YouTube Treasures

I spend a lot of time watching YouTube videos, to the point that I don’t own a TV anymore. Often times, after work, I will have dinner accompanied by whatever video the app has selected for me; keeping me company, feeding me sounds and shapes from around the world that somehow seem intimate, personal, as […]

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What is really the end game?

After several days of tediously avoiding spoilers and threatening the members of my whatsapp groups with enthusiastic friends from school and university, I managed to finally see Avengers: End Game. Not once but twice for good measure. I enjoyed the movie and think that it gave a fitting end to a well thought-out saga that […]

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Time. 3:30 at a time.

Time, or better perhaps just the notion of it, has been haunting me lately. Still remember the days when I could let it flow (or was it me moving through it?), and evolve. But not anymore as slowly, but steadily, the actual meaning of entropy has become clear to me by revealing ever more non-reversible […]

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The feast

Someone said I can’t be free That I should’ve known better It’s been a long time since But the sound still lingers on Putrid, foul, disembodied noise Luficer fell without a fight No way out from the fish bowl Forever an attraction, a freak show Search and you will find Can’t go on without myself, […]

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Sombras

Encerrado, el mundo se reduce a la habitación. Sobre la cama ve sombras jugando al contemplar el vacío anhela cambiar el presente Y hacer del futuro algo suyo Un giro a la derecha y con el tiempo La verdad se contrae a un cubo Que con tenues destellos transporta un suave gemido Distorsionado por un […]

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Moving to somewhere

That’s nowhere close to where I used to be. New beginnings that end old ideas never seen through. So I call on some old friends and put the radio on. It hits me softly (like a wave by the shore that’s just out of reach) that, maybe, it could be true, just maybe, that the […]

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