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"Todo se hunde en la niebla del olvido pero cuando la niebla se despeja el olvido está lleno de memoria" Mario Benedetti

Respiro, luego existo.

Una vez más vuelvo a abrir tus paginas metafóricas para lograr lidiar con aspectos de mi existencia cotidiana que todavía no logro reconciliar; o más bien esta utopía en mi cabeza que no logra parecerse en nada a la realidad. Confrontaciones, verdades inverosímiles, falsas mentiras, la lealtad siempre en juego y nuevamente siento mis creencias tambalearse; se desmorona un poco aquello que creí indestructible; palabras que se toman a la ligera son para mi cosas que jamás tendrán sentido, simplemente no caben en mi cabeza; me arropan de tristeza, me agobia el sentimiento de derrota e impotencia frente a tales cosas. Maldita utopía que no me deja dormir, o malditos nosotros los seres humanos que solo logramos destruir hasta con lo que creamos.

Invisibilia

Entanglement  In Entanglement, you’ll meet a woman with Mirror Touch Synesthesia who can physically feel what she sees others feeling. And an exploration of the ways in which all of us are connected — more literally than you might realize. The hour will start with physics and end with a conversation with comedian Maria Bamford and her mother. They discuss what it’s like to be entangled through impersonation.

The Black

I confess, I can't do it alone, I don't have the strength to fight anymore, I fear I am losing the battles and there's nothing I can do, those who say, "just get up", "just do it" know nothing of what they say, it is no as easily as to just snap my fingers and it will all be better, Everything seems so much easier from the outside doesn't it? No, that's not the way it works, it's not easier to stand in the constant light, i'ts not easier to smile and pretend that everything is fine;  Darkness is alluring, it's comfortable, it's inspiring, I don't want to get rid of it, I want to use it, I want to explore it, Mold it, Paint it, Write it... I need a place where I can just exploit it, bask in it, understand it and come out the other side anew, but I can't do it alone, I am afraid of it's pull, I fear it is stronger than me; I am a afraid of loosing,I fear I could stay.

Some times, others say it better.....

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This is not my Home,  I only live here...