The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

martes, diciembre 30, 2014

viernes, noviembre 28, 2014

bound

I guess that only I can save me from myself

batter

-They said: "blame yourself till you can't get anymore. It'll get easier to let go and get yourself off the hook." I've never really understood it.
-Me neither  

miércoles, noviembre 26, 2014

one of a kind

Lo más dificil es tratar de descifrar a dónde van a parar la incondicionalidad absoluta y la unidad que uno sabía reales. A veces pareciera mentira. 

domingo, noviembre 09, 2014

It

hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts .


sábado, octubre 18, 2014

La felicidad de la Ignorancia


Cáncer:
El cáncer es una enfermedad provocada por un grupo de células que se multiplican sin control y de manera autónoma, invadiendo (la palabra que lo describe perfecto) localmente y a distancia a otros tejidos. Pura biología, tan fría como el cuerpo caliente del ratón que yace muerto y abierto frente a vos en la mesada. Uno de cientos. Uno de miles. Uno de millones. ¿Millones para uno? SI. Cientos de miles de millones para uno. ¿Ética? No. Humano, ratón, no importa. Darwin me dijo que ninguno está tan lejos del otro como creían. Solo decime a quien hay que matar porque la ética solo existe cuando no viste de cerca a la parca.

Siguiente parrafo:
La malignidad del cáncer es variable, (por supuesto). Anotamos en cuadernos, libros llenos de palabras como: metástasis, P53, apoptosis, P21, Genética I, II, Toxicología, Citogenética, enzimas y más proteinas. Genes, Genes, Genes. Todo está en los genes. Epigenético o no, son Todo. ¿Ambiente? Por supuesto. Pobre Lamark.
El cancer depende de la agresividad de sus células y demás características biológicas de cada tipo tumoral, aunque siempre, siempre, te va a terminar sorprendiendo. Mientras que muchos mueren en cuerpo, algunos lo hacemos todavía en alma y quedamos remanentes en la Tierra porque no logramos ver la vida en otros colores. ¿Somos realistas, instrumentalistas o religiosos?. 
 Las batas blancas se abranzan, brindan y lloran de alegría mientras ven su nombre en la tapa de una revista y las bolsas rojas se van llenando de latex con sangre. La frialdad nos fascina, los dibujos de la tiza y las proyecciones virtuales ante nuestros ojos nos quitan el sueño. La dicotomía de existir en ambos universos. Pasar de lo frio y apasionante a la consciencia que te golpea en la cara dejandotela violeta. ¿Y qué haces ahi? Obviamente pensás en cómo la sangre se acumula en tu ojo morado y los capilares rotos tratan de ser cicatrizados, pero el dolor te desenfoca y caes de rodillas sobre el suelo. El dolor es quien nos lleva de vuelta a la Tierra y separa con una tela fina de seda a la Ciencia de nuestras Almas para que dancemos de un lado al otro de manera más segura.


RJD.

miércoles, octubre 15, 2014

sábado, octubre 04, 2014

domingo, septiembre 14, 2014

who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
and turns me to gold in the sunlight

I must become a lion hearted girl
ready for a fight
before I make the final sacrifice

And in the spring I shed my skin
and it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
as towards the sky I offer it,
this is a gift

lo que se piensa y no se dice, lo que se escribe y no se muestra, lo que se siente y no se expresa... se hace cada vez mas difícil y te va comiendo por dentro


lunes, marzo 24, 2014

lunes, marzo 03, 2014

torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life,
he was warm, he came around like he was dignified,
he showed me what it was to cry.
Well you couldnt be that man I adored,
you don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for,
but I don't know him anymore.
There's nothing where he used to lie,
my conversation has run dry,
that's what's going on, nothings fine Im torn

Im all out of faith, this is how I feel,

I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor.
Illusion never changed into something real,
Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.
You're a little late, Im already torn...

viernes, enero 24, 2014

There’s nothing left but emptiness, it’s all been said and done

I was staring in the shadow just to understand your pain,
but when I needed you the most you looked the other way.

I wanted you to comfort me in the moment we had begun,

I loved you through your nothingness
Am I still the one?

Though broken, my heart still beats, it will not stop

Caution the floor's wet in here been crying,
Don't leave me,
please believe me, oh!
Baby there is,
I can explain ...
Please love me ,
Please need me, oh...
But, though broken, my heart still beats, it will not stop. 

like a tattoo

Try to tell you no 
but my body keeps on telling you yes
Try to tell you stop
but your lips got me so out of breath
I'll be waking up in the morning probably hating myself,
and I'll be waking up feeling satisfied
but guilty as hell

But baby there you go again
there you go again making me love you
Baby I stopped using my head
using my head let it all go
Now you're stuck on my body
on my body like a tattoo
And now I'm feeling stupid
feeling stupid crawling back to you

So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times,
but I'll only stay with you one more night

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