"Good luck, I've nothing left to say
There are so many special people in the world
Boa sorte...
Tesoro del Atlántico
Perla del Pacífico
Promesa futura
Emperatríz de la Ámerica del Sur
Este amor no es un juego...
Poetry has fallen in love
With one word
Three syllables
And no accent
Caracas, city in plural...
Bahía...
Pensando en alto recurriré a inventarte, estudiarte y analizarte
Pensando bajo tendría que olvidarte, borrarte y anesteciarte
Pensando en medios construiré sin remedios mil trenes, tres alas, sin andenes...
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano..."
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Oda.la.vie I
A taste of my favorite songs so far...
"Earth to Bella...
On the corner of mainstream
You say you're falling behind
Can you read my mind?...
Standing there by the broken tree
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved...
Las señales derivadas de tu único beso demostró
Sin necesidad de lápiz ni papel, ni mucho menos de la ciencia y sus máquinas
Que yo estaré contigo hasta el final de esta historia
Multiplicame de besos y verás..."
"Earth to Bella...
On the corner of mainstream
You say you're falling behind
Can you read my mind?...
Standing there by the broken tree
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved...
Las señales derivadas de tu único beso demostró
Sin necesidad de lápiz ni papel, ni mucho menos de la ciencia y sus máquinas
Que yo estaré contigo hasta el final de esta historia
Multiplicame de besos y verás..."
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Si todo fuese p.a.z.
Si todo fuese paz, no habría caos
Si todo fuese paz, no habría dolor
No habrían deseos
No habrían sonrisas
Si todo fuese paz, no habría oscuridad
No habrían lágrimas
No habría sufrimiento
Si todo fuese paz, no habrían sentimientos
No habría gente contenta
No habrían buenas noticias
Si todo fuese paz, no habrían distintos destinos
No habría algo porqué luchar...
Si todo fuese paz, no habría dolor
No habrían deseos
No habrían sonrisas
Si todo fuese paz, no habría oscuridad
No habrían lágrimas
No habría sufrimiento
Si todo fuese paz, no habrían sentimientos
No habría gente contenta
No habrían buenas noticias
Si todo fuese paz, no habrían distintos destinos
No habría algo porqué luchar...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
mad.rid_2010:
Madrid, great beginning after the whole Barcelona experience...
Although I cannot complain about it, Madrid with its arms wide open has shown me how good it feels to fit in.
Still missing all the friends I made this past year and still remembering walking those streets full of art, peculiar characters and all-kinds of bars you could imagine. Maybe I feel this is really where I like to be right now, or maybe I feel this has been my decision and that is why I am right here right now and I like it.
If you are not comfortable somewhere, and all that seems to hold you in is a couple of people, would that be enough to stay there? Don't think so...
Would you resign to what seems to be a dead end?
Or take a 180 chance to what you think is best for yourself?
I took the second.
It was indeed very sad and hard to say "Good Bye" to those few, to those few who where with me in one way or another through out a period of time where I was there alone, me, myself and I.
A time where I did not know -what to do-.
Yet I found the courage to make a decision for myself, a decision that would turn everything upside down. New town, new people, new school, new life. Let me tell you one thing, since I arrived, I have done nothing else but to love it. Feels like this is where I should have been since I first moved, this place has a lot to offer to those who love the city life.
Was I willing to change the sea side, the sand, the smell of the ocean? Yes.
It is worth it, everything for that one thing that makes you feel in the right place.
As long as you do what you really want to, what you were made for, it will be alright.
And then I have to thank and be grateful for all I have, all I am. I would not be who I am right now if I would not had been through every other moment I did. So I am glad, I am glad I have learned from everything in the past
And I am right here.
Just where I want to be.
Although I cannot complain about it, Madrid with its arms wide open has shown me how good it feels to fit in.
Still missing all the friends I made this past year and still remembering walking those streets full of art, peculiar characters and all-kinds of bars you could imagine. Maybe I feel this is really where I like to be right now, or maybe I feel this has been my decision and that is why I am right here right now and I like it.
