Marte
Hey Mars, it’s been a long time.
We are mase-puzzle.
There is a certain wilderness within anything outspoken
The sum of steps going on cold, out of mere and real improvisation, the prosa that life really is…
And even if we feel like we are sketching something, that’s all it really is, a sketch.
A prelude to a nonexistent symphony.
There’s no singing, there’s no dreaming. This is planet earth, no body’s in denial. Not now, not later, not ever. Salute, Call, Acute, Rejoice, Yield. Melt, Eject, Lose, Ignite, Sue, Supply, Abduct. Friend of mine. You scare me.
There is no try. Either do or do not.
A perfect place to wonder
Shades of Blue
Promesas
Is in the struggle to keep the promises where we find the real lesson.
Cuerpos de agua
The sum of the little things ultimately matters much more than the big things.