Saturday, December 27, 2008

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woke up in a torrent of truth, as if everything was communicated with the clarity of a wild animal. Surrounded by beasts, meat without shame, with more sense than the selfish game of love. Snoring

as singing, barking like verses, minor stroke,
disappointments without illusions.

And everything is expressed, not the human norm, without human morals, no humanity.
ground And we were just not alabábamos anyone but us,
All the gods left the place,
not because they liked it, but because they wanted to be the only place
that everything is true.

"Love .. love
Abandon" to make it real?
Connect your wishes to my touch, let me get you
tongue in the mouth,
stay in my ear,
rest your shoulders on my thighs, I love
look you
fixed to the skin and let your breath shaky take the pace, and follow
,
slow and rough,
silent and breathless,
your perfect lover, animal
stimulant.

I acecharte, frolic
biting, smiling
responding to your sighs of desire
tell me where to go.

caress your palm syneresis,
generating hug your waist, your neck omitidor
smell,
metal sticking my venus.

I know, we
point, that our will

becomes spontaneous, yet it is achieved. "

Sunday, December 14, 2008

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... He had a century and a half away, possibly two, and was not, or at least one felt that the places they passed, perhaps I stayed in one place while everything was moving at a pace that every time a new image flashed across my brain was a time I never knew decipher.

And loneliness of my footsteps, clarified a full day, a complete idea, a dream a more concrete and perfect.
Sure
afterthought. I knew and sensed there was something near me, that smell was reflecting on what I considered images. Something that took me from the first step and it was not me. Suddenly everything

focused. Time stopped, and my sync mishap was speechless, leaving me ready for what I prepared the first end, that moment when I started this way.

chest that the heart beat faster, and involuntary spasm that my entire body is attracted towards a new direction. And in my soul that reaction was involved, and pressed me, invited me, encouraged me, guided me.

Up that pushes me into the presence of whom he had seen before.

My eyes tear a cataclysm emanating pieces of my soul that hovered around his body. He turned his body

air and gave me back giving me their shoulders. Then I deposited in my hands they emptied flow of memories and truths into the fabric of his back. And for the first time, so wild that figure was not afraid of my sincerity and was not afraid to your wishes.
flames from my hands crossed its air tempering our connection, his humble hands rested on my own skin, pores inoculated beauty.

Then his pulse my pulse was joined by Finally, in the ALANCING of our special natures. Sensually turned his universe. And when understood in silence the dynamics of the event, we kiss, so innocent, that there was nothing else to say.

"And it was part of it
staging

conjugated subtleties of innocent love of two plants.
Someone has to know how many shooting stars were opened
but no more than a single point of two souls knew
This means creating a universe, nature
give life, give
evolution of sincerity and innocence
love.

two streams is rubbed into a vortex of whispering, hugging
desperate
of breaths of a song without declaring
sweat more than the lure of caresses
eye.
awoke the day,
another meaning behind the dream,
another reason for the ideas,
with a new opinion of himself,
with a new syntax for its candor. "

Sunday, November 30, 2008

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is no longer a secret that I am largely lost.
(I say largely, because strangely enough I'm in a dimension that despite being bound traveler knows where, I expand in all directions, re-running previous paths and decisions are not taken.) And in this journey lost, wandering abstracted until I missed my connections, I disengaged myself ... but ... So I do not understand why I feel more myself.

Y. ... not that I'm completely lost. But now I do not know where ... but I trust my instinct that leads me to a place I can feel it from here.

So I no longer wonder where road. When I stopped, I began to really live. And when I started to really live the universe began to become blurry, and now I'm learning to use my senses in the right way, and slowly, I experience how everything takes shape and meaning.

"Although it is encapsulated, I sprawl, but is sharing
, I'm always dissolved
even touch the ground,
float and although not hide anything that I see are few.

Because I sync another time, because I opened the soul
only sincerity,
because I have another configuration that inherently
now understand why my light is molded to the intensity of my fire. Such clarity

love, life
both sensations, so forget
for happiness,
and so many dreams for reality.

A spoil for fear,
a word for the difference,
an idea to heal,
and intention for detail.

