October 2, 2010


she threw herself at the Universe
and drifted away
among the stars

freedom invaded her soul
boundless landscapes
made of Cosmic dust

she danced
to the song of galaxies
vibrating eternally

alone she was
but ever felt so warmly embraced

eyes closed
happiness gripped her by the throat
as a black hole shattered her body
into a zillion pieces of stardust


September 9, 2010

i want it all

all I want is You

I close my eyes and see your ghost

even when I kiss them, 

I close my eyes to dream~ Because

it is You trespassing my eyelids~ Because

it is You taking me beyond

I wish you'd drag me to your abyss and kiss me til I burn

...how does it feel? 

How does it feel to be a goddamn King in a forbidden realm?

what I want is the grip of Your hands 

long fingers, like snakes, wanting to devour me

wanting to creep along my body-scratch it-hurt it...

...inflict the sweetest pain a woman could ever feel

I want your guns
your precious monsters
I want your darkness
your anger
your coldness
your sweetness
your fucking dont's...

I want it all 


heaven in hell

So I’m that borderline between heaven and hell...

It scares you that I dare
to write you out and cut the fragile thread that keeps you sane

There's no greater abyss than that which separates your thoughts from your words~
you speak because you know-I know what you are thinking when you hush

But I can feel the goosebumps raising in your skin when you hear my voice 
across the silence of distance

But there’s your sight running away at night
much too scared of seeing me in the stars~

and there’s the cornered chaos of your mind foretelling you a storm
yet craving for its twist~

and there’s your body forever enslaved by my whims

In Your Nightmares, I’m Your Dream



now we are safe, it is OK to pretend the fear is gone

now we cannot touch each other, it is fine to outwit the distance

like Souls that crave to submerge in the Sea
but wait for the waves to draw back before walking towards the water

we blow open the stitches of our wounds on purpose 
and bleed out hope
as if we were unable to live without pain

or perhaps pretending we cannot live without each other

the walls of Time keep closing on Us
mocking at our inability to move, 
as they tighten

we are just deathlines junkies


June 30, 2010

Not Enough Time

Not enough time

And I was lost for words
In your arms
Attempting to make sense
Of my aching heart
If I could just be
Everything and everyone to you
This life would just be so easy

Not enough time for all
That I want for you
Not enough time for every kiss
And every touch and all the nights
I wanna be inside you

We will make time stop
For the two of us
Make time stop
And listen for our sighs

Not enough time for all
That I want for you
Not enough time for every kiss
And every touch and all the nights
I wanna be inside you

In our fight against the end
Making love we are immortal
We are the last two left on earth
And I was lost for words
In your arms
Attempting to make sense of
My aching heart
If I could just be everything
And everyone to you

Not enough time for all
That I want for you
Not enough time for every kiss
Not enough time for all my love
Not enough time for every touch

Not enough time for all
That I want for you
Not enough time for every kiss
And every touch and all the nights
I wanna be inside you

★Your voice, the pain in your eyes, your all-burning fire...
In my soul forever, Hutch, forever★

June 13, 2010

ahead and beyond

My steps on the sand, still humid, leave a mark that vanishes with time.

Once strong and deep, my footprints are now forgotten in the Past, removed by the many waves that crash onto the shore.

Same water that washes my feet. Same water that washes the sand so I can make new prints as I move forward.

Turning back makes no sense. I want new, I want fresh. I want ahead.

Sun hides, in red flames, behind the ocean. It looks ashamed, like a coward, as if it wanted to put out its fire.

But I know the truth.

Sun refuses to shine on the same reality twice. It moves and keeps its flames for a new Present.

I remain in its Past but I am also its Future.

The greens of the Mountain contrasts and compete with the blues of the Sea. Mountain cradles the beach. It is its mother just as well as its enemy.

At the strike of Rain, a vomit of dirt comes down the Mountain to die on the beach, poisoning it.

I can hear its terrifying roar as I walk.
I can feel the waves foretelling the intoxication, preparing to fight back.
I can see the Sun attempting to hide it all by taking away its Light.

