Entradas

Mostrando entradas de 2020

Sunday's Thoughts

 Las capas que nos añadimos de la que necesitamos liberarnos, como una serpiente mudando piel, transformándose. Esa piel muerta que pueden ser nuestros miedos y pensamientos preconcebidos no deja de ser más que gramos de peso que se acumula en nuestra espalda y subsconciente. Capas grises de mugre que nos invaden y de la que tenemos que purgarnos. El ruido a veces no nos deja ver quien somos realmente, o donde está el camino que debemos intuir. Al desconectarnos tantas veces de la naturaleza y nuestro instinto, llega un momento que esa vocecita se va apagando... hasta que paramos a escuchar con detenimiento. Frenamos en seco nuestra vida acelerada y escuchamos con atención. No paramos por miedo, no paramos para encontrar otra distracción, sino para tomar impulso sabiendo que nuestra conciencia está siendo guiada por nuestro instinto. A veces el camino más corto no es el que nos lleva más rápido a la meta. Y de todas formas, ¿por qué es tan importante el final? Todo hecho para un result

Certain uncertainties

Imagen
  Even in the most uncertain setting I look at you like a new breeze: Dreamy eyes and gentle smile, Writing over certainties of your day.   And I can’t help but look away of shyness Getting back to my matters While your breathing becomes my background sound And your singing my distant memory.   I don’t want to fall in love. It brought too much pain that I can hardly move anymore. I believed that I was done.   And another day came to shine, Another reading while time passed. Gentle talk and smiles as precious breaks Of two broken hearts that came to confine In a small comfy corner of new rise.   Yes, we rose in a smoke of fear and wonder, And yet we trembled words of self-sufficient beings At a time that we really thought of wishing for hope, In a moment that we daydreamed for more.     And we looked for new sensations Covering even parts of our day that were out of plan, Living in a vast stormy realization That we would not be

Self-Locked

  1 st Phase of a personal lockdown Self-locked   Denial brought my world into a still state Blocking feelings, into fantasy immerse. Nice escape for a scared human being But the blanket won’t fight the ghosts again.   Closing eyes to an open heart fully aware Of mumbling steps on tiptoes towards the unknown Where have the path gone? Breathe and dream that reality becomes fair.   For a time and a place no longer valid. For a state of mind that squirm itself.   Can dreams lift a heavy heart? Maybe visuals can show me a turn Where I do not fear the invisible Where reality is a fake illusion made.   So close your eyes and go inwards Hold my hand and embrace me I will whisper t’ you: “hope”, “calm” Even if tears follow the warmth.   I feel that I fell much better Down a rabbit hole much more Comfy, reversed, sound. Where the tree’s tears can hug me. I have lost all good sense, Or the bad just left me Well attended and hopeful

Connections

 She woke up another day having taken another sip of affection into her dreams Those eyes that told her more deeply than words could explain That hug in search of a momentary sanctuary to hold onto against the fears Even if love was not part of the plan their moments transcended and remained.   Connections are sometimes matter of a moment that last forever Becoming another layer of a hidden personality open up for an instant And she treasures in her mind every single pearl she got out that Would it be that difficult to put into words? That energy exchange will be part of her forever It is almost never something meaningless.   That reflection of affection is what could drain her every day Exchanges of energies that were in need of truth Why it is so difficult to be vulnerable, to be real?   And a lonely soul, broken just in part, came to hang A deep light of reality turned into dreams No need to close the eyes looking for wonders Dreams were now par

Yo voy primero

Imagen
Looking back at a black shadow That internally tried to melt, Passing unnoticed to most people, And when seen she would avoid problem Giving herself completely to other selves.   What is left of that grey soul long ago under sheet? Reborn happened from cracks and shouts, Crying for a different self, different life, Opening the eyes to a new welcome.   If selfish vision to internal need isn’t valued, A quick look back will turn her into thoughts, A storm of regretful voices will try to turn her down. A new day comes and with it another old layer gone.   What is left of a shut mouth and frightened mind? Wings in her brain along with her hands Creating a way to fight back and fighting a way out. Not a hide under the sheets of fantasy anymore, Nor a need for negation of herself of her wanting.   The fight will last shorter and direct her to the north, Always finding more paths towards her discovery: That land of virtues and treasures and enig

