Dream 451

En ese momento, Gabo me miró a través de sus inmensas gafas y con sus dedos señalándome el discurso impreso de aquél político de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, dijo: "Es un pésimo orador. El problema es que sus palabras sólo se entienden hacia adelante, pero no hacia atrás."

4 de Julio

Hoy los que siempre habían bajado los brazos, los sostuvieron en medio de los vientos.
Renunciaron a su memoria, a la identidad que cargaban como un lastre.
En la penumbra de las dudas, solo siguieron adelante.
La euforia pasa, la alegría se torna rutinaria.
Pero el recuerdo del valor colma la memoria en las horas de tinieblas.

Day (3)

Más sorpresivo que el día 1

Con más sabor a rutina que el día 2.

Él no lo vio venir. 

Pero lo hizo todo para que así ocurriera.

Como Rahab de Jericó

una mañana escuchas el rumor de tus muros

desmoronándose

Y solo puedes sonreír.

Nadie te puede despedir de este trabajo

aunque renuncies a él cada tanto.

De vuelta a la dulce convalecencia

de esperar 

para desear la siguiente espera.

ChD.

Director's Cut

Fuck you.
Fuck you and your heroic working class stories told in a fancy bar
showing off your country's miseries to make you look great.
Pretending you do not like the life you have provided yourself with big effort.
Fuck the dreams you have left away to make room to your class-passing fetish.

Fuck the academy and everyone on it:
Who only cares to get sold to the higher price.
Who sells what cannot be sold.
Who thinks the client will be always right whenever funding does afford.
Fuck who offers her expertise to approve crap
sinking in the comfy couch of her ivory tower
saying: "we cannot have something better now, but we are still working on it".
Fuck who rebels only for his own needs, bribing with becoming a mercenary.
Fuck people trying to make honest reviews and editors selecting material for them
at the same time they want to figure out who wrote the paper.
Fuck the significance test-fishers who get the butter in their tables making scientific methods
meaningless.
Fuck academic feudalism supported by masters and servants who just want to be protected
from the horrific outside world.
Fuck who put her feet on somebody she respects as soon as she can, just to keep her status intact.
Fuck applied solutions' sellers who contributes to rot inside the whole thing,
sweep under the carpet what smells until it starts to stink.
Fuck who thinks he's better than the system just because he points out its mistakes
from tenure heights where he arrived stepping on the same dirty stairs.
Fuck who hides his prejudice where liberal thinking is the mainstream,
just because it is the place where nobody would search for them.
Fuck the "society's watchtower" disguise of academy, still alive just because society is too lazy to look
its putrid basements.

Fuck your goal of becoming a necessary disease who everybody clap.
Fuck you, selling your friend for a pinch of feeling of power.

Winter

I did not come to carry away your winter
To tell you how great summer is going to be.
Life is a leaf, but it does not make you a wind.
You know the way that always get us here.
Nowhere.
Please feel at home.

09-08-2013

So yes, you're done.
You've chosen to be one of those ghosts
that yourself used to worship
(which is another way to say
you hated them secretly).
It could be your last chance
to admire that declining face
on a turbid pond's reflection.

Cowardice

"I am astounded whenever I finish something. Astounded and distressed. My perfectionist instinct should inhibit me from finishing: it should inhibit me from even beginning. But I get distracted and start doing something. What I achieve is not the product of an act of my will but of my will's surrender. I begin because I don't have the strenght to think; I finish because I don't have the courage to quit. This book is my cowardice."

Fernando Pessoa