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.

Blinds




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.


#sixwords







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 :)


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*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.