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.
Thursday
Tuesday
Sunday
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
Saturday
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)
Friday
Wednesday
Tuesday
philosophy
"The dreams are the way of metaphysician thinking of the primitive ones"
Ortega y Gasset
*everyday I feel more like a paleolithic girl
Monday
Saturday
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
Thursday
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.
Monday
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?
Saturday
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.
Friday
Thursday
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.
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.
Sunday
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.
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