It all happens around me, and it all happens inside of me.

Nature is at war. And so I am.

Only the Stars will bring us peace. Or a truce.

The Ocean will rise with the Moon, and fiercely sway, back and forth, to cleanse itself.

A cleaner ocean, a cleaner mountain, a cleaner sky. Nature is wise.

Soon, I will no longer care about my footprints. I’ll look up and a shooting star will make me forget that I am walking. Even that I am on Earth.

I will become everything I see, once and for all.

My soul, set free by the starred dark, will too fly wiser after the war.


May 12, 2010


I can feel You. When you laugh, when you cry inside... 
It's so pleasant, It's so painful

I feel them all. It is why I sometimes prefer to be alone
See, it just comes to me. I'm helpless before so many sensations, 
left to learn which are theirs and which my own
I'm too often overwhelmed. It becomes hard to speak

When I take someone in, those I pick, very carefully indeed, 
it's because they are songs: Harmony of Chaos singing to my soul

They aren't a few. So many wonderful creatures have this planet
Yet, the one closer is he who rocks me stronger, inspiring all my words

Your Voice, so easy to identify; your feelings come to me in gales of pleasure and joy and pain and anger and passion, 
and make me want to dance
Amidst the chaos, You are the one who owns my heart


May 7, 2010

whim of my dreams

 No words to describe how inconceivable you are
I think of you and watch the Sea evaporate in form of nails

bursting the clouds, bleeding snow over infinite deserts 
You are a whim of my dreams,
irresponsible nightmares begging to stop being stones in my way

My fantasies do not hesitate,
they want to follow you
my skin longs to get rid of me and run toward your purple haze

... ignorant soul of mine, claiming to own your kiss
No dream was ever so beautiful
But no dream was ever so impossible to be


May 5, 2010


If I am beautiful to your eyes, as long as I don’t move
If I am smart to you only when I’m in silence
If you can't draw my face but when your eyes don’t see me
If my presence is too much for you to handle

I don’t want you. I quit needing you.

My fantasies are the Sea in which you’ll drown
My skin will be a long forgotten tumb in your cemetery
Our playful Passion will become cold wax of dullness, 
covering you entirely
The map of your lips, made by mine, will fly in pieces 
as you break down


April 21, 2010


I don’t care to see the real You. I don’t mean to own You
The Truth in your darkness
and the sexiness of your passionate Character
are the highest skies I’ve ever flown through

At the sight of your Mask, my Soul dyes in bliss
It’s growing inside, the Lust, the I Want’s
But it is not your Face I am trying to reach

I demand You to let me drown in the emptiness of your words
I crave to creep into the obscenity of the Nothing
That You, oh, so kindly offer to World

A Nothing, that may be nought for Them, and still I yearn to own


April 10, 2010

May Song

The May Song
by The Gathering (Nighttime Birds)

I'm waiting for your hands
To fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
And the scent of you I've missed

And blue is representing
The draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies
And the transparent air I've missed

Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While I breathe

I'm following large drops of rain
With my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

Pale is my face
You might want to colour
While I breathe

March 22, 2010


In traditional Chinese culture, Qi (Ch'i) is an active principle forming part of any living thing.

It is frequently translated as "energy flow," and is often compared to Western notions of energeia or élan vital (vitalism) as well as the yogic notion of prana. The literal translation is "air," "breath," or "gas" (compare the original meaning of Latin spiritus "breathing"; or the Common Greek πνεῦμα, meaning "air," "breath," or "spirit"; and the Sanskrit term prana, "breath").
Source: Wikipedia.         


