Life is sort of beautiful

El presente

El presente es una ilusión. Tan pronto se observa el evento se genera una representación mental que inmediatamente lo relega al concepto del pasado que, de no ser por la memoria del observador, sería un concepto inocuo. Habrá algunos más dotados de inteligencia o habilidades físicas que pueden reaccionar frente a un acto futuro previsible, […]

Un café.

“Anoche otra vez me acosté a dormir, aburrido” – dijo, recordando esa extraña sensación que acompaña a la persona que tiene algo pendiente por hacer. “Puede ser simplemente la percepción que resulta de la inevitable comparación de lo que tengo frente a lo que tienen los demás”- continuó. Sin embargo, algo no resultaba cierto de […]

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 […]

I miss my cat

Not much to say today, except that I miss my cat. A bit random, I know, but perhaps that’s the nature of a blog, what do I know? Maybe this public statement (public as in the 2 people that will read it!) is a way of trying to convince myself that I’m not as bad […]

Album review- Lemmo Demo

Lemmo Demo – a great album

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, […]

Roadtripping

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 […]

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 […]