My empty place

Necesito un lugar para mis pensamientos, donde puedan descansar, y cohibidos de actuar. Mi propio universo, lleno de versos cohibidos pero libres. Lleno de mi propia esencia, mi marca personal, oculta tras palabras nunca leídas. Un lugar vacio, sin tumulto de opiniones.

Bob Marley

Es necesario entender las letras, su profundo significado. Esta es la musica del tercer mundo, es la noticia cantada, la que no se enseña en la escuela.

Bob Marley.- 

Jacques Rigaut

No olvido que no puedo verme a mí mismo porque mi rol esta limitado a ser solo quien mira al espejo.- Jacques Rigaut

Hamlet Dimaggio

Esta noche, la tristeza me llama a dibujar mis versos en el aire y recitar con mis lagrimas la poesía de mi alma.

-Hamlet Dimaggio

American psycho

“Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s own taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface, was all that anyone found meaning in…this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged…” 

American psycho

“I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.” 

Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In night, or in day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is about a dream whitin a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I  weep-while  I weep!
Oh God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream whitin a dream?


                                                                                                                            Edgar Allan Poe.-