13 & 31

13 might not be my lucky number, it´s certainly not 31 neither, it doesn´t matter if you turn, twist, invert, it doesn´t matter if you move forward, the past is there, so every time you turn your head you will see it, intact,beautiful and shining or the same mess you left behind. Past is grotesque when the person you used to be seduces you to go back and pick her (you) up again, -"Hey girl, you used to be so fun, come back here, we can be all the colors you like, we can be blue, gray, black..." -No way! Now I´ve got a job, I can finally talk to my mother, I have a car, I pay rent of my own place, don´t you see? I´m happier, I can be pink! -Pink is not your color you fool!, you´re gray, you´ll always be gray!! 

So there I stood, looking at her, so beautiful, demanding, intelligent, lonely and lost...it hurts. I took a deep breath, 31 is not so bad, I´ve learned, I´ve grown. I know I might see her again, when the blues comes in, when the memories appears, when those melancholic songs plays again.

I love you!

 

"Either way, win or lose
When you're born into trouble you live the blues..."

The begining of a great adventure

I used to be wild. I used to love the feeling of being full of air, my head like a helium balloon, so high, up in the sky above the clouds almost touching the stars, I used to love too the feeling of coming down on high speed, knowing that I might crash, the fear, the uncertainty, adrenaline...But now I´m down, on firm ground, so heavy and bold, walking to nowhere, whishing to be again in a middle of a tornado... suddenly a message "Hi, do you know?" - Me: "I know a lot of things" - "Wanna go for a coffe?"

Ojalá yo fuera azul

Ventana

Leaving California

No one but me is walking
Under palms that give no shade
I'm leaving you today

Greens

2006

(....ten mucho...mucho cuidado...) la araña está molesta, no hubo momento mas triste en el trepar de una cazadora que cuando alguien le dijo que era la cosa mas fea del mundo.
su piel de terciopelo
su telar de sabia y armoniosa compostura
su caminar lento y cauteloso
reina de lugares impensados
Desgraciada, fue despojada de toda seguridad, destrozaron casa y legado
no tiene a donde ir, no inspira respeto
a duras penas infunde miedo.
Anoche mi araña cazadora me dijo con tristeza, que abandonaba el rosal, cambiaba belleza por un poco de soledad.
Suspiré... caminó a lo oscuro y a su paso tejió un camino a su nuevo hogar. No entendi con extatitud por que lo hizo, pudo ser miedo a perderse o bien su venganza, una trampa para mis alas devorar.

es que asi lo dice el calendario

Bicho raro