that

watchtower

i like to watch, a lot

most of the times when i watch people on the street

for instance: a couple drinking a coffee in a place

i use to start thinking about their lifes, their past, the relationship between them and all that

and i make up stories about it*

*i'm mad, i know it