Arte contra el maltrato

Es fácil controlar cuando hacer a esa persona sentir pequeña. Puedes moldear sus pensamientos cuando le planteas que todo a su alrededor es peligroso. Y si no sabe tanto como quisiera y se siente impotente, usarás ese vacío para mantenerla a raya. Nunca será suficiente, sin importar lo mucho que se esfuerce. Es curioso como tanta gente (padres) pueden reflejar su falta de autoestima sobre otras personas más débiles, sintiéndose así líderes de títeres a su merced, ampliando su ego. Hoy miro a cómo el arte me ayudo a expresar lo que no me atrevía a decir en voz alta. Aún recuerdo tantos modos de expresar control y miedo a salir de esa zona de confort. Hasta que lo hice. Me escapé de ese maltrato psicológico. Pero ahora ese mensaje se queda en cierta parte en mí, dándome miedo a cada reto que se presenta. Encendiendo la llama del pánico cada vez que algo está fuera de lo usual o algo se avecina que es desconocido. Porque me han enseñado que el mundo es un lugar peligroso y q

Reason to be-like Zebras

  Why a zebra? Beauty is part of their pattern It just holds a lot of meanings for me Lines, cracks, a jail within But those stripes create also flows They shape their body They make them exotic and unique. Even if they try to hide in their group They are beautiful individually Even if they rather being part of a social bond Their unity makes them stronger against danger But their individuality makes them special when noticed.   From dark skin to light stripes.   An animal can tell a story It can symbolize our humanity The chosen enigma For a person who need a way out.   The Zebra is my animal identity Which one will you choose to speak for you?   Sunday 16/8/20

Hide and Seek

Imagen
  We hide ourselves in Art But what we discover in time is that we end up discovering ourselves: The most genuine version The one that feels vulnerable when seen. But what if uncovering you and expressing your stories You actually connect with more people than you thought?   We long for connection and the only way to find it is by being ourselves.   In my case, what it was an escape from reality turned into a need, A call for help from that whisper that needed to speak up, And by helping myself I turned around and saw the truth in people’s eyes. So when I portrait them I get all their energy, the intensity they feel. Seeing with other eyes through flesh and masks, through walls. It can be too much sometimes, Like penetrating in secret chambers. But in the end is enriching for me and for the person I see. That special connection I feel while creating it won’t go away Those feelings that person transmitted through their soul will remain In me, in the

Vessels of Creation

I have nothing else to give that my passion My purpose is my expression In the way I know better.   I have nothing left to hide anymore Pesimist may come and go But I won't let it sink me.   I will drink of my fears and I will turn it  into ideas that will safe me from despair of being afraid that I have nothing to offer.   Until I get back to my words and lines And I flow easily being driven by them Shutting my mind of shadows and self-doubt. And I remind me that need my creative self And I repeat me that only that way I can save me Release in the nature with pad and pens I will write about myself and draw my organic frame. I had the great luck and disgrace to be born this way. So when you disminish your path Think about you as a beautiful vessel That fills up with experiences and love Which will be needed to release of the fear Creating and connecting with other souls. We are more alike than we thought. So go there and let yourself be drawn Not into your fears but into your mind.

Let's be LOVE

Imagen
I write out of overwhelming feelings in a time when I cannot literally stop thinking of you. Did I go mad? Not the kind of crush-passion-toxic madness. This one is different. It brings me peace and a sense of steelness that it feels unreal, out of this world. As if I was speaking to me all the time, walking with me. But with you as part of that experience. Quiet at times, chatty at others. I don’t need to fill the gap of silence. I won’t speak if I don’t feel like because we both know that, at that moment, we will be just immerse in our visions and minds. Maybe as a way to shut our thoughts down for a while. And even if you are not here, you are present around. I miss you but I don’t need you as a toxic drug. I just feel really well when you are around and I will make sure I drink all of your essence, living intensely your presence. And we will be living at the edge in a quiet, passionate way. Does it make sense? I am literally trying to make it because it’s all new f

Y sin embargo

Imagen
El brillo en tus ojos habla de plenitud y admiración, Y sin embargo también alberga melancolía y cierta tristeza. Por lo que ha de venir o por lo que se fue con el devenir del tiempo. La sonrisa en tus labios me llena de confianza y ternura, Y sin embargo atisbo cierto temor a la soledad y desamparo Que no puede admitir en un momento de total interconexión. Y de repente te pierdo entre tus pensamientos, Y de súbito estás confortando mis hombros cuando me ausento, Y es entonces cuando nuestras mentes se unen de nuevo. Tu caricia me transporta a la necesidad de cariño y deseo, Y sin embargo también me pide a gritos protección y aceptación Ante una persona que huye y se acepta a partes iguales, Ante un pasado que ha desaparecido por un camino nuevo. Tus palabras me transportan a tu mundo secreto y especial Y sin embargo me llenan a la vez de angustia y oscuridad De experiencias fallidas y desesperación encontrada entre líneas, De no saber es