Although they have fields for my battles, because they kidnapped
longings with freedom minds, so many lines to draw

and a desire to satisfy. "

Friday, November 21, 2008

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Despite my blindness ... Te Veo.

walked so long that I got lost from my sight. In the place where he was, he could not see more than nebulae. Everything so far so out of focus. I tried to turn my eyes and for a moment a silhouette next to me spoke sombía. A friendly man told stories he knew and did not know what to say. I went back and squinting at my new silhouette. This time it was a silhouette of light, a negative, beyond my ability to observe, the light blinding my eyes veiled.

Time is encapsulated, and my blindness only allowed me to see the light.

I was alone with my thoughts, my fear and my desire. And there was nothing but silence from my consciousness and light. Suddenly the light began to move with the graceful subtlety of feeling known. When my unconsciousness sensed his movement, I felt drained and adrenaline, in free fall. And I emptied. Absorbed violently while I was absorbed by the whole. Thus, without realizing it was revealed to me the Absolute.

When I felt that I understood, I rose to the top of the shadows and I rushed to the light beam that somatize their movements.

and faces a trial without words, a presentation without protocols, and a Naked animal.

the rhythm of my hunches flashes were born in another body responding. These crashes untamed
created so much beauty that destroyed the entire mass.

"I do not understand what happens to my eyes when I watch your water,
and do not know why the resolve to dissolve and beyond its merits,
not understand why even though I do not die from drowning, despite not
die, reborn.
I've noticed how the music changes in the chance encounters,
without knowing why, having much to say, correct my language is forcing me to shut
semi silent words.
know, however, clearly other things, as I use apostrophes
in life
to sync my sincerity to willing ears;
like I just got the good humor of natures
and that I have to love my work to the hungry mouths.
I also know that I am only looking backgrounds,
and to grab my hands nuclei
roots look into my eyes and
understand that despite my blindness,
'm the only one able to see what is really at the center of his life. "

Sunday, November 16, 2008

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More than truths or lies

Today, fully contemplative life over I feel it is time to take responsibility. I'm just tired of lying and even that is a lie makes me appalled.

- Today I will honest!
- Si ... Sure!
- Why? Do you think I'm lying?
- Who cares? I love your fakes.
- Why so clever?
- For real.
- Aaahh ...

Must be the magic of time and let my love for running, and the delicious aroma of things when they finish. But I still miss ... Even my pores
remember certain acronyms
and my smiles have stuck a thousand tears I wanted to get out all together.

- Today I feel I'm not lying.
- What a great lie! I told you ... I love them.
- And I felt that I left something back there.
- Then leave.
- What if it is important?
- Leave it.

And it's always the same ... Can not talk with me. A million
decoding. Twenty keys. And two doors ajar.

- long?
-
- Why do not you say anything?
-
- Ahhh, That you fome!
-
- Are you okay?
- I want to write.
- What?
- A poem without points.
- What life?
-
- Do not stay silent that bothers me.
- Shhhhhhhhhh! I know.

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" lucid dream, lucid life,
crazy about the cosmos,
tender for the eyes, clear
nostalgia,
strong in the quiet,
evolutionary ideas,
revolutionary acts.

More than truths and lies,
essence of meaning. Alegre

voids,
warm to skins, the trainee
senses
deep in the mind,
unlimited extensions,
lover particle free
sensations.

More than truths and lies,
essence of meaning. Ecstatic

concerns,
intrigued by end of course
wild
observer of movements, expressions
creator, visionary
communions
entirely unique.

More than truths and poems,
essence of meaning. "

Today I realized that despite being a liar, never have been.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

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That Eversmile

without writing anything I have time ... and now I do ... escaping from my chores I have so consumed in the latter period of the year.
who read this ... Know that what comes forward even I know what is. But the gift to all those who have breathed the air that I breathe.
Adios
said who I was. No penalties, no punishments, a touch and began to float.
"Do not go, without you who I am?
- and if I'm going, how you can be you? .. .. And he once again that "eternal smile."

