So turn it up and burn it
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head Where the birds can not
sing along
BIG BANG BABY, Stone Temple Pilots
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head Where the birds can not
sing along
BIG BANG BABY, Stone Temple Pilots
Below is a poem. Hopefully it will be read by many. Legitimate desire for the first time has little to do with vanity. With the image of the poet who writes. With the dark desire for recognition. Not this time. This time he has to do with other spirits. Other spirits. Other electromagnetic fluctuations related to the certainty of someone who has been found. Of who has finally found. STOP THE SEARCH. Best start in life for once. Do you understand this feeling alive for the first time in 27 years as a result of having found that trap rather tortuous who searches and searches with no intention to get to something in particular? ( found a beautiful neighborhood where not discriminate against raided / because we have all found says musician-poet beautiful Redolar Mauricio (Chile (live Chile, dammit)) in its beautiful and sad poem Barrio Bello).
never happened to me. I know. I feel old. The rest of the other years had lived a life but latently. There was suspicion that life could not be reduced to what, we all hate: The conditioning. Sociocultural order imposed from other areas. Injustice at all levels. The historical imbalance. The need to fight. To sheathe the sword for the sake of causes existentialists. The gun for the sake of liberation. The blank for the sake of sense. The company in the interests of new and modern dictatorships. Everyone has their reasons of defense. That is, each person feels attacked by different (as different as the vast qualities of the universe) reasons.
"But we are all innocent," he says in a poem out there that no one has yet written. But certainly the picture that results from all of this matrix is \u200b\u200bbleak. Best abandoned. Best left to program. Best dedicated to creating wealth to consume (consumption goods and consume ideas, anyway) and postpone the face-to-face with the real . With the insane.
Although not always the case. At some point you get the option to choose something else. Another method. Another perspective. Some call it mind correction. Other Holy Spirit. Other Anacentrismo. Other counteranalysis. Other Quantum Physics. Other awareness. Others simply call it love (where love resides? I believe lives in the knowledge, I believe that living in unity, identity, in original sin also known as Big-Bang). It is my personal time to meet. Forgive me when I do not know how to express in better terms. Sometimes it is easier to talk about these issues. Especially since I avoid at all costs to be confused with new-age language with intellectual language with religious language, with language scientist. Has nothing to do with this. While certainly any of these areas serves as a gateway.
Ah, Cortázar. I know that in general is frowned refer to terms Cortázar if not narrative or philosophical or literary discourse but, seeing it as a writer becomes aburridón, but as a human being all the time is alluding to the meeting, damn it a magician, a powerful man who has hooked many of us because it helps us to validate our suspicion metaphysics, our disagreement with certain structures which aberrant molds grow from boys. Ah, Cortázar. Ah, beautiful Maga, how good it feels to have found you. I will not be conceited. Enjoy you prefer the way who is allowed to flow through love.
Below is a poem. Hopefully it will be read by many. Legitimate desire for the first time has little to do with vanity. With the image of the poet who writes. With the dark desire for recognition. Not this time. This time he has to do with other spirits. Other spirits. Other electromagnetic fluctuations related to the certainty of someone who has been found.
never happened to me. I know. I feel old. The rest of the other years had lived a life but latently. There was suspicion that life could not be reduced to what, we all hate: The conditioning. Sociocultural order imposed from other areas. Injustice at all levels. The historical imbalance. The need to fight. To sheathe the sword for the sake of causes existentialists. The gun for the sake of liberation. The blank for the sake of sense. The company in the interests of new and modern dictatorships. Everyone has their reasons of defense. That is, each person feels attacked by different (as different as the vast qualities of the universe) reasons.
"But we are all innocent," he says in a poem out there that no one has yet written. But certainly the picture that results from all of this matrix is \u200b\u200bbleak. Best abandoned. Best left to program. Best dedicated to creating wealth to consume (consumption goods and consume ideas, anyway) and postpone the face-to-face with the real . With the insane.
Although not always the case. At some point you get the option to choose something else. Another method. Another perspective. Some call it mind correction. Other Holy Spirit. Other Anacentrismo. Other counteranalysis. Other Quantum Physics. Other awareness. Others simply call it love (where love resides? I believe lives in the knowledge, I believe that living in unity, identity, in original sin also known as Big-Bang). It is my personal time to meet. Forgive me when I do not know how to express in better terms. Sometimes it is easier to talk about these issues. Especially since I avoid at all costs to be confused with new-age language with intellectual language with religious language, with language scientist. Has nothing to do with this. While certainly any of these areas serves as a gateway.
Ah, Cortázar. I know that in general is frowned refer to terms Cortázar if not narrative or philosophical or literary discourse but, seeing it as a writer becomes aburridón, but as a human being all the time is alluding to the meeting, damn it a magician, a powerful man who has hooked many of us because it helps us to validate our suspicion metaphysics, our disagreement with certain structures which aberrant molds grow from boys. Ah, Cortázar. Ah, beautiful Maga, how good it feels to have found you. I will not be conceited. Enjoy you prefer the way who is allowed to flow through love.
Below is a poem. Hopefully it will be read by many. Legitimate desire for the first time has little to do with vanity. With the image of the poet who writes. With the dark desire for recognition. Not this time. This time he has to do with other spirits. Other spirits. Other electromagnetic fluctuations related to the certainty of someone who has been found.