Qigong (or ch'i kung) is an internal Chinese meditative practice that often uses slow graceful movements and controlled breathing techniques to promote the circulation of qi within the human body, and enhance a practitioner's overall health. (Source: Wikipedia)

We live in a field of qi, "vital breath" or "life energy." Yet, like a fish in water or a bird in flight, we are unaware of the medium that supports us. Qigong means "working with the qi." It is the ancient Chinese art and science of becoming aware of this life energy and learning how to control its flow through a precise choreography of posture, movement, respiratory technique, and meditation. Like biofeedback, qigong teaches psychophysiological self-regulation; the student becomes aware of bodily functions conventionally considered involuntary-- blood pressure, respiratory rate, even the flow of blood and nutrients to internal organs-- and learns to restore a healthier balance. However, unlike biofeedback, no technical devices are needed. Qigong is one of the most cost-effective self-healing methods in the world. 

Qigong is like a great river fed by four major tributaries: shamanism, spirituality, medicine, and martial arts... (Source: Qigong Research and Practice Center.) 
Complete article : http://www.qigonghealing.com/qigong/qigong.html

March 17, 2010


by Marty Friedman

Thank you. 

*A single song from Scenes it's like taking out a single line from a poem, but I couldn't post them all. Let's pretend I did :-). 'Angel' comes next.

March 10, 2010

her story

She walked, and walked. And she could hear the delicious sound of leaves crushing under her feet.

A cold, silver drop of water fell on her chest, almost reaching the neckline of her isabelline dress. She thought it was the start of rain only a second before she realized that it came from her forehead. Yes, she was sweating. It wasn’t due to the warm weather, though, or the pace at which she walked. She was nervous. Her expectations had grown over the past few days to the point of being barely bearable.

She looked up and couldn’t find the blue. Golden leaves were still hanging from hundreds of tangled branches; brown dry branches that refused to stop hitting each other. “A war of trees,” she thought. “At least they still hold on to one another...”

At the sight of grass, her heart started to race. She was approaching, finally, the end of the woods and the beginning of the park. A beam of light blinded her. It was a reflection from the pond. She stopped.

- What am I doing? –She whispered, bent on herself, her hands on her knees, while trying to breathe. –This is wrong... this is so wrong...

 A tear ran down her cheek.

The wind messed with her dress and her perfumed hazel hair as she stood up straight again. An unexpected refreshment ran through her soul. They say this happens when you are about to die.

Dying not always means the end of life.

Standing at the threshold of the park and with her eyes half-closed, she gazed at the other side of the small lake. A person was walking slowly, as if in a stroll, looking around.

She gave a few steps forward and now the 5 o'clock sunlight completely soaked her. The light green of the grass and deep green of the water mixed inevitably to form a sour smell that broke in through her nostrils. But nothing kept her from noticing that he had stopped and was staring at her. She started to tremble...

“At last.” He thought.

To be continued... maybe.

Raven Night

(Raven Woman by Roy Purcell)                                            

     Raven Night 
     by Hagalaz' Runedance
Lost in the neon twilight
I feel my nature waking inside
Would you look towards me?
Would you dare to enter the
threshold to my mind?

Can you see me dancing?
A silent voice singing for you
Hear my Raven call
Would you be enchanted and follow me?

Lost is but a dream fading
And soon I'm calling out again
Would you come to release me?
Would you tear the icy chains from my skin?

March 9, 2010


I’d like to close my eyes and vaporize
 mutate into a fantastic ethereal creature
airily appear in front of you... 
and at the reach of your hands 
be there, so to feel your gaze caressing my skin 
Our eyes would meet. No words needed anymore.  

(Artwork: Spirit of Flight by Josephine Wall)

March 5, 2010

People (text)

I like people. I trust a person right away. Nearly everyone I meet leaves a good impression on me without even trying because I tend to see their ‘good side’ immediately.

On the other hand, however, I don’t like society. I don’t trust it and I certainly don’t like its established system. I mean, it’s become clear to me that I deeply dislike what humans have become as a mass, as a mentally overloaded with garbage, sick of consumerism and ultimately inhuman mass.

I tend to be naive and overly faithful regarding individuals, and yet I can’t seem to get past of what the bunch of us have become as a whole. I like the cells but not the body... the body they turned out to be.

This is why, in my very own and personal world, I feel devastated when I look through my window, the TV, the newspapers... and yet I still find myself full of hope. I smile because, as long as there are good cells, there’s a potentially good body to be built. A better one.