And did not foresee completely shelled more than my sincerity.
naked and gave me the dusty town without recognizing a body without a name.

is curious to know that at times turned to me smiling and drink in a sense anonymous.
What I remember most is what I remember the touch, a tingling heat, frantic, lonely, without descanzo than oblivion.
And I was not ... So I said. Not knowing that the characters assert authority rests on the edge of trends.

We have walked together before. - Yes, I've seen and I've done it without you know.

If I could just print the features of my face in the bowl of your nostalgia.
if only I could be more than a memory, this clip without preparations, without a prescription.

I saw as I walked away leaving me all alone, without language, without feeling, without life.

"I've seen fear turns into despair and resignation to assist the fire,
plantations have replaced by dreams of happiness without end,
have fed the desires of placebos lips of impotence, I revived
unquenchable flame ;
and redundant event so touching
the firmness of my eyes started a new color in my eyes, overflowing with light
and passionate, everything
walked again
without saying anything, I returned to my side
,
to collect my senses, and to scatter the inequalities
my imperfect infinity.
All that, plus what I
,
more what I feel, more what I expect
,

change all that for you to enjoy the "eternal smile."

summer In the middle of my loneliness, the cold and heat. My body stood up and walked.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

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ARggggggg, Wuuuuuaaaack .... brueeeeee! - Said the poetry and died.

remember watching her funeral by telepathy. Others will see, saw or see on television.
My feeling or my conclusion: Guardespaldas bahhh had already reached your time! How
not die if no one is able to feed?
feed I do not mean poetry. "I do not live by bread alone man, said Pin-Pin.

The
illusion! - Added Someone like whispering.
hair stood on end is me and arched my back. I stirred up the whisper, or perhaps what he said.

all went, after the burial of poetry. Everyone but me.
Now guess, because I do not have this part. I'll just say that the old man said - There are people who will not like anything you do!

I went home with the corpse in tow.
hands I melted, the deceased is well camouflaged in my veins, spreading its so distorted sap.

Do I want to kill? His will be done, If that will is a force.
Rggggggg, Wuuuuuaaaack .... brueeeeee! - I said. Then exhale.

Tic tac, bang-bang, tic tac. bang-bang.
Something has to have the corpse that is carrying my soul, it is impossible to kill if not for a dream.

Obviously, as if it is not sold ... Noma is because you fail!

Well, the clothing side, cloth to cloth, skin to skin.
This is my lifeblood! - Shouted excited. Because nobody likes to stir with spoon different sense of their electrons.
No because that's not tolerance. PERIOD.

And they have killed an old woman to poetry, let me clone. A little about me, a bit of it.

of curiosity - said the whisper.

"Rub joy to my veins, like a cat
injected into the glare of lights.
Nothing is more dead than the subtleties.
Ah yes. Perhaps poetry.
Plastic argues that the public likes,
and the dictionary is distressed because the public is not.
would like to be forgotten in these lakes in the solar proposals;
where nothing is evacuated in the throes of the third resident of the bodies.
square are afraid to tell zero,
and deny their self-exalted platitudes in praise
synthetic possessions of a dead idea that the destiny of life.
register for plants inhabiting my body, I gift
bodies, such as records of a probability.
Sun
understood as an expression which increases your blood and removes their trend. So many relationships
to
distressed me to be the needle hole of my imagination. "

Rggggggg, Wuuuuuaaaack .... brueeeeee! - I said. Then I was born.





Sunday, August 24, 2008

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No Myth ... Tanta Luz

Once an insect wise told me a story:

"When Luz, had a life, he loved to be the epitome of what it should be.
When Life grew, was creating a loop increasingly entrecho Luz.
But as in any family, would come a time that life should leave home and when she did, promising her blessed light eternal company.
delayed Life established without the aid of light, but his powerful will to be led to speak in every language possible. "

... Do not know what to say, the story ended without more, and I felt something was missing. The insect clearly saw through me and said, "That's the story, nothing is missing."

I did not understand. In such a short history, it was only just finding a literal representation. Now much older, I get to see.

