Nullius In Verba
"A Nadie pertenezco, y a Todos; Antes de entrar, ya estabas aquí; quedarás aquí, cuando salgas."
jueves, 16 de julio de 2026
Mental Fantasy.
El paraíso perdido. El rey que empieza de cero a construir su castillo. Los planos en limpio, pero ya sin tiempo. El pasado existe pero está dejando de existir. Se acerca el final de la película, pero todo se planea como se hacía en el inicio, sin esperanza, pero sin humillación.
sábado, 9 de mayo de 2026
sábado, 19 de abril de 2025
No es nada malo, es que pasó una brisa...
Y nunca supe qué quería, qué buscaba, adónde se dirigía con tanta prisa. Solo sé que hoy quiero abrir la mano para no aferrarme, no anticipar, no temer. Detenerme y atender.
viernes, 10 de mayo de 2024
sábado, 16 de diciembre de 2023
Cervantes y la nova scientia
En el espacio entre mundos, Alonso Quijano pudo reencarnar en el siglo XXI. Con la promesa de no tratar de ser de nuevo un caballero andante y desengañado de la acumulación de riqueza, lee historias de científicos y quiere ser uno. No se da cuenta que para serlo necesita una casaca nada barata y que los molinos del capital lo aplastarán de nuevo.
martes, 31 de marzo de 2015
It's not about the bike
It's not about the road
A color, a smell, a noise, a bright or cloudy sky
It's the flash of reality seen from the inside
when flesh and bone take control.
It's not about the ride
the crowd, the casual sights, the chatting, the meal
But staying 5 or 6 hours alone with yourself
Until any inner conversation topic just be left.
It's about breathing going slower and deeper
knees and ankles forgetting its old frictions
as a warm elixir falls off from your chin
bounding all complexities of life
to the next pedal stroke.
It's about the shape of your back on it
bowed and still straight
An incessant plea to the everlasting road
that sets you free.
It's not about the bike
because it is about being yourself on it
at some point between heaven and road
and that's the whole point.
A color, a smell, a noise, a bright or cloudy sky
It's the flash of reality seen from the inside
when flesh and bone take control.
It's not about the ride
the crowd, the casual sights, the chatting, the meal
But staying 5 or 6 hours alone with yourself
Until any inner conversation topic just be left.
It's about breathing going slower and deeper
knees and ankles forgetting its old frictions
as a warm elixir falls off from your chin
bounding all complexities of life
to the next pedal stroke.
It's about the shape of your back on it
bowed and still straight
An incessant plea to the everlasting road
that sets you free.
It's not about the bike
because it is about being yourself on it
at some point between heaven and road
and that's the whole point.
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