Tuesday, May 20, 2008

¿Dónde se abandonan los escépticos?

Es difícil vivir. Aceptar y asumir la responsabilidad de nuestra propia vida –todo el tiempo-, de nuestros actos y nuestras decisiones, del efecto que éstas tienen en lo que nos rodea. Necesitamos descansar, desconectar, abandonarnos, delegar esa responsabilidad, o al menos una parte de ella, en otros. No pensar, no decidir, no asumir consecuencias.

Pensar en uno mismo equivale a cuestionarse y cuestionarse es agotador.

Los creyentes delegan en Dios, los ateos en el zodíaco, ¿y los escépticos?, ¿dónde se abandonan los escépticos?


/Cosas para llorar en seco/

Friday, September 07, 2007

what about me?

We use cushions to cover happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has
a c c i d e n t a l b a b i e s

Friday, August 31, 2007

how sick of me
must you be
by now
while you're standing just outside
of what your pride will allow
always reaching into yourself
to find a new way to understand me
when i'm sure that there's no one else
in the world
who could withstand me

Thursday, August 23, 2007


Now
you are near,
now
you are here,
I
don't know
what to do
with me.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Happy and sad and back again
I'm not crying now too much.
I think about you all the time,
It's strange and hard to deal
I think about you lying there,
and those blanket's lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold,
Nothing moves or even smiles,
I've been thinking some of suicide,
but there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss;
Every kiss you wasted bad.
I think the thing you said was true
I'm gonna die alone and sad.


/Ryan Adams. Dear Chicago/
Más raro fue aquel verano que no paró de nevar.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Ni con cola

Anochece, deliro, me arrepiento
desentono, respiro, te apuñalo,
compro tabaco, afirmo, dudo, miento,
exagero, te invento, me acicalo.

Acelero, derrapo, me equivoco,
nado al crowl, hago planes con tu ombligo,
me canso de crecer, m e c o m o e l c o c o,
cara o cruz, siete y media, sumo y sigo.

Juego huija, me aprieto las clavijas,
me enfado con el padre de mis hijas,
abuso del derecho al pataleo.

Resbalo, viceverso, carambola,
este verso no pega ni con cola,
me disperso, te olvido, te deseo.


Maestro Joaquín