"Es When the dust settles and the water touches.
We've seen it once but we have always loved.
No divisions, no mitosis.
What's in She and I, at some point we were one.
More than a wish, is ecstatic suspension.
stroke was enough to start soñarnos.
Wherever breeds manifests languages.
still happens to the sun and the moon, eclipses and even exploited.
Each ingredient provisions of glory communication.
We know, and when we forget, we turn to live.
is an artistic touch with the rigor of its momentum.
We tore the soul that will not understandable. Miracle
think that everything is without head most wonderful
magnet is our nature. "

I opened my eyes, and in front of me ... She
.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

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water suddenly fell from the sky, but not some form of precipitation, but was deposited by immersing all in an ocean of splendor.

I decided to go for a swim, then left the comfort of my home and went looking for something that was calling me. I swam for more memory and forgetfulness transcendental to feel that it should stop. When I finally did, I was spreading like moss on a makeshift seat. I took off my wetsuit and I undressed orchestrated flows and ice, then pulled my trap a pocket of memories. We started playing we were getting pretty well capture some of those unattainable, of those moments that pass so very well that no memory clear. E

improvise, and I and several other creatures dance begin to dance like the mud.

"I have seen the dances of the Trees
and complexity of the language of whispers stomach
grew at an infinite time to produce the vital vertigo,
abrsorví me, to my solution in water,
quit government and I went to shake hands,
guessed my sorrows from the opposite of its inertia, electively
and positive results.
wander in the abstraction of my visions
as never before had seen the light.
Now I, but positive;
with my colors, tones and asymmetries
unconcerned with the destination, the confidence
forgotten,
hoping to finally be animal.
I thought I die, but it never happens;
and every time I feel it grow plants in my chest. I
large drives, so frequent
I started to believe I'm living longer lives than the rest.
I have a rush to get, and never
I know where. That makes me deeply happy. "

exhilarated us a delicious dialogue.
Today I had one of the best conversations of my life, and I've been alone all day.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

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... And I started to write a letter for every human being. For every mind must get the message.

"I narrow breaths, turning away

unleashed me with my attitude and falling cat dying
lost control of my space,
frightened, inert.
Life is dead, dead infinitely;
savoring an illusion of life, an attitude
sharp as nature
more on projectile universe
that we, nothing but the moment that death plays to have life.
entoces, if you're already dead;
biologically
exprésate develops your senses and paths,
dissipates your destination, your
and revealed truths.
For spontaneous and resourceful
excuses are no longer working.
This is the universal antibody,
fighting
itself because its logic seems illogical and irrational
it taste to your right. "

crumpled
After this letter that did not seem so direct and I wrote the following :

"LIVE, because if this life is only a break of Your eternal death, it would be nice to enjoy that time ... "

sent a copy to every human being, I hope to receive.

Monday, August 4, 2008

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A "TWO, THREE OR ONE? Reformulating

I missed I do not know where I am, or how or when I got there. The last thing remember is that you walk through a very thick fog in the woods.

I'm on a site, similar to a photographic negative, where everything is played on other dimensions of itself. Before me, a mountain to climb was to descend; here is very talkative and lying trees, because they tell me truths that do not share.
In this site, everything changes, and I mimicked it, I realized that I was a comet, which traversed and stagnated at the site, which burned some old stuff and spreading the seeds for yet another ground. Life here is astronomical, all born live and die like the planets and their own time.

If you look at the sky, you see the other side, my body and my soul interacting with their natural environment, from here I am your reflection. Or maybe that is a reflection of this. Here are places that seem deeply cold and distant to develop in them, but the place is full of life. The numbers and characters in these places are deployed. Here I am, but magenta. Here
not this language is spoken language and letters, here we talk with silence guttural.

What I do in this dimension? if this dimension is all I am not in the other, then I must be better.

perceived in the midst of my cold blue sun far from the language of letters is not limited, but is one who can not use it properly. I perceived myself beyond me.

