Spaceship

He decidido que no puedo. Me declaro incompetente para luchar contra esto. No puedo con esos horribles efectos que produce tu ser en mi. No puedo con toda la admiración que me provoca tu generosidad, me es imposible lidiar con eso y no caer rendido a tus pies con algo que para ti es tan natural. No puedo con estas irrefrenables ganas de abrazarte cuando eres espontánea, y no quiero dejar ni un segundo de ver todos los efectos que la vida tiene en ti. No puedo con tus ojos brillando aquí y allá ni con esa sonrisa que llena la nada tan de repente. No puedo con tu maravillosa imagen a contra luz iluminando todo. Eres vida, eres magia, eres libertad. No puedo tampoco con tu mala simulación, me provoca tanta ternura que seas la peor actriz del mundo, porque tu cara está llena de emociones. No puedo con toda esa belleza que consideras simple, pero que sabes utilizar como tu arma más letal. Me muero antes de tener que dejar de disfrutar de tu inteligencia, esa que hace que toda la magia s...

I’ve heard not long ago a real question about what was happening in life, and was something like why aren’t you cooking all of that for yourself? It’s fair to say, to make some context I’m saving in one shelf of my closet plenty of exotic ingredients from too far away lands. Then, I’ve tried to figure out so many answers that I’ve got exhausted and forgot the issue for a while (I’m quite good for that), but as soon as the question came to me, I’m trying to write it: I’m waiting. Is it for you I’m waiting? I don’t know. Is it the right thing to expect? Neither can I answer this one, but I’m sure the wait is the best way to proceed now. I’m waiting for your curious. For one day, one moment in the universe you become curious about what I am, and my best answer could be a flavour. I can be as sweet as the panela with concentrated sugar, but is not my best; that’s why I’m saving just a couple of that, that kind of sweet is most times cloying, but sometimes is necessary for real relief. I ca...

You are the expression of the limits just from your name.  Every detail of you is expressed in the closest way to perfection, but it has the advantage of being just simple to construct even more perfect being. There's no description for that. Your limits come from the sky, as the colour of your eyes, and the deepest part of the infinite is not brighter than your smile, the shadows are part of the contrast to understand the complementarities between light and dark. Every hair of yours is made of durable finest thread, golden and bright as forbidden treasures, longer and not so straight to be lost in its deepest aroma. Your beauty is as natural as the warming sun rays after a long winter, fresh and relieving, sweet all the time. The expression is candid, and the look is unstoppable, but everything conjugated is what makes you strong. Is not any part of you outside the frontier of perfection, but it's the combination of everything that turns you, human. The symmetry of your hips i...

8 de marzo de 2013...  Celebrarte hoy parece que es la reafirmación de lo contrario a lo que buscamos, ser tratados como iguales. Me pregunto entonces, como podremos ser iguales si no hay garantías que puedan igualar la maravilla de tu ser?  No hay derechos que alcancen para garantizar que tu sexto sentido desarrolle su máximo potencial; no hay ideas que liberen nuestras mentes de la tradición que lastima si no podemos entender que las oportunidades pueden llegar a ser las mismas en tanto nos reconozcamos como personas distintas; y no hay posición, cargo, ni encomienda más valiosa que la que se gana por el mérito de ser evaluados como iguales, sabiendo que nuestras habilidades son diferentes, pero también sabiendo que eso no hará que dejemos de lavar un solo plato o de limpiar el desorden de esta mañana, tu en tu casa, yo en la mía, algún día en el espacio nuestro. Y no alcanzan todas esas herramientas porque justamente no hay maravilla que de ese tipo se haya inventado, y tam...

I'm ashamed. Every year it's harder to understand the true meaning of March the 8th without being politically incorrect, but this year is about be the revolution of the ashamed. And the road has been long. I should not congratulate you for being of one sex different than mine because I have to understand the difference between sex and gender. It's ok, it's always a social construction, like the one you have sometimes used indiscriminately to favour your position without the ethical protection of the gender, or even better, the one you have exploited in the name of the protection of the gender. It's advantageous when it has to be, but historically oppressive all the other time. But never it's egalitarian. However, it's not the right answer for this year. Then is not a celebration. How are we supposed to celebrate one gender just for the reason of being? If it's social, we should celebrate socially many of any other human group constructions if it's na...

I don't know... But missing you should be a consequence of free time.  It's not your eyes shining all over the place, definitely not the way you look at me.  It's not your fantastic long hair or that malicious smile that hide those juicy and exotic lips.  It's not all of that.  It's not the way you say come on!  Nor the argument you always have.  It's neither you're unyielding nor the shy and tender girl that lives behind.  It's not your bully or the frightening hugs you have; it's not the form of your nose.  It's maybe I'm free now, and I suffer from Stockholm's.  =) this is not that old