domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011


Me gustan las coincidencias. 
Me hacen pensar en el destino, 
y sobre si la libertad de acción es tan sólo una ilusión o una cuestión de perspectiva. 
Me permiten especular alrededor de la idea de algún plan maestro que, 
de vez en cuando, se nos permite ver de reojo y como quien no quiere la cosa.

viernes, 28 de octubre de 2011

Hay fantasías a las que cuesta renunciar.

El silencio nos conectaba de formas que las palabras no podían…

-Deberías ver tu cara.
-¿Qué le pasa a mi cara?
-Que es preciosa.

martes, 25 de octubre de 2011

lunes, 24 de octubre de 2011

domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011


It's because I like the feeling. 
For a small amount of time, everything seems alright...
It's because I like to breathe out the smoke. 
I like to watch it disapear, hoping that someday, 
maybe I'll disapear with it.

jueves, 20 de octubre de 2011

gentle among wolves

I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love 
  For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men  and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.

martes, 18 de octubre de 2011


She sat in the bathtub smoking pot, and then stumbled upon a profound thought....

We are all damaged.

lunes, 17 de octubre de 2011


A veces no sabes que has cruzado una línea 
hasta que no estás al otro lado,
y entonces ya es demasiado tarde.
Cada vez tengo más deseos y menos esperanzas.