Poema 001

Tengo un frío en mi costado derecho,
cerca del espacio que habita tu ausencia.
Ese frío y sus susurros me recuerdan de tu sonrisa.
Entre susurros me imagino un beso tuyo,
y me caliento tanto que, al menos por un instante
tu ausencia se calla,
y tu recuerdo me abraza mientras sonrío
en la tibia memoria de tu amor.
Te amo

Votos Nupciales

Hice un compromiso, un pacto, juré unos votos el día de mi matrimonio; por eso públicamente exhibo mi compromismo:

Ayari María, quiero compartir mi vida contigo.
quiero embarcar, rumbo a nuestros sueños,
en un camino de felicidad, respeto, solidaridad, y crecimiento
en el que nuestras sonrisas impulsen las velas,
nuestra moralidad nos sirva de compás
mientras nuestros sueños brillan en el cielo
y se reflejan en nuestros corazones
mientras observamos el paisaje de nuestras vidas.

Sé que no podría suplicarle a los dioses una mejor compañera
una mejor mujer, una mejor persona que tú para este viaje.
Me enamora siempre tu sonrisa y la felicidad que traes al mundo.
No exijo mas que echar raíces a tu lado y crear nuestra familia,
ver las hojas del otoño caer y envejecer a tu lado.

Ayari María, hoy, si me aceptas, prometo serte fiel,
dedicar mi trabajo y sueños a ti y a nosotros,
durante la primavera y el invierno,
proveer mi alma y esfuerzo a este viaje nuevo, a este árbol
regar las raíces.
Navegar, crecer, contigo.

Te amo.

Pasión

Bañarme en tu luz,
deslumbrante, espeza,
cargando una aroma de roble o incienso,
entrando en ciclos a la primavera,
al valle de tu fertilidad.

Con un llanto gurrutal,
nacido del deseo,
madrugas siendo selva.
Me ciegas, me hipnotizas.

Me devoras. Impacientes,
salvajes, tú y tu sexo
consumen su victima.

Que deliciosa muerte;
sabiendo que de mis manos
nacerán flores,
de mi pecho arboles,
y en tus bosques eternos amores.

I Love Life

Its amazing how reality can just dig deep into your bones and wrench existence itself up to the border of your skin, where it sizzles and raises your hairs to the tone of electrified stem cell marrow!

That delicate balance of breathing; of self-awareness, of being able to fight for confirmation of your own objective presence.

To me life is here for its own sake, existence is self-contained, each day is a self-endowed gift to be shared and cherished.

I live to fight, i fight to live, I live to think, I think therefore I am, and I am here to share myself, this glorious day, and this glorious life; no mater how short with who ever chooses to listen; and I will tell you this: I am in love with living, its an intoxicating experience to see the sun rise each day and fuel this greenhouse paradise of bonsai pets and thousand year old oaks!

La Herida

Al parecer, y como podrán leer, he vuelto a quedar fascinado con el "Espiritú del Vino"...

Siempre he preferido
Un beso prolongado
Aunque sepa que miente
Aunque sepa que es falso

¿Qué demonios ocurre
Cuando miradas no se encuentran?
La pelea de gallos
Se admiten apuestas

¿Quién buscó abrigo
En algún otro lugar?
¿Es posible que el frío
Venga con la edad?

Con cuanta emosión estan cargadas las canciones de este albúm.
Con que versatilidad este artista (Búnbury) niega el altruismo del amor!

Que difícil es ser altruista al amar! Que difícil alcanzar una genuina entrega...

Y te oigo decir:
"Dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé
no encajo bien tus bromas
¿Por qué serás tan cruel?

Dame tantas rosas como esminas me clavé
Tan fácilmente explotas
¿Qué infierno te posee?"

Nuestros Nombres

Con un grito de esperanza
    te digo adiós.

Anoche soñé que me podría pelar en la Isla sin mucho percance, porque al dormirme, me transportaba allá, solo costaba encontrar la barbería abierta a esas horas; y eso, que a penas tengo 2 semanas fuera.

PD: Una persona extremadamente atenta encontraría contradictorio la canción con lo escrito; pero realmente todo dependerá de quien se despide el cantante! Todos renunciamos a lo no electo! A no renovar los acuerdos ya vencidos, incluso a pesar de encontrar nuestras emociones asediadas. No ignoramos nuestros excesos...

Heart Broken

I remember telling someone, on her porch one afternoon: "That's because you have never really had your heart broken, and I will do my best so it never is."

Although I consider the promise was kept, it's easy to falter and maybe believe an impeccable heart to be an unwanted gift. There is a story of an old man whose' wounded, grieving heart he would not trade for that of a boy. A beautifully intact heart which was so naively boasted through the town; the story ends with the boy giving the old man a piece of the suddenly incomplete organ, and is an analogy of giving one's self in love.

