jueves, 23 de junio de 2011

Comunión con el Mar

Se siente un despertar impaciente,
Relevación divina en conjunto con el oriente
La marea juega su curso con mi mano
El conjunto yo-mar se sale de lo humano.
 
A lo lejos veo  una vista contemplativa,
De una extraña mujer, muy colorida;
Su sonrisa se despide aún curioseando,
Por una extranjera que acaba de ver con el mar bailando.

La marea juega con mi cuerpo,
Lo lleva, lo conduce sin titubeo,
Yo con el mar bailo y en el fondo veo,
Que vuelve a la vida lo que parecía muerto.


Regresa a la vida aquella aguerrida
Que no tiene miedo a caer, ni a la vida,
Que tiene que recordar la felicidad desmedida,
Que por distracciones efímeras y la rutina parecía perdida.

Retorna de un viaje infinito bailando,
Su corazón se excita tiqui-taqui sonando,
Su cara y su piel de la emoción van temblando,
Por las cosas desconocidas que la vida irá ensamblando. 


Escrito el 03/06/11 en las playas de Zanzibar, Tanzania



 

Once a living river...

There was once a river filled with marvelous life, there was once a river filled with fish salmon and green. That river grew to a great marvelous current, carrying illusions, dreams and thoughts. That life it carried was filled with many verses, seeing what course it would take, seeing to what route it would grew into. Nonetheless, at some point in time, the river became dark and contaminated; the reason is certainly unknown… but it died, and everything in it. It stopped its course, its flow, and dried out. It dried out into dry and dark minerals that would never host life again. It evaporated, and was forgotten… and all the verses died with it...


 

Did that river even exist?


Written on 29/05/11 on the Ferry from Dar es Salaam to Stone Town, Zanzibar - Tanzania. 

martes, 1 de febrero de 2011

Self-Discovery



I just had a dream, an awful terrible dream… Then I woke up with a wounded heart, but why? What was the reason behind that humiliating dream? I woke up still feeling complete anger and rage, for I had felt humiliation from a person whom I loved a long time ago. The very strangest thing about that dream is that I hadn’t thought about this person for many years, in fact I am happy this person is no t in my life anymore.   

Then, I realized the dream wasn’t about that person, but about me. Somehow a reflection upon myself and my life came, and I just understood the reason behind all I have done in my life, and all I do, I feel, I cry for, I laugh for, I tremble for, I do not do, I reject and leave behind. I realize I am a person who is very active, proactive, hyperactive, full of energy, who gives everything to what she loves, who is very determined and doesn’t give up easily, who achieves what she wants whenever she has a goal, who falls and stands again and always finds a reason to go on. Many of the persons surrounding me ask me, how can you have so much energy? And then I ask myself, what is the fuel that keeps my heart running on full power at all times?

It is passion… it is passion that moves me, that enlarges my heart, that fills me with hope and the most positive expectations from everyone around me. It is what fills me with intense lovable moments, what heals me with positive hopeful thoughts; it is what hurts me when everything falls, when nothing turns out as expected. It is the reason why when there is no passion, when I find no passion, or when I do not feel passion, I may ignore, and I may just leave pass by.  


   
"Self discovery", inspired by calonyr11



       

domingo, 23 de enero de 2011

No MaTteR tHe OuTcOmE


No matter the outcome,
I have felt diverse vibrations
No matter the outcome,
I have felt sweet marvelous sensations.

No matter what the result might be,
Space and time have favored these deeds,
And the unpredictability has affected probability
Leading towards unfamiliar instability.

Dance, touch, talks, chats, walks…
All this took over some time by chance,
Entering tranquility velleicht* a trance,
The evergreen, needless to say, was romance.

No matter what this might bring about,
What has flavored life is all that we had not known…
Otherwise had all this not taken place
Nevertheless it came around in an infinitesimal taste.

No matter the outcome,
The way has been fun and divine;
All the simple and the complex unified
My being will not forget, ambiances down my spine…














* "perhaps" in German, with deeper meanings.

jueves, 6 de enero de 2011

Cúspides Desahogos


hbynoe, "Be still my heart".


Subyacente esta el dolor pasado,
De un vaso de agua ya derramado;
Lo difícil que es aceptar la derrota,
De una semilla que todavía no brota.

Emblemática es la manera de querer quitar el desastre;
Como si fuere la única forma de recoger los trastes,
Inevitable coalición de dudable certeza;
Es como si se olvidara la esencia de la verdadera belleza.

Enfrentarse una vez más a la inconsciencia,
Lo que trae implícito una posible dependencia;
Caer no es la posibilidad de su naturaleza,
Pero levantarse sin ayuda requiere de aquella enterrada fuerza.

Recordar es simple, es únicamente escuchar,
Como en aquellas ocasiones se tenía el poder total;
Es algo que el instinto siempre puede dar,
Sin que el no pensar conduzca del todo al mal.

Por tal razón es mejor hacerse de lado,
Dejar lo que ha sido, sin arrepentimientos, ya en el pasado;
No hay como un lienzo que no haya sido pintado,
Para volver a pintar lo que de su esencia ha sido borrado. 


Lunes, 27 de Diciembre de 2010. Café Juan Valdez, Parque 93. 



viernes, 31 de diciembre de 2010

Me he negado el derecho a ser feliz




Me he negado el derecho a ser feliz,
A disfrutar el dulce aroma del anís;
A suspirar con retazos de tormento,
Que con cada sufrimiento va en aumento.

Se me olvido un día mi sonrisa,
Que al costo de un placer de desliza;
Recogen mis manos los restos de ceniza
De mi corazón latente que agoniza. 


Mason, Maureen. Healing Heart.


No obstante hace poco se asomó un lucero,
Que llegó de repente, pero tapó un agujero;
De donde desangraban mis sonrisas,
Ahora vuelvo y siento los besos de la brisa.

Esta noche escucho Del Puente a la Alameda
Y en mis manos muchas ilusiones quedan,
Las nubes de Lima hoy lavan,
Lo que normalmente las de Bogotá callan.

Escucho rumores de alegría,
Que desde hace meses se ve sombría;
Sé que pronto acabará el llanto
Y en mi corazón sólo habrá canto.

Escrito en Lima, Perú el 11 de Diciembre de 2010 


viernes, 27 de agosto de 2010

smashed...

My mom asked me one time...
why do you have to love so deeply and passionately that it wears your skin and your bones out?
Right after all is over you have to grow all that back in, and I have to pick up the pieces, and dry out all the tears.
I am infinitely thankful to you mom... I said... this is the only way I know how to love, I give out everything, because I do not want to regret a thing, I like to open my heart, dilate all my veins, open my mind and let feelings break in...
How would love be otherwise?... in a partially safe way?
That way you wouldn't be able to say you have experienced ecstasies inside your soul or been taken apart by the most uncontrollable madness...
Damn! these are the most extreme feelings; devastating... invigorating...
Right now my liver and my inner organs are falling apart, I can feel them hanging inside my hands, 
I can feel how blood is draining out of me in an almost hopeless way, can you see it?
Ooops! Sorry mom, I didn't mean to stain your carpet...  The soap and the brush will take care of it later;
the poison needs to be drained away... and don't worry somehow I will manage to sew up my body together, take a while to heal and maybe another killing accident will happen... or maybe a definite one will heal me for the rest of my life...