March 2, 2010

Say it (text)

There's a story in Spanish about a donkey, an old man, a kid and their stuff. They were traveling across a country. During their trip, they found several parades.

In the first parade, someone approached the old man and asked him: "Why is that donkey carring only your stuff? Make it carry the child! Poor kid!"

So the old man did, and the donkey started carrying the child, as well as their stuff. They kept going, and found a second parade. Again, someone came to speak to the old man, but this time the person asked: "Why is the child riding the donkey? You are old, he has energy. It should be you instead!"

And so the old man got up to the donkey’s back and let the child walk. And they kept traveling...

There was a third parade they found along the way. Here, some kids came towards the travelers and shouted: "Hey, old man! Why aren't you smart? Why won’t you ALL travel on the donkey?! That’s what it’s made for, come on!"

Once again, the old man did what he was told. Now he, the child and their stuff were all traveling on the back of the donkey. They kept going...

Finally, they arrived to their destination, and found yet another parade where a group of angry people approached: "Why are you doing this to this poor donkey? Poor animal! Can't you see it's suffering? You should be in jail! We don’t want you here, go away!"

Well, I think that beyond the obvious "Humans are dissatisfied by nature and nothing you do will ever seem right," there's something more: Which one is the right way of thinking?

Has the old man priority? Maybe the child? What about the donkey? Or maybe nobody should have an opinion on this?

Well, first of all, everybody should have an opinion. It doesn't matter if it's wrong. Just have it, and speak it. I am not saying that you should start a war over your opinion. Just share it. It's important that we all learn how to communicate and grow from each other.

Then, I personally believe that the donkey has the same rights than anyone so, if he's walking, why not the people around? However, I'm also aware that not everything is black or white. I mean, what if the old man was sick and needed a doctor? Is it right to ride a animal in that case?

Maybe not right, no, but if I was strong as a donkey and was there, I'd carry him on my back too. So I suppose is not wrong either.

All of this came to my mind because I so often have opposed opinions about important matters, and I bet many people have the same issue. Because, like I said, not everything is black or white. There is no absolute right and wrong. There is not a single truth or a single point of view. There are many shades. That's the beauty of it all. But what to do when in doubt?

It is a matter of focusing on yourself. Inside of each one of us are all the answers. So ask yourself: "Who is affected by my current opinion? Why? Who benefits? Have I been ‘educated’ to think this way? Where does this idea/opinion come from? From whom?”

In the end, you should be left with one important question "Do I REALLY want to think this way?” or, better said, “is this way of thinking helping my evolution?"

If we think that our own evolution is directly linked to each other’s evolution, then answering those questions should help you clarify the doubt. Also, we must remember that, whatever our opinion is, there will always be someone or something against it. Listen to that opposite, because the "truth" should be that ephemeral thing somewhere in the middle of you both.

February 25, 2010

My emotions (text)

If I'm feeling depressed, I'll sing.
If I feel sad, I'll laugh.
If I feel sick, I'll work harder.
If I'm afraid, I'll step forward.
If I feel inferior, I'll dress with new clothes.
If I feel insecure, I'll speak louder.
If I feel poor, I'll think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent, I'll recall past successes.
If I feel insignificant, I'll remember my goals.
If I feel all-powerful, I'll try to stop the wind.
If I become wealthy, I'll recall a starving mouth.
If I feel excessively proud, I'll recall a moment of weakness.
If I go through moments of greatness, I'll recall moments of embarrassment.
If excessive confidence takes me over, I'll recall my failures.
Today, I'll be master of my emotions. 

The original text isn't mine (I just translated it), but liked it enough to share it. As usual, take what works for you, leave out the rest.