In that boys eyes, and specially in these times, Love is a sentiment too often confused with desire, and self-adorement (narcissism), so the phrase: 'you must loose something to understand its real worth' urges one to believe a heart must be broken / given before one can understand its value, yet I believe in empathy. Time has bestowed upon life an infinitely powerful tool of comprehension, of understanding reality not only though our own eyes, but from those around us, of allowing us to share the responsibility of a better world.

It could be argued, that empathy is the root emotion behind the search for Justice (in another post, I quote a French philosopher who state Justice is an invention of man, and as such a responsibility of man unto himself.) So, if Love is a sentiment to be put to good use it must be born though Empathy, Comprehension, Dedication, Patience and Understanding, it must be a sentiment of Sharing, of reciprocal Trust and Cooperative Growth.

I recently heard a song: "What is love without lust" (La Roux - In For The Kill) and its something little short of coming from the black bible and a willingness to over-weigh self-adulation, self-fulfillment above all other things.

In that sense, and living through heart-breaks myself, there will always be choices in life. Choosing to be heart broken, is just as selfish as choosing lust. Evolution has seen to it so that our empathy, and sense of justice, prohibit us from attaining happiness if not through what we have identified as the virtues of life.

Some references:

• LifeScience - Study: People Literally Feel Pain of Others
• Roots of Empathy
• BBC News - Monkeys show sense of justice
• Shareable - Birds do It. Bats do It.
• Love of All Wisdom - Can justice make you happy?
• Suite101 - The Psychopath Antisocial
• Wikipedia - Psycopathy

Day after Thanksgiving.

Yesterday I was reminded about my writing on relationships last year, and was asked how my thoughts on the subject had changed... still, one year later, the gist of the admittedly polar dissertation remains.

There is one note we could extract from an economist's super-rational model of the mind; one simple addition: the role of Wanting, It is simply too painful to accept a partner's loss of interest, yet; beyond reasonable justification, illusion falls prey to reality and change inevitably looms over previous conception of a relationship; making the desire to sustain it either weaker or stronger.

In other words, Love must be fleeting to require hard work and understanding, and some form of self-realization is inextricable from maintaining a healthy relationship. In this tone I give thanks to every human being who finds self-realization in the happiness of others; you are the essence of humanity and the pillars of its achievements.

Poema 62

Corazón, corazón flamante
  jamas me había topado con tu capacidad de querer
  que me llena, me quema
  ardes en mi, una llama cauterizadora
  y tu sonrisa es una llama radiante
  que brilla sobre esta otra
  sobre el duelo de amar

Life is indeed a gift.

Our senses bestow upon us a lasting appreciation for the whole of existence.
Whatever may be the case about time; its flow is a gift. Serendipitous, maybe, but a gift none the less.

Fortuitous surely; for LIFE in this universe is self building and self-justifying. All of life is tangled and built upon itself; in the mist of these surroundings it is little to say I am awed by these gifts.

This mountain view and silence is but an enduring reminder of our insignificance , freedom and spirituality.
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How wrong is it to use a kitten for personal sexual pleasure? Depends on whether you've washed your hands

Interestingly enough, people make decisions based on all sorts of preconditions.

We know we take rational thought very seriously; but experiments continually show our decisions are influenced not only by logical reasoning, but also our emotional state.

And we all know our emotional state can be very subtly manipulated. The following post talks about our moral judgment and the impact of our being disgusted on said judgment.

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/scienceblogs/cognitivedaily/~3/nMPCZ0q2tUE/how_wrong_is_it_to_use_a_kitte.php

All this research on rational and moral thinking is to me deeply related to my thoughts on love. In my opinion, love is basically an emotional modifier to our rational thinking processes. It is a construed mechanism that is self affecting. I think a formula similar to a gravitational field could be a useful metaphor to understand how love rises from rational, circumstantial and other emotional factors to later mold and maintain the these very same factors into a self preserving, emergent behavior.

Love is beautiful indeed: a very delicate flower that can help us see the world in a different light!
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best thing to say when your moody or down

no te quiero triste, :(
te quiero contento
te quiero enamorado y sonriendo
te quiero volando y soñador
besando y pensador
poeta de versos dulces
de pensamientos encantadores
y de abrazo libres
te quiero...
te adoro...

Thanksgiving Special...

Yesterday was a weird day, of thanks, reflection and retrospect... a deep feeling of unease overwhelmed me as I heard / thought through debate along the following lines:

Forever	vs	Till Whenever
this is something we need to work on together.		these things have to feel smooth...
I'm committed, I still need you.		nothing lasts forever, I'll be fine.
we started this for a reason; giving a little on ends leaves us both with alot.		thanks, but there's just no more here; we need to move on.
love is hard work and understanding and forgiving.		love is a fleeting thing
there's no such thing as love
Stay!		Goodbye!