If you are not comfortable somewhere, and all that seems to hold you in is a couple of people, would that be enough to stay there? Don't think so...
Would you resign to what seems to be a dead end?
Or take a 180 chance to what you think is best for yourself?
I took the second.
It was indeed very sad and hard to say "Good Bye" to those few, to those few who where with me in one way or another through out a period of time where I was there alone, me, myself and I.
A time where I did not know -what to do-.
Yet I found the courage to make a decision for myself, a decision that would turn everything upside down. New town, new people, new school, new life. Let me tell you one thing, since I arrived, I have done nothing else but to love it. Feels like this is where I should have been since I first moved, this place has a lot to offer to those who love the city life.
Was I willing to change the sea side, the sand, the smell of the ocean? Yes.
It is worth it, everything for that one thing that makes you feel in the right place.
As long as you do what you really want to, what you were made for, it will be alright.
And then I have to thank and be grateful for all I have, all I am. I would not be who I am right now if I would not had been through every other moment I did. So I am glad, I am glad I have learned from everything in the past
And I am right here.
Just where I want to be.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Ciudad de sueños 2.0
Caras, Caracas...
Tu olor, tu vibra, tu energía, tu vida
Colores, canciones, ideas y lugares
Propuestas y rechazos
Eres velóz y única, me engañas
Surreal y tangible, irónica
Caótica y hermosa, impredecible
Caracas
Luces, ruido, más ruido
Cultura y descuido, te quiero
Pensamientos y miradas
Noches, estrellas, más luces
Gris, verde y negro, moderna
Tácto y gusto, sensible
Tu gente
Levántate, levántame
Caras, Caracas, Ciudad de sueños...
Tu olor, tu vibra, tu energía, tu vida
Colores, canciones, ideas y lugares
Propuestas y rechazos
Eres velóz y única, me engañas
Surreal y tangible, irónica
Caótica y hermosa, impredecible
Caracas
Luces, ruido, más ruido
Cultura y descuido, te quiero
Pensamientos y miradas
Noches, estrellas, más luces
Gris, verde y negro, moderna
Tácto y gusto, sensible
Tu gente
Levántate, levántame
Caras, Caracas, Ciudad de sueños...
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Ciudad de sueños...
Esta historia comienza en el lugar donde hay más de un sueño...
Donde entre el ardiente sol, la difícil política y la siempre presente religión, logra escaparse una sonrisa.
La tierra donde no se pierden nunca el optimismo y la esperanza.
Donde siempre se agradece por un nuevo día.
Donde la gente hace a el lugar y no el lugar a la gente,
Donde esa gente encuentra como reirse a pesar del caos que la rodea.
Un lugar donde, a pesar de ser rico por naturaleza, reina la pobreza.
Donde se venden ideas, sueños, realidades y donde se vende la felicidad.
Donde existen más diferencias que igualdades, pero donde se construye lo que se quiere.
Donde un cuerpo cansado se levanta cada mañana.
Donde una voz suena entre calles y avenidas.
Donde el orgullo nunca se pierde.
Donde crecen las sonrisas sin importar las circunstancias.
El único lugar donde al mal tiempo se le da buena cara.
Esa es mi ciudad.
Mi ciudad de ensueño.
Donde entre el ardiente sol, la difícil política y la siempre presente religión, logra escaparse una sonrisa.
La tierra donde no se pierden nunca el optimismo y la esperanza.
Donde siempre se agradece por un nuevo día.
Donde la gente hace a el lugar y no el lugar a la gente,
Donde esa gente encuentra como reirse a pesar del caos que la rodea.
Un lugar donde, a pesar de ser rico por naturaleza, reina la pobreza.
Donde se venden ideas, sueños, realidades y donde se vende la felicidad.
Donde existen más diferencias que igualdades, pero donde se construye lo que se quiere.
Donde un cuerpo cansado se levanta cada mañana.
Donde una voz suena entre calles y avenidas.
Donde el orgullo nunca se pierde.
Donde crecen las sonrisas sin importar las circunstancias.
El único lugar donde al mal tiempo se le da buena cara.
Esa es mi ciudad.
Mi ciudad de ensueño.
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