Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Doing Things

They can say I can do so much,
but the important thing is that I can do SOMETHING.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Thanking the Ungrateful

I don't talk of vengeance or forgiveness, forgetfulness is the only vengeance and the only pardon.

Jorge Luis Borges

Yo no hablo de venganzas ni perdones, el olvido es la única venganza y el único perdón.

Jorge Luis Borges

Wednesday, August 01, 2007


Makes you glow, makes you smile;
That which irradiates a pleasant constant grin; HiPpIEcHicK.

.>Result too bright to display.

Made up of the most heartfelt stuff you've ever come across.
It comes to you.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007


Tears, softens then hardens.
Eyes, the window to the soul.
Dreams, the window to enlightenment.
Smile, the inner shine.

The principles.


and Heart.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Fan #1

Lo admito, soy fan...

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

think it well, dwell on it (what comes arround goes arround)

You are to Me...
(Picture it, Picture me...)
...what he is to You.
(Look at your self, look back..)
I'm such a nice guy I'll break it down:
see yourself how you see him,
and you'll see how I see you.

I'm not ok,
but I'll get over it,
I'll be fine,
because I made a choice,
the one I didn't want to take.
So if you ever make the other choice I wished you'd take,
it'll be too late...
don't even bother,
it would take a miracle for you to have me back.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Redefining Oneself... (How to) Revisited

0.5 Find oneself
1. Fight oneself
2. Destroy oneself
3. Reconcile with oneself
4. Love oneself
5. Rebuild oneself
6. Incubate oneself
7. Work oneself
8. Free oneself
9. and on...


Of the deep.

The Deep is a scary thing because anyone can get lost in it.
However, the venturous few that navigate at will often find treasure.
Only those who take the risk of the immensity of solitude and awe,
those who remember the way back, have the light to navigate the black.
Winds and currents of despair are abound, best not to frail or wain.
I will honestly confess, I'm not afraid. On this I briefly dwell,
for all is left is to find back my way.
Phantom halls of pleasure and comfort, they demand a large toll to take.
Yet, all this pressure seems to wake sentiment and split reason.
I feed on my self, and I say what needs to be said.
This drive, this movement, this light, this sentiment...
One has to die to live again.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Out of me.

Out of sync, out of the loop, out of the box, out the blue, out of nowhere.
Out of me.. it's been a long time, since I felt something hard and deep, emotions, I can't remember but somehow resonate in what I see. Blinding step only to wait to fall forward, but better to have tried than to have been waiting at the edge.
There is a part of me that will always miss the touch, but I don't mind. Like when a breeze comes your way and wipes you on the face, then you turn and look. Hey, what's that, that I see? the horizon. It's been interesting to learn to do things my way, and while it flakes and shudders so, it grows strong and chains bind me no more. To forsake, the last pardon and the only revenge. Heh.. Of those things burned into my core. Lines of code that make the new concurrent threads that make me engage so. Ebb and flow, thank you words. Out I go.