"What I am is what I chose, and I've proven and I liked it,
am a projection of what one I chose for me, but once
generating other astral movements or thrusts.
understand by so the nature of my nature mimetic;
urn understand the soul machine is my current body
and perceive the biological fragility of their destiny to perish.
I know my choices and their counterparts,
and I know what I miss when I follow a path;
but I know that I'll have the opportunity to choose for you;
live when I touch your body when you're a
lizard your mother is a squid and your father a cell of a bird.
I know I am a man, but my body is male.
I know that the only fear I have left is fear me.
I have my opportunity, when I shall give them in other dimensions. "

Saturday, July 26, 2008

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

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And the dead? Dissolution

I spent weeks living in the forest, crossed it slowly, I could not say how long I spent in that task because there were times when the density of the forest just let in light, therefore, hardly knew whether it was day or night. Suddenly it came to a sanctuary in ruins, was tiny, had no roof and its walls were largely demolished and covered by plants. the middle of the temple, an altar inscribed with in a language he did not know, after him a stone staircase that descended into the darkness lost its depth. Since I was there, obviously I got into the hole down the stairs. Soon I do not see anything, so I went down in the dark. The staircase was very long, and his legs were tired. Suddenly a blue light in the distance. I thought I was headed for an exit to the outside, I flatly wrong, I reached the bottom of the stairs and discovered that the sky was glowing stone blocks. It was a cave.
I walked in the place and found nothing more than moisture and shiny stones, stumbled awkwardly depronto giving full with my head on a stone, hit the musical note released MI. I stopped aching, and I hit a slap to the stone, it rang again. Then I started to provide it if the other stones also sounded, and each one seemed to sound different, and although some were repeating the same note, a sound more metallic, others such as ropes, others such as wind. She wore a long
discovering new sounds when heard while playing a lot of rocks in the distance. I followed the source of the sound and came to a kind of village within the cave, twelve houses were apparently randomly arranged. People were about thirty people, they moved from one place to another, related, performing daily activities, but no one spoke.
Upon arrival I stood with residents as appropriate. But no one answered, they seemed to ignore, although some looked at me without even showing print or curiosity.
not understand what was happening, they had mouths, but did not speak. Then observed.
was a carved stone circle at the center of town, I saw him sitting with two people, a man and a woman who seemed to be the elders, sitting opposite one another closely watched. I approached them cautiously, and even noticed my presence did nothing, so I approached to within a meter of them looked at them carefully and saw that while they stared at their faces subtle gestures and changes in their eyes looked like they were communicating. I sat by his side. and stayed there. A full day passed, did not know it clearly, but everyone in town except the elders went home and went to bed after getting up again, it makes me wonder what happened one day.
I kept watching the elderly. Strangely I felt no hunger or thirst despite carrying at least three days without food and a day without drinking anything. I spent another day watching the old.
Then three days observing people, visiting them at home. They walked by the people, spent the day hitting some rocks and making sounds, others sat in groups facing each other, were some who sat alone with his eyes closed as if meditating.
lost count of the days he had, the only certainty is that there was no proven snack all the time in him. Daily
spent watching, learning from them. sometimes accompanied hitting some rocks, sometimes me away to meditate, others simply sat me next to the groups of people or with the encianos that were observed continuously. A day in the middle of a meditation I heard someone speak, I left my meditation instantly and started find who spoke, however each person who asked, I answered. I figured then they communicated without words. I went into town and sat with the elders and shut my eyes in meditation, slowly (possibly days passed) I started to hear their dialogue. The elders were a couple, they effectively communicated without words, what they did was to produce sensations, pure language. Language to the depth of the message.
I talked to them about all the issues I had and then I went to sit next to them without ever sleeping. I became eternal, and therefore dead and dead to alive and well, cyclically in harmony. All I felt is indescribable, and it is very complex to let them know what happened to me in that place. Still, I'll try.