Persiana Americana / Venetian Blinds
by Soda Stereo (1986)

Yo te prefiero (I prefer you)
fuera de foco (out of focus)
inalcanzable (unreachable)

Yo te prefiero (I prefer you)
irreversible (Irreversible)
casi intocable (almost untouchable)

Tus ropas caen (Your clothes fall)
lentamente (slowly)
Soy un espía, (I’m a spy)
un espectador (a spectator)
Y el ventilador (and the fan)
desgarrándote (tearing off –your clothes-)
Sé que te excita pensar (I know it excites you to think)
hasta dónde llegaré (how far will I go)

Es difícil de creer (It's hard to believe)
Creo que nunca lo podré saber (I think I’ll never know)
Solo así yo te veré (only this way I’ll get to see you)
A través de mi persiana americana (through my –Venetian- blinds)

Es una condena agradable (It’s a nice sentence –punishment-)
El instante previo (the previous instant)
Es como un desgaste (it’s like a waste / wear out)
Una necesidad (a need)
más que un deseo (more than a desire)

Estamos al borde (We’re on the edge)
de la cornisa (of the roof’s ledge)
Casi a punto de caer (about to fall)
No sientes miedo (you’re not afraid)
sigues sonriendo (you keep smiling)
Sé que te excita pensar (I know it excites you to think)
hasta dónde llegaré (how far will I go)

Es difícil de creer (It's hard to believe)
Creo que nunca lo podré saber (I think I'll never know)
Solo así yo te veré (only this way I’ll get to see you)
A través de mi persiana americana (through my blinds)

--guitar solo--

Tus ropas caen (Your clothes fall)
lentamente (slowly)
Soy un espía, (I’m a spy)
un espectador (a spectator)
Y el ventilador (and the fan)
desgarrándote (tearing off –your clothes-)
Sé que te excita pensar (I know it excites you to think)
hasta dónde llegaré (how far will I go)

Es difícil de creer (It's hard to believe)
Creo que nunca lo podré saber (I think I'll never know)
Solo así yo te veré (only this way I’ll get to see you)
A través de mi persiana americana (through my blinds)

Lo que pueda suceder (whatever happens)
no gastes fuerzas para comprender (don't waste energy trying to understand)
sólo así yo te veré (only this way I'll get to see you)
a través de mi persiana americana (through my blinds)

(This vid isn't the original of 1987, but from their first last tour. The original had very bad sound; look it up, though, it's worth it for their looks.)

He asked...


The other night I dreamed with the Dalai Lama, and "there" he asked me:

What makes a cat turn into tiger... what makes tiger happy?

February 24, 2010

Open your eyes (text)

 Mafalda (by Quino)

School is so often overrated. Our Western most popular educative system teaches nothing but what a few human beings decided others should know. One comes to learn others’ truth, one comes to learn others’ ideas and others’ problems but without solutions and alternative roads. They teach us other people’s mistakes, which would perhaps be the one good thing about it, except they rarely admit that those were mistakes.

What about teaching our children that we, as human beings, have and continue to make mistakes; that history is not all-knowing, that it is simply history; that all they learn is NOT for them to follow blindly, but just some of the existent paths that others have taken in the past; that there is more, so much more; that they should think by themselves and question everything that is told to them so they can look for alternatives? Because, well, we are not in such priviledged situation as a society to teach them to do exactly as we did before, are we? We're imploding, we're killing each other, we think violence is a mean to peace... and is it, really?

No wonder human beings have become so insecure and weak. That's what the system -headed by a few- needs, weak minds, poor creativity, lack of will so it can continue to exist. No wonder we all think we are alone in our discontent.

Well, we are not. And we have the power to change all this by educating our children ourselves too. Let's tell them what is wrong in the world and let's tell them that if we all commit to it, it is possible to do better.

I am NOT saying that we should stop sending kids to school, I am NOT saying that everything about the educative system is bad, I'm only portraying what I consider to be a problem, and all I ask is for us to open our eyes so we can prevent the system to close our children's.

February 23, 2010

my pic, your quote

I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it... I always want to see the third dimension of something... I want to come alive with the object.
Andrew Wyeth

towards the Sun

You are a dream that found its way into reality
You are this heart born into mine, beating my spirit to life
You are the reason of my past 
an illusion for my present and a link to my future
You are the bearer of every possibility... 

and the reaching hand pulling me towards the Sun

Sinners (text)


(Photo from Internet)

I don’t want to spend the blank of my sheet on you tonight. Judging your sins, I realize, makes a sinner of myself. A sinner of a kind that I don’t want to be again tonight.

