im staring at my jumping shoes,
laces tied and all..
im looking at your jumping shoes..
ready to shorten and maximise...
i say we jump in,
seal it all with a kiss,
and get lost...
then,
like a cat dragged in from the rain,
go back out,
and do it all over again...
wake up.. sweet smell of coffee..
i dont drink any, of course,
i just like the smell..
i pass through the kitchen..
it's loaded with fruits, milk,
toast, juice...
i dont eat breakfeast,
but it sure looks nice...
i look at the window..
yup... someone's trying to
bulldoze through my house today..
i pick up my coffee mug
(for looks)
and stare at the window...
a morning like any other...
dentro de mi cabeza hay movimiento,
mis ojos te visten,
tus pies con zapatos de mi memoria,
tus piernas con faldas de papel,
te peino,
te despeino...
juego con el tiempo,
giro la bola,
y el tiempo retrocede...
te despeino,
te peino,
tus piernas tienen faldas de papel,
tus pies, zapatos de mi memoria,
mis ojos.. te desvisten,
dentro de mi cabeza hay movimiento.
he wears red pants,
he jumps up n' down,
he's my favorite plumber.
Mario. (Live re-enactment included)
dates and updates,
cross my gates,
i share my events,
for less than 2 cents!
(button will permanent on the lower right corner)
im chatting in tabs,
in a client inside more tabs,
im chatting outside tabs,
checking my mail,
tuning my calendar,
reading my stuff,
glancing at news...
im listening to mp3s,
working on another pc,
im programming on more than 6 tabs,
taking notes on two programs,
all with my left hand....
apparently i suffer from N.A.D.D
and i already had C.P.A.,
i think i have a serious case of tech disease....
“Conversation is more than the sum of the words. It is
also a way of signaling the importance of another person by
showing your willingness to give that person your rarest
resource: time. It is a way of conveying respect. Conversation
reminds us that we are part of a greater whole, connected in
some way that transcends duty or bloodline or commerce.
Conversation can be many things, but it can never be useless.”
-God's Debris* by Scott Adams (of Dilbert fame)
Sun enter's the window, touches the skin,
creates a smile, when text read speaks,
when it says thoughts you entertain.
thoughts that guide you.
Thoughts of incredible simplicity,
yet unavoidably important relevance.
cruzo una chica, y sin ser mi cumpleaños,
me envolvio una sonrisa y me la regalo.
su regalo me encanto tanto que se lo devolvi.
i got my jumping shoes on,
dont change your name,
keep it the same.
in case i may loose you again.
i said i'd jump,
and i already got my shoes...
im taking a sock,
my favorite one.
im taking some words,
well crafted ones.
im putting the words in,
filling the sock.
im going to aim real good,
closing my right eye.
and smack you real hard,
with my sock full of words.
words already yours.
as i leave..
one smile...
one look...
one kiss...
you kiss...
you look...
you smile...
two laughs,
two looks,
what's missing?
por una hora para flotar,
por dos horas para gozar,
por tres horas para bailar,
por cuatro horas para cantar,
por cinco horas para reir,
por seis horas para brincar,
por siete horas para nadar,
por ocho horas para correr,
por nueve horas para comer,
por diez horas para brillar,
por once horas para dormir,
por doce horas para soñar....
y si quieres,
por mas de doce horas,
muchas mas,
te compro.
aprete mi gabardina,
hacia frio...
el vapor de la calle ya no me calentaba,
la chica a mi lado tenia hielo en sus venas,
iba a ser una de esas noches....
caminabamos buscando refugio,
tambien un cigarro,
para ella... yo sufro de cancer en los zapatos.
vimos un callejon oscuro y misterioso,
por razones que no entiendo,
decidimos cruzar a...
always beside us,
always silent,
even when we speak.
i like the way they inclines against our bodies,
as if wanting to touch them,
yet never reaching them.
i watch how the light plays with our chins,
how our silhouettes dance,
as if hinting we should be dancing too....
when the lights go out..
i think about where my shadow goes...
who is it dancing with?
is it you?
This weekend i met something.
It's name was hulk,
not the green guy.
a different hulk.
It used to be green,
but it tried to be blue.
It talked to it's red friend,
but got no response.
All he got was a lousy aqua.
Maybe that's what superheros are,
blue people that try real hard to be green.
I'd offer you my cape if i were blue...
meanwhile, all i can do is try.
No estaba durmiendo,
pero me desperte.
unas palabras dulces,
una risa que conocia,
alguien que extrañaba.
el cansancio que tenia,
salio a tomar un cafe.
me dio un tiempo a solas,
acompañado por una voz.
pasaron horas en mi cabeza,
y al final el cansancio volvio.
me dijo algo del clima,
aparentemente llovia.
No estaba durmiendo,
sin embargo, soñe.
hummm.. i gotta say "val", you used to be nice... whatever happened to that?!
id be you, i wouldnt look under my bed tonight `cursing gestures`
Para que no se sienta tan negativo, vamos aponer 7 cosas que no me gustaria para nada que me hagan (contrario a cosas que odio).
i have a secret in my pocket.
someone told me i should keep it.
one day i decided to play with it,
in my room, where noone would see.
another day i took it out for a walk,
dressed in shoes of truth,
so no-one would get curious.
he told me many try to attack him,
with fists of lies,
and that once,
he bleed,
a few drops of red and painfull doubt,
nothing more.
now i dont let people touch my secret.
i play with it, put on his shoes.
and wait...
ay ay.. chain-blogging.. si se pega el termino, i want to cash in on it!
aqui van cinco cositas, y luego los cinco... "selecionados" que tienen que seguirlo..
25 cosas que me hagan feliz es creo el chain-blog este....
`you hear random cursing directed at val`
in a typical scene from Calvin n Hobbes ,
last night i peeked under by bed,
as i slowly tried to face the floor,
i asked (in a trembling voice, although ill never admit it)
(except now..)
"Are there any monsters under my bed tonight?"
after a small moment's hesitation,
a deep, gurgling voice came up,
"no, we're not here".
"We?!" -i said
