Hace poco encontre un cuaderno de arte que me robe de mi profesora en 4to curso. Ahi comenze dibujar mediocremente y a escribir pendejadas cuando no queria poner atención a clase (lo cual era casi siempre y no me arrepiento). Ahora que lo veo, tres años mas tarde me doy cuenta que en ese entonces pensaba que todo el mundo era un basurero sin remedio, que todos se corrompían facilmente y que mi presente estaba ligado a un infalible y tragico fin.
Puede que suene muy poetico o muy emo jaja, pero sin embargo leer todas estas cosas me hacen acuerdo a mi espíritu adolescente y a los ecos de mi niñez, que según yo deberían ser siempre recordados por todos. Este cuaderno me ayudo bastante en esas épocas y aqui están un par de frases mias y citas de un par de gentes que vale la pena volver a leer.
aqui están, la mayoría en ingles no me pregunten porque, y con su mala puntuación original....
a door is all i need. if i could walk through a door in my way that could save my life in the end
jealousy has taken a hold of me. fucking jealousy!!; i hate it! I think that is the part of myself i despise the most.
a wooden stick with rusty nails has dugged its way through my skin, leaving a poisonous trail running in my veins and controlling my brain.
a "fuck you!" can eventually turn the world around
when emotion fades and soulless feelings get the best out of you, then you know no better than the man sutured to that heavy lead coffin
"… put it in a box until a quieter time"
- Dave Mathews
"life imitates art far more than art imitates life"
- Oscar Wilde
hay un fantasma extraviado al otro lado de la calle
sentado en la acera, no hace mucho
cada día mata el tiempo sin temor
dejando correr la sangre que alimenta el mundo.
en sus ideas retorcidas vivo yo.
Popular thought thawed it out wrong
no one discerned it out right
offender, poor believer, sadistic and feudal
brilliance in every move
i have all these bittersweet memories
and i don't know whether to bathe them in the sweetest candy
or corrupt them with lemon
everything tends to morph in such a way in which we are blinded and deceived about what lies ahead
fear; fear of it all emasculating me and pushing me down; down into the ground. Neck first. But most likely it will happen, the fall i mean, where i will soar in excess one last time. Surely, all of the excitement will load me up in ecstasy and adrenaline for the meanest while. During that climax it will all be pure joy.
El viejo estetoscopio lo volvi a levantar
para oir los maullidos de mi infancia
paseos por campos rubios iluminaban mis pesadillas
mas de una bacteria se paseaba por el cielo primaveral
jugueteos y tambaleos colina abajo
aventuras y expediciones cuesta arriba
i tend to close all my sistems and mechanically reproduce my thoughts over and over again; just to remind myself not to evolve into
…. for now that fountain of life has still water running through it; pumped by the music, my friendships and my expanding curiosity about the future
"Don't know where my place resides anymore…the thing that matters the most is almost gone but savoring it has become an everyday ritual… an end is determined by the way you live your life and the choices you make, therefore i am on a long way a wide and tricky road"
- Chris McCandless (Journals excerpt)