"A dance, an electricity separately,
ideas in particle physics and nothing;
all in harmony, understanding and compression, then
dissolution and expansion, and a hug
gestures or shake hands with whomever you want in the distance,
die, and walk through the dead reborn
gently beyond watches,
and subtleties, vigorously exploit without anyone noticing.
skins or bark, sometimes the textures and
flavors spread of one rule, one truth, that it does not limit
, that which contradicts itself, yet it is based.
Like death. A deep desire to die and kill
with the fact of living;
traversing the synapse in the second of his arrest, and when
from zero
metabolism can escape the soul, breaking the body.
In this place, and you are not alone. "

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

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Normal Before leaving I received the instructions of the owner of the hostel where I stayed to get to a sacred grove which is not visited by anyone in centuries.
I left the village grateful.
After traveling for two weeks arrived at the foot of a mountain to reach the forest must pass through, or embroidering or climbing, I decided to climb. The mountain was not very tall but was a major constraint for the slopes and rocks, which are mostly kept moist by the action of water running down underground channels. As he climbed the view of the valley was beautiful and the wind was rushing more carefully. In the distance he could still distinguish the point that it was normal. It took me three days to get to see in the distance what looked like the summit. The yearning to finally reach the top after the long travel time gave my muscles a special force, which helped me quickly llear the summit. Upon arrival I was stunned.
not remember having witnessed a performance like that. Not a chance I could ever imagine, perhaps because it is sacred.
At the top of the mountain, I discovered that this did not come back down to another valley as it thought, but from the very top was born a plain on which sat the forest. It was an endless forest, each space was covered with drops of water, and gentle sunlight passing through drops clearing filling each with a small rainbow. The sound of the forest was deafening, I soon recognized that it was just noise, but it was music composed by nature, every song of birds, the wind playing in the hollow trunks and rotting, insects and animals in symphony, all in a single expression retained there by the wind would not let the sound escape down.
I knew the place was too natural for me, so before going down the mountain threw all my belongings, leaving me naked in a stream of air leads back to my normal clothes. I returned my gaze to the forest and walked briskly. The feeling on my skin was sublime and terrifying, and my skin was clear from my muscles in contact with water drops, the wind cut my breath, insects around me and followed me, the earth burning my flesh. I soon started losing myself shouting and running in the forest, I stopped when I noticed that my foot bones were just a bit of muscles and nerves. I fell down crying as the scorched earth that was left of my body. Then I heard the voice of the forest that was introduced to the strength in my mind, his order was clear. "Surrender."
mustered all the energy he had left and got my body crossing my legs sit bones. Then the real show began.
I felt like my body could, I saw how my skin was falling and quickly crumbled to the ground, the forest animals came to me and ate my remains, some bones separated and took them gnawing, some insects spawned me, and their offspring were born at once feeding on my internal organs. And I saw and the places where parts of my body fell and were not utilized by animals, instantly grew a sapling tree. Yet all the creatures that my suffering was worth a small malformation. My death was a wonderful show. I spent part of the forest, each of the animals and their offspring. the bosuqe endorsed me. But still my soul Why on site? Why was feeling?
I spent the night like a lost soul looking at the foundation of my body so diluted in life.
did not know how long it actually happened, not perception existed in the dimension of time where I was. I just know that I witnessed a third wonder, the dawn.
soon the sun began to touch the forest, it began to react to stimulus, the water evaporated, the flowers opened, went to live animals. Without perceiving I saw a beam of light coming directly where he was the last piece of my body, my skull.
The beam was kept in the same place, and suddenly appeared an insect which landed on my skull. The trees began to dance, singing animals, leaves flying. He was then nature. Each species that took a part of me again to surrender a part of it, in the proportion that had served me. I saw insects shed one of its legs, trees provide the bark, giving away their fur wild beasts. Then the sun came in stronger than before about the offerings of the forest, fell upon them the water that accumulated on a leaf, made its mineral land, and wind mix the ingredients.
Every piece of my body began to regenerate, and the feeling was the opposite of pain, returned to replenish my body completely, but my soul still was not there. Needed something. The insect was sitting on my head now integrates fully stretched over it, lifted a sting in its tail and plunged it into his back giving death. The lifeless body of the insect landed on my bare feet, shocking my body, giving the first breath of life.
I returned to my body and everything was different. All new, all dissolved in me and I dissolved in it.
was clean, the forest was cleared and accepted me my tumors as his own, I turn, I served to perpetuate itself.
I felt it was not yet time to leave this sacred place, so I stayed.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

