Thursday, September 30, 2010


In 10 years from now I think I will remember this new routine I have. I want to remember how at21, I would spend the nights pseudo-working on my art assignments while watching this wonderful movies that explain wonderful stories.

I would like to remember each single word and each single scene, instead of let them vanish from my head as ephemeral memories made out of sand.

Sometimes, I wish I could remember everything...

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


A Stalker. A Perverted. A Procrastinator. A lazy ass bastard. An ignorant. A girl. A bisexual. An open minded individual. An experimental. A listener. An audience. A sheep. A horse. A donkey. An iguana. A dog. A snake. A Gemini. A mexican. An american. An university student. An organs donor. A brunette. An emo. An empty minded. An admirer. A lucky one. A sexy one. An inconstant one. A hypocrite. A diplomatic. A sleepy person. An inconstant person. A cosa. A mosquito. A daughter. A sister. A friend. An ex. A Spanish speaker. An Honor Student. A bird. A frog. A green. A smile. A dude. A...

A.... a.... a.... a.... a... AHHHHHH!!!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Sin orden y sin final.

100. Ir a Europa.
99. Ir a Japón.
98. Hacer paracaidismo.
97. Tener sexo con una mujer.
96. Tener sexo con un hombre.
95. Ir a China.
94. Pagarle a mis padres.
93. Involucrarme en la producción de una película.
92. Besar bajo la lluvia.
91. Ir a Canadá.
90. Donar mi cabello.
89. Ir a la India
88. Hacer un libro para niños
87.  ------

Saturday, September 25, 2010

My understanding is breaking.

"What we strive for is not a "beautiful" voice, but a voice rid of doubt and insecurity;
a voice perfectly in pinch with the honesty of any text or feeling; a voice that, in essence, sincere. Sincerity gives any voice compelling beauty."
Fatsy Rodenberg

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

No test for today.


The blog is starting to bothering me... shame on him.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

I think I drank the holly whater.

And so you are the reader and the writter of my fantasies.
You are the one who holds the pen that will be used to describe that world.
With your lies, but your stories, this whole new place could be created.

I love the fantasy. I love the adventure. I love you.
I love your body, I love your pleasure, I love you.

But do I love reality?

Tell me a story.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Manny says:

Sculpture Class!

Yup, and they say I don't like to eat.
Pff... If only.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Lacking harmony.

Nothing much to say today...
uhm, well... I continue naked.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Mr. O talked to me.

With my necklace, my earrings, my bracelets, my ring. I felt so overprotected.
And so I took them off, one by one, until my skin was free, and my movements in direct contact with the air.

One by one I ended up completely naked, while fully dressed.

And I did not like what I see.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

6:13 AM = T i r e d

And so, it's like when we used to say we felt someone was missing. Now, I find myself constantly realizing that I'm here and not there. Now I realize that I'm not just watching the movie; I'm there... there... acting at the movie.
(There, instead of here.)

So I guess is normal to think that I'm the one that was missing that time. Right?

Or was it the both of us?

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Nothing profound.

Yup, most of the times -if not all the time- I'm particularly mindless, so... not in the mood to act like I know something you don't know.

So, pictures time!

And yup, camera emergency!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Another dream with purple.

I was painting the eyes of this old dead lady.
I was painting the eyes of this old dead lady.
I was painting the eyes of this old dead lady.

And I was so, so, so afraid that she would open them.

Would she? Would she? Would she open them?

Where those eyes even close since the start?