El tiempo

"Time is a tricky thing, because, you can't work your way around it". I told this to a friend of mine a couple of days ago when he was complaining about his vacation ending. It is true, it goes forward and nothing else, that's it. It makes some people miserable, like the Uncle Rico in Napoleon Dynamite who was obsessed with the past so much he even buys a fake time machine.

I love to do this lil' trick where I call my friends from other countries with different time zones, specially on New Year's and say Happy New Year. They either are in the next year or in the past year. It's like the only time, pun intended, you can fool the sequence of time and be within two years at the same time, through a phone call.

We can't change that fact that the past will never come back or could be change, we all learned from it and the future is still filled with possibilities, good or bad.

T.

Tania is a poetic terrorist

I rather not share but I will. I shared this with a friend, told him as a warning " I liked it when I wrote it but now I think it's pathetic. He said (something among these lines) "Nothing that you write, about what you feel is pathetic, it is true in the moment you wrote it because you felt it, it was real". Maybe he is right.
Gracias Ingo.

Spanish

Siento un vacío, un espacio con viento entre mi corazón y pulmn, y a veces pienso que lo toco, un vacío un hoyo. Una desesperacion, un dolor, como cuando quieres llorar y no puedes, porque lo aguantas hasta que se va, como aguantar el calor de un casi orgasmo que lo aguantas tanto que se va y se voló. Ya los sentimientos no son ¿porque lloras cuando otros lloran y no por tu propia razón?Y quiero tocar tu mano, quiero sentir tu calor pero estoy fría, fría y no es la hemoglobina, en un espacio con viento entre mi pulmón y mi corazón.

Mi bou read it and asked me "Does this mean you have no love to give?"
I never answered, but I didn't because I did have.