I posted something here from my cell phone, but it seems it got lost... :/ It was along the lines of love being an idea, and different for different people, but still, generally, a good idea to live with! :p I envy my own parent's forever love; and I've seen their hard work, and their sacrifice... (on both sides).. a friend said yesterday:

I've given up on the local women here, their idea of a relationship is just someone to go out and have drinks with... no sense of it being a project, to grow into...

I also had other conversations around the notion... today, I am simply sad; for myself, and everyone else who couldn't get it right the first 5 times... not so sure about those who have never eaten from greener pastures... even though it always looks greener on the other side... :(

Espantapajaros I

Me importa un pito que las mujeres...

Rostro de vos

amor durazno

En un remoto confín de mi alma
sabia que tu amor aún era inocente;
dirigía tus acciones, tus encantos,
tus sorpresas y tu pensar.

En algún otoño ese amor entonces escoge.
Escoge perder su último pétalo
dejándonos con la memoria
de su florecida aroma,

o,
ya fecundada, encapucharse,
y ser cultivado como fruto,
durazno de un amor consciente.

No me esperaba que este otoño
se apartara entonces el último pétalo,
o que simplemente,
no se fecundara nuestra flor de vida;

y para mí, el invierno será largo y frío,
pero los pétalos derramados,
junto a las memorias y las lagrimas caídas,
dejan el suelo fértil para futuros amores.

My Requiem

Yesterday I felt my emotions described by two songs from one of my favorite bands:

In the morning I felt so mad, apathy was my salvation; and since bugs are actually a theme from the relationship, it seems like joining them, yeah, thats the one!

Later in the night I received a call that felt as if she wanted to sing me this beautiful song... (try and understand the lyrics), and thats not at all, who you want to feel like; especially when you do nothing of the sort.

And so, as I fall recklessly out of love's illusion, disintoxication feels about the same as going cold turkey... (heroin withdrawal)

Poesía 41

(Hay cosas que no me salen bien, y quizas es dejarte ver que tanto significas para mi... Quizas me da miedo ser expuesto tan vulnerablemente.)

Pero te espero, como el bosque espera la primavera; como el día espera el amanecer, para poder ser luz, para poder ser vida.

poesía variada 2...

La siguiente es una edición de un poema que había escrito anteriormente:

Aveces, cuando los demás no están mirando,
corro, rápido, rápido, y pinto una flor en tu alma.

Me sorprenderá siempre ver las flores que dibujo cobrar vida,
ver como aquellos salpicos de secreta felicidad
parecen flotar en un mar de amor,
con los pétalos tiernos tornasol y un aroma hipnotizante,
que me es imposible olvidar.

Ni cuando vuelvo discretamente a lo cotidiano
entre las industrias y deberes y tareas
de aquellos otros instantes: los que no logran compartirte,
que maravillosamente nunca se extienden
porque siempre logro sujetarme de los pétalos del recuerdo
y el buque secreto de aquel canvas animado.

Las mariposas del corazón siempre tendrán albergue entre las flores de los enamorados,
siempre resplandecerán sus alas con el canto de aquellos niños jugando
y los habitarán siempre que mantengan la primavera.

Wow..... Que Foto!

Cosmic Variance has this post in there blog: "Archaeologists from Valdaro, Italy, have unearthed a pair of skeletons — a couple who died young, and have been hugging for the last five thousand years. Take that, Andrew Marvell!

Commentators were unsure of many of the basic facts about the Neolithic couple — whether they died simultaneously or one followed the other, whether it was a sudden accident or a ritual sacrifice, or even whether they are man and woman or a same-sex couple.

Opinion is unanimous, however, that they are awfully cute."

poesia variada...

a veces, cuando los demas no estan mirando, yo corro, rapido, rapido y pinto una flor en tu alma
y me quedo sorprendido porque las flores que dibujo, siempre cobran vida. la flor completa parece
flotar en un mar de amor, con los petalos tiernos tornasol y un aroma hipnotizante, que nunca
olvido, ni cuando vuelvo en secreto a lo cotidiano entre las industrias y deberes y tareas de los
otros instantes, los que no son contigo los instantes, que gracias a dios tambien siempre son cortos
porque logro sujetarme de los petalos del recuerdo y el buque de tu amor.

las mariposas de la primavera siempre tendran albergue en el corazon de los enamorados siempre
resplandeseran sus alas, con los cantos de los niños que juegan en los parques y estaran con
nosotros siempre que tengamos la primavera en el corazon.