Emitte lucem et veritatem

Heavenly Lord of all mornings
Bring a star, goddess, moon or a new
To this old heart of sterling silver…

In my hand a bright flower
Steady, clear, white, charming…
In my thoughts only one question:

Will we see each other before the first evening star?

Certainty only one…
Life will not cease…





“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” - Kahlil Gibran





Listening to Cream – “White room”

Latet anguis in herba

I’m not good with wrong numbers,
With cynical made-up phrases,
Or false story’s morals…

I like what takes my breath away…

I worship the unlikely…

Crave for the almost impossible…

My heart remains free,
Although keeping a deeper love…

I have a pace that complicates me,
And a certain will that does not goes away,
A word that never sleeps…

Do you like a good challenge?
Try being in love with me…

I’m not an easy person,
I do collect my enemies,
Almost never available,
And my humor changes like the moon…

I’m easily bored by common places,
Nothing interests me in the day to day,
And I carry with my thoughts the “unrest”…

My pair of wings is always set…

Sometimes, late in the evening, I travel…
Not knowing what is up ahead…

And always looking for answers
That I cannot find in today’s mess…

Last night I lost a dream,
And with it all its tears and smiles…

But that’s the funny thing about life…

When we least expect, we overcome it…
And end up closer to be who we really are…





“(...) Cada uno acepta lo que va descubriendo de sí mismo en las miradas de los demás, se va formando en la convivencia, se confunde con el que suponen los otros y actúa de acuerdo con lo que se espera de ese supuesto inexistente.” - Juan Carlos Onetti.





Listening to Eddie Vedder – “Setting Forth”

In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello

All roads tread so we can see each other,
All the paths converge so you can find me,
I turn my senses for half-truths,
My full half cry of happiness…

Within any distance you can reach the other...
Through day and night we stand on the floor,
Details that just the heart can be alert to...

If you go, I stop,
If you do, I talk,
But only we, in a closed room,
Can feel the good taste of the opposite...

I don’t know, but I feel,
The only force that makes things.
I speak so I can hear the world,
The difference in the one way it beats...





"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect." -
Mark Twain





Listening to "Comfortably Numb" - Pink Floyd

Veritas numquam perit

I don’t like being a poet for a lapsed world
Also I’m not a fan of singing the future…

I’m always chained to life by looking at my companions.
They are taciturn people, but I have high hopes…

Among their presence, I consider the grandiosity of reality.
The present is so vast that it will not keep us apart.

Do not go too far away…
At the end of the day will be traveling hand by hand…

I’ll refuse to be a one women singer,
Of only one story…
I’ll not say any whispers in the evening,
Or be attached to a single view from a particular window.
I won’t be handling empty drugs or suicidal notes,
And definitely wont run away to your island
Or kidnapped by seraphim…

Time is my favorite subject, present time,
The present man, the present life…





“Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. “ – Voltaire





Listening to “Gimme Shelter” – Paul Brady & The Forest Rangers.

Ad astra per aspera

How many lives have we lived? Actually, the question should be different: How many lives are we living now? That’s up to us to decide…

There was always one question in my mind while I was growing up, and I do believe that this question has being around since the beginning of our civilization. The question is simple: “Where does life ends?” Or an even simpler question: “How can we know that something is gone?”

It goes back into a time where not even science reaches, and the one that reaches has thesis and conjectures that looks so much like fantasy and fiction that for the normal person they seem too random and evanescent.

But firstly to correct assert the question, or questions, we do need to step away from the idea that time can be measured, it simple can’t. We have created a formal convention, absolutely needed for society to develop its full potential, otherwise science couldn’t work, but at the same time we created a shadow, a fog curtain, that prevents ourselves of experiencing the true meaning and characteristic of time.

One could say that time do not exist yet. All references and conditions required to punctuate his path has not yet appeared for us, and those who live immersed in the lack of awareness of the all the passages and rites, in the past, present and future, and even death, to such an extent, are prisoners of a continuous present that prevents them from seeing before and after.

Another trick assumption created by our society, is the “reality” that surrounds everything that we are. Visible, touchable, that we can fully interact with, a marvelous conception that allowed, in the beginning, our survival while facing predators and the environment, but also that keep us from seeing the complete picture. And with reality came “memory”, just like machines, it helped protect us from danger, enable life in society and the most important feature to accumulate knowledge from the passage of culture from one generation to the other.

But all that is not life. Is just an illusion, a looking-glass that we, if wanted, can look straight trough it. Time, Reality and Memory are just concepts created by the human mind in order to make life in society feasible. But the Present ends up absorbing all that, in impressive eagerness to survive the vastness that surrounds that single moment. And this single moment is when Present consumes its own existence.

Time do not passes; it is just the present moment. Right know, in this single moment, while I write this text, is my first kiss, the sound of my grandfather playing the piano while I was playing with my brothers in the living room and is the first gaze of my mother that I can remember. We are all that we were, all that we are and that will be. Nothing has a end or a beginning, eternity is the Present, now I can live and experience everything that has being and will be.

Sometimes we are scared of this irrefutable truth. We always desire that all feelings, and specially love, stayed as they once were, in the moment that we all think it was perfect, but that is a trap created by Time, Reality and Memory. As we are always everything that was, is and will be we are in a constant metamorphosis, and following that, all feelings are changing in a never-ending process. Metamorphosis is necessity and who we are.

Nothing starts at birth and ends with death, or more generally, nothing has a start or an ending. We are made of everything that is stored in the world soul. We can never lose or be separated of an experience or a person; we will always be traveling in the same train, but in different cars. And as a real train, although I sometimes can not be with a person or experiences that are in different cars, I do know that they are there, I do know that they keep traveling with me, I do know that they will be always by my side, and most important, I know that they will always be part of my life…





"Friendship is refreshment and sweetness as we pass this way. There is no death. What seems so is transition. All that is beautiful and good and true in human life is no more affected by the shadow of death than by the darkness that divides today from tomorrow." Scottish Rite - Rose Croix Funeral Service.





Listening to Dizzy Gillespie - "On the Sunny Side of the Street"