Open Chronic

I will never love again if I have solitude as a companion. I think of her with jealousy of someone imaginary who could steal from her a sigh, her attention. She does not know that I exist and I die by cultivating this illusion. I wanted to narrow the time, because I think I can win her one day. Life wanders somewhere and this place is the immense night of poetry. I photograph the sun to remove the day, I hold the moon to ensure the night that brings me joy. But I know it takes more than a desire to turn the day into a night. I do not preach, then, my eyes so as not to lose it for a moment, since it is your presence that feeds me. Embrace it is a dream that knocks the emptiness, my arms are without presence, are my lips without pressure. Yet some day I still make this fantasy my religion.

The world has become a strange place. I've lost my way, I'm out of rhythm, I can not fit in. I'm not understanding the music, the swing, the beat. I can not put the details of the day in twenty four hours, the plan in twelve months, or life in perspective, on a horizon. I lost the harmony of time; I get in my way, I get sick. There are things left to do. The feeling of incompetence dominates me, accompanies me; It is a time that I do not dominate anymore and I ask myself: is it me or happens to everyone? I am the exception or I am the model caught in this crowd that as I move and advances desperately to fulfill an unknown mission. The years go by, there's a lot of tiredness, there's a lack of hair, there are frustrations left. I realize until technology has improved the body, but it has not relieved soul that to it has not yet adapted. This mismatch may explain the anguish; but it does not relieve the pressure of not being able to fit my...

I'm tired of judging people, of judging me. Now I want to share. To free myself from the isolated world, I want to invade the privacy of others, I want to participate in their lamentations, their doubts, their attachments. I want to meddle, get drunk on your dreams, hang on to your hopes, embrace your memories, get involved in your passions. Enough of just me, I want more, I want you, I want them, I want us. However great my desires are, they are not enough to fill my life. I need the smile, the look, the tenderness, the innocence of others. I need to see myself in the reflection of someone. I need to surrender myself to be able to create, to build. I have to play myself in the pursuit of cohesion, of meaning and reason, in the meeting of harmony, without it I am a loose link, a trace in the darkness, a faint twilight. Hand in hand, I perceive the world around me, feel the strength of people, concretize my existence. I'm not apart from humanity, I...

I'm tired of judging people, of judging me. Now I want to share. To free myself from the isolated world, I want to invade the privacy of others, I want to participate in their lamentations, their doubts, their attachments. I want to meddle, get drunk on your dreams, hang on to your hopes, embrace your memories, get involved in your passions. Enough of just me, I want more, I want you, I want them, I want us. However great my desires are, they are not enough to fill my life. I need the smile, the look, the tenderness, the innocence of others. I need to see myself in the reflection of someone. I need to surrender myself to be able to create, to build. I have to play myself in the pursuit of cohesion, of meaning and reason, in the meeting of harmony, without it I am a loose link, a trace in the darkness, a faint twilight. Hand in hand, I perceive the world around me, feel the strength of people, concretize my existence. I'm not apart from humanity, I'm...

Only yesterday I was a child and I saw the world the size of my house, and the vastness was my yard. When I began to dominate all this space, I realized that he had grown up, now they had the neighboring houses across the street, then the neighborhood and so I realized that despite knowing and dominating these spaces, they continued to grow and challenge me. At first it was interesting, the spaces brought other dimensions, Knowledge, Technology, Relationship, Values. , and I had time to accompany them. But the speed of expansion accelerated, shortening the world and eliminating time; what was simple became faster, but much more complex. Now I do it faster, but I have many more things to attend to; I'm suffocated by the routine ..... And the expansion remains indifferent to my limit. Then an anguish suddenly took me: how far, how long will these contours continue to push me? When will they be finished? Do I follow the routine or go around the boundary? Now grown up I see th...

To dream of day or to dream of night? The purposes are different. I prefer the night, the clarity changes the tone, changes the content. The closed eyes understand the soul that has no doors and no windows it is transparent, it sees the world and everything sees. Day dreams are more real and concrete and have more logic, and it creates an obligation of fulfillment and frustration if it does not.  In night dreams, ghosts, witches, elves, beings of the night, do not support the clarity, so they invade our thinking, when we are disconnected, asleep, to take us with them to an unexpected adventure. The figures of the night are more daring, they sing, dance, disappear, reappear and become characters that relieve our existence. They work our meanings, complement our anguish, suffer for us, rejoice as we do, get excited about us. At night fate does not persecute us, we are loose, there is no limit, censorship, constraint, nothing imposes, not even our will. We cry, we laugh, we groan, we ...