Let's start over

Love, as pain, is like a finely crafted veil
the more you get stuck into the details
the more you see trough yourself

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.

10-05-24

A esto hemos llegado.

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.

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.

Red Rooster

Based on Bukowski's Bluebird.

There's a bluebird in my heart,
and a red rooster under my skin.
The rooster says to the bird:
"Stay here, Stand your ground
Don't make a mess, don't touch the dirt!
And don't let dirt touches you.

I am not as strong as you weak
But I'm not afraid to bleed
I'm going to take your place at fistfights.
I know what are you thinking, bluebird:
'You are just a rooster,
brave until the last feather
fragile as the most solid of your bones.'
I don't know why this drive owns me
to take care of you:
so inmortal, so vulnerable, so blue
But I'm here just as you are.

Unlike you, I get older, I get scars
Sometimes I get high with anger and despair
When you are not watching me.
You are always inside your warm stickerbrush
Singing the same song at different colors and pitches
As if you're asking to be predated.
Thank god, I'm somehow unaffected by your spells.

One of these days, you're gonna get me
in a fucking big trouble
-crows the rooster, like warning itself-
So please never forget there is only a rooster
among you and the outside world."

And the rooster -as the Raven- never fleeting
Shake its wings, showing them up
knowing its fate is not to fly. Just to fight.
It doesn't wait for praise or redemption. Or even love.
Just go around and crows
keeping one of my eyes
wide open.

ChD.