Learn is what I should, though, because my sheet is no longer blank, and I’m still writing about you. Yes, I too am a sinner, so this is also about me.

I didn’t come here to put myself in your shoes; see, for that, I’ve got my own. 

While I’m not able –nor is my place- to tell you what’s the road you’re supposed to choose, I can, however, make it clear that stepping on me is not longer an option. The fact, eventually surprising for you, is that we, the people, are not made of soil.

I too realize that, even though there are too many things that I’d like for you to know, I have absolutely nothing to tell you. You won’t hear. I can’t be useful, for you and I live in different worlds. And we don’t speak the same language. And you won’t learn mine just like I don’t want to learn yours. Yet I shall make clear announcements to the world, letting it know what you are doing. I’ll be a mirror. Yes. I’ll mirror your actions, because I am all for awareness, you see?

I don’t want to play the judge nor make a trial out of your life again tonight. My only quest is to be a judge for my own self. I do intend, however, to closely follow, deeply analyze and even memorize your moves.

Now, please, don’t panic. This isn’t part of your muslim terrorists’ nightmare so it does not call for a national warning. In other words, hold the whip, cowboy, ‘cause I’d never mean to feed your victim complex.

This is about me and the world I represent. This world that happens to exist beyond the gates of your super-colossal funfair, whether you acknowledge it or not. A world that is rather messy and excessively hedonist, yes, but alive. Where people haven’t lost their will to fight, even if sometimes they don’t know when to, or against whom.

February 15, 2010

my tree (imagery)

There's an image that has haunted me for a very long time now. It is an image that I'd paint everywhere if I knew how to paint.

I close my eyes and see it. The sky is light blue with a hint of pink. The night's falling.

... Should I share this image with you? All of a sudden I feel like I'm letting go of a treasure...

I once read that we only loose what we keep to us, and we only gain what we give away. So, yes. I'll give away my image.

From where I'm standing, all I can see on my sides is a green-turning-orange plain, a huge, vast plain. But there's a hill in front of me. Against the sky, on top of the hill, there's a single tree.

The tree is there alone but it's so rich. It has many, many branches. It's beautiful, leafy. Really, it's an amazing tree. Very tall, too. The cold wind moves it's leafs and branches. It is there all alone. On the top, alone.

It is a nostalgic view. Who's there to see the beauty of it all? The sky, the plain, the hill... the colors.

Who's there to feel it?

After seeing this image, after dreaming with it and thinking of it whenever I see something similar for years, I wonder... Why does this nostalgic view make me feel so peaceful and satisfied?

Am I the tree? Am I the missing spectator? Am I the night falling to hide it? Maybe it represents my mission in life somehow... who knows.

Who knows.


when night falls, my mind shifts

February 8, 2010

What is this? -READ!!!

my soul

my heart

 my mind

This blog is all about my vision of the world and what I feel: My colors. 

You'll find posts about everything and anything - mostly poems, which are mostly for a He :) - but, in general, whatever crosses my mind. 

Almost everything is in English, even though Spanish is my first language and I'm in love with it. 

The first reason for this is the most obvious: readers. It doesn't matter what language you speak, chances are you'll also know at least some English. Also, many of my friends are non-Spanish speakers.

Second, I'm professionally bound to the language. I must learn and practice it. 

And lastly, but perhaps more importantly, for some odd reason it is way easier for me to share what I feel in English. There's something about exteriorizing yourself in a foreign language... It sounds more romantic to you, it favors denial -in a sense- and it certainly helps you to think twice about what you want to say and how to do it.

Not easy but I happen to be addicted to thinking and challenges... among other things.

Welcome to a piece of my world. I hope you enjoy it :)


*A few of the pictures published here are my own. Fantasy Art pictures are not. If one of them is yours and you want me to remove it, just write me.