cinderella

And while she was trying her new foot gear -that came from a farther and mysterious city- she felt like the basStard princess of a fairy tale in the exactly moment when the frog was going to see if the crystal shoe was suitable.

*she couldn't stop wondering how he -the froggy prince- had done to calculate the size of her foot.

geography

In the middle age, the cartographers drew maps very different than the ones we know nowadays. The objective of those maps wasn't to find the right location of a country or a sea, there were another patterns to draw them. For instance, the religion. For catholics, Jerusalem seemed to be the centre of the world, so this holy place was drawn in the middle of the map.

Things changed during the modern times. The cartography became a science and -apparently- the maps started to show the world how it really is (this is a lie).

*she definitely adores the way he draws, specially maps. Because he always puts his sense of humour in everything he does and makes her laugh a lot. But she would like to tell him that Argentina is not beside China...

happy

It couldn't be of another way. It had to be a rainy day today.

And it was terrible cold but I was walking under the rain because I felt happy.

And I was singing "Leaving New York", in the car, while I was going to work.

And I was writing single words over the glasses, whit the teardrops.*

*you were raining over me the whole day

why

tell me right now. don't think to answer. just tell me why have you done this to me? why? why are you the way you are? are you real? are you sure that you are real? because you don't seem real to me. these getiks are the sweetest things i have seen ever. i dont deserve anything of everything that you have done (sent) to me. you are too much

election

If I continue voting for the ecologist party who takes Marcuse as a philosophical base, I am never going to be represented in the congress.

this is so sad, so sad.*

*always so tragic.

**grow up, Valeria... you are still green (?)

honduras

America is bleeding once again.

There is a hurt that crosses the whole continent.

achtung

It is supposed that I must be reading Foucault right now.

But since yesterday afternoon, this strange paper has stolen all my concentration.

* I need that it be monday today (weird sensation)

** I hope that tomorrow don't get closed everything for the influenza.

north

When you can't modify the reality, you have to accept it exactly how it is.

Probably, in the same way that you accept that it is summer at the other side of the world...

*anyway, I just can't stop to believe in r(evolutions).

expectation

It is just a second what you need to change your mood completely -for better or for worse-

What is the size of the waiting? What is the weight of it?

When something out of plans happens to you, you start to think that magic happens (like a wind coming from the east).

It's all that i can say. All I have to do is wait.

Meanwhile, I just can't get out this smile from my face.*

*so metaphoric as usual.

non-stop

"They will be able to cut all the flowers, but they will not stop the spring"

Ernesto Guevara*

*It is said that this sentence belongs to Pablo Neruda. Anyway, EG had one of his books when he was in Bolivia.

japanese

an small bridge is like a Japanese bridge. It's the kind of bridge that you have to cross slowly.

you can stop at the middle of it for seeing the orange fishes that swim in the water below.

and when you finally get at the other side you can sit on the grass for having tea.*

(and you can pray a little too, if you want, of course)

* small Japaneses bridges confuse with you. and everything is a big big zen thought.

painter

A writer seen by the eyes of another writer.

A writer painted by another one.

Someone so obsessed with the eyes and the blindness.

Probably in another time and space, Kafka will be able to draw Sabato.

*when Sabato stopped writing he came back to bis first art: the painting (as Juan Pablo C., in the tunnel)

engineer

and nowadays i wonder: are you finally able to build a bridge?

tunnel

Since yesterday he is 98*

*long living sometimes can be a curse.

tango

miss you today -kinda your day-*

*after all this time

marketing

Where is the line that divides love from an obsession?

All I know is that Obsession is the name of my perfume.

And love... Well, love must be underground.*

*always so but so clear with the concepts.

seas

"I have crossed oceans of time just to find you"

hope

Just a kid to know about love.

Not kid enough to know about the war and the death that are around him.

stars

mi noche en el barrio de Belgrano.

*the winter has come

Listen!

Listen, if stars are lit
it means – there is someone who needs it.
It means – someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.
And overwrought, in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might be already late.
In tears,
he kisses God's sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won't be able to stand that starless ordeal.
Later,
He wanders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.
And to everyone else, he says:
'Now,
it's all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?'
Listen, if stars are lit,
it means – there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building.

VM

*One of the stars has a known face.