calma

la calma despues de la tormenta...


y como bien dijo mi amigo Pablo D'Amato en su nuevo cuento:

"Todo estaba en paz. Y paz no significa, quietud."

a ludic place

A place within space, landscapes of sense. The scope of what seems to cover it all, penetrate it all… overexposed. Haphazard fluxes of escaping potentiality; redefined language contexts that push meaning over the edge of uncertainty.

catcher

there's a plain seed in the eye
a red plex of dim light
gathering again what you've been seeking
once.

hey, catcher, try to smile
there's always something deep inside

get in again
spread your arms
feel the steps descend
and hide

hide for what you've been told
again
and again
and again

and again.

nin

Por fin.
Pero como cuesta carancho!

.............................

You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

(...)

Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

(...)

So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on

the hand that feeds - nine inch nails.

so naive

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on

The hand that feeds - Nine Inch Nails