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Walked back to Normal, the town was beautiful, all very rustic, but well prepared, ancient architecture, trees, people, I felt so at home in this town that I came to ask me what it would be living in Normal.
I came to a small park, in which a group of children playing. I sat on a bench to begin to appreciate the possible. Maple trees had their leaves between brown, yellow, orange and red, some to be pierced by sunlight color were not know.
The floor was grass and dirt trails, all well-disposed, but almost in its natural state. In the middle of the park saw something never before, an old wooden fountain. Obviously the wood was dark, half rotted by water, it was nice to see that in some places where the sun and the water arriving to some extent, timidly growing moss green color with a felt like seeing him live.
closed my eyes and breathed deeply, I began to hear. The combination of sound was a musical pulse, so complex that I can not encode to tell you what I heard. I was in it when I heard a voice next to me.
What are you doing? said. I opened my eyes to see if I spoke to me. A boy of about seven years was standing in front of me staring at me. asked again - what are you doing?
replied "Listen, learn, study, and prepare to write.
A second voice spoke. - And what's so fun to write? It's boring.
was a girl mine was long ago, had arrived with the first child. And I saw two children stood beside me curious.
the child-directed speech. - What things do you like?
Contenstó with much spirit by raising their hands. - PLAY! I smiled and said
. - Well, I play to write.
She opened her eyes in surprise, as if he had just discovered a great secret, I also marveled at his reaction. Voli
The first child to speak with a slight smile on his face and a big smile in her eyes and soul. - I like to laugh.
instantly I became interested in his words and wondered. - What do to laugh?
The boy thought a little while, and answered with a tone as if the answer were obvious.
- Game.
I remained silent, looking into how meaningful was the word. Fills me with joy in their discovery.
- I like to paint. A third child said timidly at me.
asked. - And how you feel when you paint?
immediately answered with a resounding "NO."
sensed then the existence of something we never noticed. That "do not know", was full is wisdom.

There is something that persists, that exists, and acts opts quietly
beyond the motivations, reasons;
an energy that does not require exlpicación
and that includes in its detachment, but not in oblivion.
The soul of the machine, the flow of ether
or what lurks within him
after which no one notices;
pure simplicity, not simplification,
sense, without reason.
The dissolution of the ego, the purification of being performative
a wide channel flow infinite
in that being, doing, the meaning and the "unknown" in current
love, hate, and balance.


I spent most of the afternoon playing with the kids. Cuendo they returned home I decided to tour the town to dark.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Is 35 Days Accurate For Hiv Test

Normal

wore long time without finding any city or town, it seemed downright delicious, the fact grounded in nature, to embrace, has always seemed more attractive and motivating to interact with humans. (Judgement: It is normal that people should think from the other side, shot and loving contact with other human beings, I did not sue or think it's better or worse, my beats are strongest between nature between humans) ( Judgement from the first trial: Interestingly it separates "nature" of being "human" as if there were one. Not only do I do it, think about it, talking about the power of nature, or relates to nature, always in third person, then I will try now to refer to it in first person)

