ohmarias

2011-07-24T20:10:00.000-07:00

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Papagayo vs Parabólica

por que lo importante a nivel individual y colectivo es comprender y asimilar lo que ya ha pasado, para que podamos cambiar el futuro y no repetir, pero por sobre todas las cosas, para poder tomar consciencia de lo que nos pasa y lo que hacemos.

im growing up, its not simple anymore

2010-02-16T14:31:00.000-08:00

When im inlove i give it all
todo lo dejo,
im growing up
NOW seems not like i thought it was,
its more tomorrow, than today.
NOW is so far of what it was yesterday.
now i love u, tomorrow me da igual.
Im growing up,
i want to love u tomorrow, now me da igual.

2009-10-16T02:09:00.000-07:00

foto por Ivanna

"kick out the gloom
kick out the blues
tear out the pages with all the bad news
pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls
tear up the stairs and tear up the floors... Read More
oh just burn down the house!"
"the cure"
Doing The Unstuck

red rainny day

2009-10-13T03:37:00.000-07:00

Im sad and it rains
i painted my nails red, yesterday
im sad and it rains.

Write say invent
and be sure
im not sad to paint
cause when im sad
it rains
poors and washes away
the red in my nails
cause i just painted them
yesterday.

Dream feel imagine
listen
cause when im sad and it rains
i cry rainbow drops that create the color red
among the rainny grey rain.

It makes me smile!

2009-06-24T17:22:00.000-07:00

http://joshgoleman.com/2009/05/adam-and-hallis-weddding/

is it fantasy or reality?

2009-03-18T17:27:00.000-07:00

Hoy mientras volvía al trabajo luego de almorzar y tomar café, sentí que sometimes la realidad no es el problema, el problema es mi fantasía. Mis fantasmas fantasía. la realidad is just fine. Mejor conviértete en realidad pues la fantasía no se verá ni se sentirá. sólo emocionará. Fantasía o realidad?
Read, drink feel. Como un kit-kat.

Quote my favorite favorite book

2009-02-14T16:57:00.000-08:00

"There are essential and innessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon. Inessential insanities are a brittle amalgamation of ambition, aggression, and pre-adolescent anxiety garbage that should have been dumped long ago. Essential insanities are those impulses one instinctively senses are virtuous and correct, even though peers may regard them as coo-coo.

Inessential insanities get one in trouble with oneself. Essential insanities get one in trouble with others. It's always preferable to be in trouble with others. In fact, it may be essential. Poetry the best of it, is lunar and is concerned with the essential insanities. Journalism is solar (there are numerous news papers named The Sun, none called The Moon) and is devoted to the inessential"

TOM ROBBINS
Still Life With Woodpecker

In what moon are you at

2009-02-09T06:16:00.000-08:00

Im eating the moon here
In what moon are you at?
Inspirational maybe.
Here im eating the moon,
is it that yours is growing?
is she in the same fase?
Turn the light on stranger.
Maybe it starts growing here
You with someone or me.

I keep eating the moon here.
I just want it to fade
until there is no face
and once more and again
it starts growing again.

In what moon are you at?
En que tiempo estarás?
it is waxing its face?
Or is it growing again?

LoveSpell: Against Endings by Erica Jong

2009-02-03T16:12:00.000-08:00

"All the endings in my life
rise up against me
like that sea of troubles
Shakespeare mixed
with metaphors;
like Vikings in their boats
singing Wagner,
like witches
burning at
the stake--
I submit
to my fate.

I know beginnings,
their sweetnesses,
and endings,
their bitternesses--
but I do not know
continuance--
I do not know
the sweet demi-boredom
of life as it lingers,
of man and wife
regarding each other
across a table of shared witnesses,
of the hand-in-hand dreams
of those who have slept
a half-century together
in a bed so used and familiar
it is rutted
with love.

I would know that
before this life closes,
a soulmate to share my roses--
I would make a spell
with long grey beard hairs
and powdered rosemary and rue,
with the jacket of a tux
for a tall man
with broad shoulders,
who loves to dance;
with one blue contact lens
for his bluest eyes;
with honey in a jar
for his love of me;
with salt in a dish
for his love of sex and skin;
with crushed rose petals
for our bed;
with tubes of cerulean blue
and vermilion and rose madder
for his artist's eye;
with a dented Land-Rover fender
for his love of travel;
with a poem by Blake
for his love of innocence
revealed by experience;
with soft rain
and a bare head;
with hand-in-hand dreams on Mondays
and the land of fuck
on Sundays;
with mangoes, papayas
and limes,
and a house towering
above the sea.

Muse, I surrender
to thee.
Thy will be done,
not mine.

If this love spell
pleases you,
send me this lover,
this husband,
this dancing partner
for my empty bed
and let him fill me
from now
until I die.
I offer my bones,
my poems,
my luck with roses,
and the secret garden
I have found
walled in my center,
and the sunflower
who raises her head
despite her heavy seeds.

I am ready now, Muse,
to serve you faithfully
even with
a graceful dancing partner--
for I have learned
to stand alone.

Give me your blessing.
Let the next
epithalamion I write
be my own.
And let it last
more than the years
of my life--
and without the least
strain--
two lovers bareheaded
in a summer rain".

Mi primer Blog* When i´m a mermaid *

2009-02-02T17:02:00.001-08:00

Ver, oir, sentir y callar. A veces parece que al decirlo se vuelve banal.

Lo primero que publico:

I sometimes take a pen and write.
Is just then when i feel like celebrating the flow of life underwater.
Then when i stop to think, i feel like flying far out the ocean where i should be.
Half human/woman. So sofocated out of the ocean or under my sea.