A Vision

Found no better way to say what i think about this day and age than with the words of Simon Armitage...
(thanks to the few people that make this life worth living and this world a better place)

A Vision

The future was a beautiful place, once.
Remember the full-blown balsa-wood town
on public display in the Civic Hall.
The ring-bound sketches, artists’ impressions,
blueprints of smoked glass and tubular steel,
board-game suburbs, modes of transportation
like fairground rides or executive toys.
Cities like dreams, cantilevered by light.
And people like us at the bottle-bank
next to the cycle-path, or dog-walking
over tended strips of fuzzy-felt grass,
or motoring home in electric cars,
model drivers. Or after the late show -
strolling the boulevard. They were the plans,
all underwritten in the neat left-hand
of architects - a true, legible script.
I pulled that future out of the north wind
at the landfill site, stamped with today’s date,
riding the air with other such futures,
all unlived in and now fully extinct.

the hollow

call me what u will, now i will say what i feel

first of all i hate this feeling, this pain in my chest and the hole its digging in me!
i don't know if im a masochist and like to drown in my own misery or im just plain stupid!

why did i open my mouth? just to make me feel worse?

now, lets go back a little bit... just a scene or two, not much has happened since then...

ok, this girl, i didn't know her so much, why did i trust her? i did things so unlike me, i wanted to change myself, to be someone different, fix what was not broken, no, not broken, utterly destroyed, pulverized! IT CANT BE FIXED!!! and thats what makes me who i am... we are all broken somehow, something we wish we could change but... anyways im going out of my way here... where was i? o yes... i trusted her and i don't even know why... maybe i just wanted 2 feel like someone liked me again... good plan that one, well at least now i know one more person i need to keep an eye on...

i tend to leave things unfinished, dont know if this will be an exception or not... but its late... night

ps: i know ill miss this "stupid ache" but right now its just killing me

In my own world

whats been going on with my life lately? well... thats a question i ask to myself everyday.
im deep into my studies... well, not actually studies since its graphic design... more like into my drawings...

I've been trying to develop these characters, each one with their own traits and different personalities, i want them to be alive, to feel and think for them selfs (which would actually mean that I'm insane, but who cares, right?)and to be able to react in different situations without me having to think to much about it (or none at all)

lately i feel like i've been drawn to much to this world i want to create, i have to get out and forget about it for a while...

and then...

there was a time we were all happy
a more peaceful time, without hate o war
tiempos en los que la vida era mas sencilla
y los problemas eran insignificantes
tiempos en los que la inosencia no era solo un recuerdo
y la palabra sexo no estaba ligada a pedofilia, violacion o sodomía
tiempos en los que la virginidad era mas un estado mental que fisico
y nuestros suenios no eran un aston martin o un ferrari
...

and then there was money...

i do...

"u probably never come here anymore... everyone has a facebook now... anyways... i miss u, we dont talk that much now, and i know its really my fault, estoy en parciales y todos son proyectos y disenios, por eso no te veo por aki, me la paso dibujndo y cuando estoy en la pc es usando photoshop...

anyways... i miss u, and the way u are, and the way we talk, and ur smile, even if i cant see it... strange i know... but who cares... i miss u."

one more sad tale....

"-yo is that black magic?
-no, thats Black Nigga Nigga magic"
the commoner
D.M. Ronny C.

"D.M. stands for death minister."
D.M. Ronny C.

you were one of us, the best in each one of us, and as much as we hate to admit that you're gone its something we all have to accept... you will be missed...

this is not the end of a story, its just the beginning of a legend...

RIP

I'm sorry...

I met you a long time ago, but I've only known you for a few days now... its strange how things happen, its even more strange how some things don't.

Right now I'm feeling guilty, i think I've done something wrong... ok, let me re-phrase that... i didn't do something, and not doing it felt wrong, even if i had my reasons.

anyways... I'll try hard not to let u down... again...

........................................

bout the x-mas post....

strange, this one wasnt that bad, i just went out with some friends and drank a lot =P
yes, i felt alone most of the time, but wile it lasted being "drunk" saved me =D