Then I came to a town called Normal. Its people, in general he was OK. I rested that day in a room made of adobe served by a robust lady friendly factions. Upon awakening early the lady helped prepare breakfast for staying. We talked about life, work, we laughed, appreciating the essence of things we commonly do not realize, for example, why one should behave in one way or another to be included and accepted in social groups, things like that.
prepare eggs and juice, then helped the lady serving breakfast, I remember waking anyone was up yet, so I was curious that when we breakfast at the communal table and had a large group of people sitting waiting to eat and begin their journey.
When serving food, people (composed only of men) began to wonder who I was, like ensuring that no threat to his life, he endured without worrying about it, I served eggs and juice.
By the help I was given breakfast.
While eating lunch and playing with the man sitting in front of me told me, with very hostile face approached me. He said that "food is not playing, was on one side of bad taste, and secondly, That simply was not done. "I broke into laughter, even jumped out of my mouth pieces of food.
The man was upset about my shame, no doubt for him there was no reason for laughing; truism. Then his voice rose to stop my laughter spontaneous, that at that time and enjoyed. He said: "What are you laughing?" I do not see grace, much less if I have to avoid the bits of food out of your mouth.
finished laughing and swallowed.
I said then: I laugh at you, what you said. I love playing with food and make it a pleasure, to notice different flavors, I do understand the way I was born to do.
insisted: Well, not done!
Callé a time when the man thought he had given me an important lesson of conduct spoke: "Why? Who said so should you eat?
The man laughed and said spontaneously: Nobody said it, so do not bother to eat, and eat the people who live in society. No playing with food, not eat with your mouth open, no talking with food in your mouth, you should not bring your face to smell the food dish, do not say "benefit" when you see other people comiedo. It is difficult to bear that eats people like you.
My smile remained on my face, although the man seemed sincere and intelligent.
Anyway I spoke, I wanted to entertain in that pointless argument: Yes, I understand, but why not eat well?
quickly replied: Not to intrude, it is rude, I told you so.
He began to think I was a fool that I was making fun of him.
I said, I have answered. One thing is what they taught you to do, the rules and the rules of table manners, but you never ever wonder why you should heed that, you've just learned how to be and then obeyed.
The man changed his' tude of anger, he realized that although he disagreed with me was not the fool he thought.
I continued: I wonder how many things we "do" by a mere habituation ...
The man said: Yes, I think we do many things for a training, but this training is for something, and things were thought about something, and that something is that human society is better desenvuenva itself and to itself.
replied: Indeed, it is for the functioning of society, but I think we have lied so cute. The best way to live is to do like everyone who wants to, experiencing, allowing the error and bad habits, evil, goodness, all that should be viewed with maturity, that will teach you every step, and you realize every step that the rules are nothing more than a lie, the nature is different, Will Have you seen a tree grow as another of the same species? We are different, you have to accept, tolerate.
The man thought, then said: However, I think there are things that are necessary to get along.
immediately answered: Yes, first is because your choice was that, "good manners", the effective life in society, in this society, on the other side you put aside your prejudices and intolerance, so you'll never see essence in others and not do more than reject and separate what was born with, but not together.
The man was silent.
understood that the conversation was over, but not by my words, not by him. I
.

has nothing to power in the inertia or synergies,
or rules in nature, actually
beauty rests in the asymmetry,
in the nonsense of the explanation, the reason is dispensable
the absurd convention,
and the ego, the masked virus
that immediately to the authority, power,
to fictional society, slavery of being
influenced by the centripetal egocentric standards. Recycle
The only freedom in the mind, as being
allowed THROUGH what you want of me forgetting, detachment
the putrid idea validated.


Seguí

Friday, May 16, 2008

Can I Get Braces With Missing Molars

What will happen?

absorbed and the image of the Dove and Hawk gave me joy. Went back long before me. Restoring the called conscience, decubrí that the train had come a long stretch and approached the city of Desitin. To see that city in the distance was stunned ...
only poked skyline from a gray mist made by smog. The words escaped me, the thoughts are hid, only a sensation was present but did not know his name.
Upon entering the city discovered that all had a different color, could see a light smoke to where to look, all the air was filled of that gray screen and no one seemed to notice, not because they did not know it was there, but because they got used to not see past the smog, to see everything with faded colors. The normal with which the inhabitants were developing was disturbing. Then something exploded and I saw this:

"Everything flows with statice,
or inertia rules
magnet in which a proud man outside his essence remains scattered
natural ties
turning their misunderstanding dying
lacking a sense or a death ride.
An energetic stagnation, stagnation leads to physical,
an arrogant idea, install truths
disintegrating and power, becomes a human word, character
authoritarian ruler, selfish.
Rather then give up all desire for power, all longing to structure
knowledge, or to create thoughts
prefer the air flow smoothly, and commune with the water;
stop pretending that I have more of what I am
or that a synapses bad I crown. I
this: flesh dissolved in the whole,
desire to sustain life;
then live with the air, his last moments. "


After this flow out of me as spiritual possession, everything was its course.
I decided melt in the air, and bring with me some of that gray layer well to remember that my responsibility is the air and on the air I am.
I left the city on foot, blending into the vegetation.