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If you dont remember..

We can not thank all the good or what was worthwhile in life. That is very sad. Because ... if we think and remember, that's what I want to do, so we have a thousand thanks. Existence. All the times that have made us smile. The times we had together when we needed a little help. People who have educated us. We have to be as they are. The times have told us you want. Either we have a kiss. All the good times. Those actually experienced. The memories are a powerful source of emotions and feelings, resistant to the passage of time. Inexorable. Thanks, thanks thanks. Let us thank while we can remember.

So why not remember..

I do not know how many times in life what have I done. Surely no more than 10. However, keep in love with a special remembrance. When I speak with you always laughing. I like knowing that trust me and that, somehow, I can help. I like to be your friend. Knowing that I have in mind, we are together but not too much. I like to be your shoulder when you are sad ... but nothing you would prefer sad. I like it when we laugh about something at once. I like to have your friendship. The value greatly. More than what you think, surely.

You know, I'm a maniac full of memories. I always keep the memory alive, especially the staff more than the historical (if you tell me a secret is very bad recall the dates of wars and constitutions). I always endeavor to stir up memories of my loved ones, in situations that made me move forward and grow, the times I was moved. Some say that if we humans remembr both our joys and our sorrows we'd be twice as happy. And the truth is that we endeavor (unconsciously) to go collect bleeding wounds that do not let heal. Do not let heal so you can teach the world and say: Look what I suffered. As the children compete to see who has more scars. In fact, all wounds should be left to heal, and this must be put to air a while, and during that time but we are vulnerable, if we care possibly, eventually, we have only one scar, which over time will diminish . I do not believe in oblivion. Oblivion we would fail to acknowledge happiness. But not only is the belief in what makes us suffer. I suffer, we all do. But you have to recover, get up. Now I am vulnerable, no doubt it will be for a while. But who is not? We are human, fragile and ephemeral.

Welcome back

At this point ... I do not know what to say. It took a long time without writing, a lot of time outside of this world (and the real as well) and now back to normal I do uphill. I have missed the least, I will not deny. And I missed my fingers moving nimbly on the keyboard, hovering in search of a new story to tell, a new funny story. And it's very funny, because now when I'm more full of stories, the more it made me leave my body. Might again have a new crisis of inspiration. Well ... truth be told ... I think not. I think I'm distracted by other issues. Life inevitably distracted me. I hold the experience and being. I wrapped between lights and sounds. Sounds that I must listen. Sounds you want to count. I think not knowing what to say I have already said enough. The crisis of inspiration are very transient when your muse is life itself.

Welcome again to my blog.

feelings

Comencé a semtir algo extraño en mi entraña, algo como una tempestad. Recuerdo que, desde que habiamos tomado nuestras bebidas. se habian tocado dos o tres discos, y en ese momento todos empezaron a mirarme. Las palmas de mis manos saludaban y noté gotas de humerdad en mi cráneo en la nuca. La habitación me pareció insólitamente silenciosa, y cuando Fer se acercó para cerrar totalmente las presianas de la ventana yo pensé: "Tratan de envenenarme ¿Por qué querrán envenenarme?". Cada uno de los músculos de mi cuerpo se puso tenso, y un extraño sentimiento de aprehensión me envolvió toda, me estrangulaba, me asfixiaba. Al abir los ojos me di cuenta de que Seth rodeaba mis hombros con sus brazo, eso era todo.
Que suerte la tuya! - me decía con un tono de voz parecido al que produce un disco puesto a menor velocidad que la adecuada, Acariciaba tiernamente mi rostro y mi nuca, diciendo: " Honradamente: no dejaré que te ocurra nada. De repente pareció como si se repitiera incesantemente, una y otra vez; como un eco muy lento procedente de un espacio cóncavo. Empecé a reír, salvajemente, histéricamente. Me pareció opir la cosa mas ivertida, lo más absurdo que había opido en mi vida. Luego noté unas formas extrañas mviéndose en el techo. Seth me atrajo hacia sí y recliné mi cabeza en su pecho, sin dejar de mirar el remolino de cambiantes colores, enormes planos rojos, azules y amarillos. Intenté que otros compartieran conmigo aquiella hermosura, pero mis palabras salían espesas, húmedas y chorreando o saboreando color. Me incorporé y di unos pasos, sintiendo un leve escalofrío tanto dentro como fuera de mi cuerpo. Quise decírselo a Seth, pero sól conseguí reír.
Muy pronto, entre cada una de las palabras, se atropellaban los pensamientos. Había encontrao el lenguage perfecto, auténtico y original: el lenguaje que utlizaron Adán y Eva. Pero, al tratar de expresarlo, las palabras que pronunciaba no tenían nada que ver con mis pensamientos. Perdía, se me escapaba ese objeto maravilloso, incalculable y auténtico, eso que debe ser guardado para la posteridad. Me sentí terriblemente, incapaz de decir una palabra, y caí sobre el suelo, cerré los ojos y la música empezó a absorberme físicamente. Podía olearla y tocarla con la misma precisión que la oía. Nunca habia existido nada tan hermoso. Yo era parte de cada uno de los instrumentos. Cada nota tenía carácter, forma y color propios y parecía enternamente autónoma, de manera que yo podá captar y precisar su relación con la composición en su conjunto, antes de que sonara la nota siguiente. Mi mente poseía la sabiduría de los siglos y no había palabras apropiadas para describirlo.
Mis ojos se detuvieron en una revista que estaba sobre la mesa y pude verla en cien dimensiones. Era tan bella que no podía soportarla, y cerré los ojos. Inmediatamente me quedé flotando hacia otra esfera, otro mundo, otro estado. Las cosas se escapabn de mi ser y volvían privándome del aire, como al descender velozmente en ascensor. No podia distinguir lo real de lo irreal. ¿Era yo mesa, libro, musica o solo parte de ellos? Pero en realidad no tenía la menor importancia, pues, fuese yo lo que fuese, aquello era maravilloso. Por primera vez en mi vida supe que todo me estaba permitido. Bailaba ante el grupo, interpretando, exhibiéndome y disfrutándo en todos los instantes.
Mi sensibilidad alcanzó tal niverl que podía oír la respiración de de alguien en el piso de al lado, podía oler a millas de distancia a quien estuviera preparando gelatina de naranja, rojo, o verde...
Tras lo que me pareció una eternidad, empecé a desplomarme y la fiesta se sigregaba. Creo haberle preguntado a Fer qué había ocurrido, y ella me dijo que era la música lo que habia sentido.

The first one .. ramdon

November 25

One day like other, have a hard party comming from last night, sleeping really late, thinking how hard life can be when you dont have the people you love, living a life with to many lies, trying to figure it out how hard have to be to say good bye.I saw him yesterday my world go down once again, i feel stupid like i actually cant forget him, what is he making to me? I feel all the time my heart go boom boom boom when i know he is comming or just when i saw him, is not good this feeling and is to big at the same time.And then the other one call me, I didnt want to pick up, Im so over him, and I dont feel like be friends, he should understood he make his choose he have to call his girl not me, no more.Then in the night, the world go crazy, text messages, i have to change the ring-tone from my texts messages cause I hate it, (actually i love the song that plays, LSD by Lilly Alen) but hear it to many times in one min is getting annoying, now the tone is one from my phone named Flygh 687 dunno why, but is funny tho, im changing it soon cause i know i would hate it if other night come in the same way.And for last and not lest, I saw a old friend was a wierd chat, and i didnt enjoy it we use to have to much fun but now, is everything different, we should... we should...