Jagged Mountain
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How to Know Whether You Should Leave
I write this as I explore my own pain. I hide and use repetition. I am somewhere that does not welcome growth and reeks of envy. A place stuck in mud. It does not inspire me to be at my best, to express myself through color and style. It instructs you to be like the…
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Midnight Blue
The masked individual is a faceted crystal, as he spins, a game of light and reflection, color and shadow remind the beholder he can never be known. There is a blue labyrinth as a stage today, his long black cape sways effortlessly in special agreement with the space that holds him, a long hallway with…
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Warning Signs
I wish I could book an empty city to cry in, I felt some peace in my late afternoon walk, I admit I felt rejection at the sight of others, I felt like a hermit leaving his cave. Today, all day, I have been wanting to be gone. To be deleted like a simple paragraph,…
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World Alone
Here is some thoughts in no particular order. Some cities are mirages, “You have been walking for too long without any food or water, traveller. There is shapes contorting, ahead and all around you, they may or may not try to engage you, whatever you choose to do, avoid attacking them, they don’t know what…
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A Projected Image
I lie awake, knowingly alone, uncomfortable in this bed, restless. I switch off the light. My senses download a memory past three in the morning. It’s a wound, that of an animal. I can smell it, so close to me that I can see the sheen of the fur upclose, the different length in hair…
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Walk + Masks
Got nowhere to go? Nothing to do? Are you living with the black dog? Walk with me. Get your backpack, or purse. Get your phone or leave it. Lets go grab a coffee. You will see the inhabitants everywhere you go… they pretend to be busy, they are good at this. And you, you have…
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Simulation Theory
I dont think there is any inhabitants here. When I close my door, beyond these walls, how would I know? How can I distinguish what is real? How can we at any given time know for sure that what we are experiencing is not a delusion? How can we be sure that our senses are…
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El Veredicto
El rechazo del ser. Escena en la corte donde despiertas en un espacio entre hombres serios, uno de ellos toma el estrado y de su boca teje un discurso brutal hacia tu persona, alza el puño hacia los frescos de la corte, apuntando la musculatura de los hombres dibujados en el techo, te distraen los…
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Un Bosque de Pinos
Para algunos de nosotros, el suicidio es el escenario más palpable. Es el humo de un avión en picada, y su explosión silenciosa mientras se estrella por un paisaje indebido… es el peor escenario antes que éste ocurra, es la persona desviando la mirada por un instante, antes de una tragedia. Y así divisamos escena…
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Color
No se como ocurrió, pero lo agradezco, lo agradezco… Eso debe realmente divertir a quienes nos observan a los de antaño, o a los vecinos experimentalistas, a criaturas, a sintientes, a los multidimensionales. Ya que con un flechazo bastó para quererlo para mí, y sufro con la distancia, sufro no poder comunicarme como acostumbre a…
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