November 19, 2011

Moon vs Sun

Open your eyes with your bleeding hands.
Observe your surroundings, smell the scent of death.
Bring your head up, don't look down into these empty lands.
The land that holds us down into a maze of needles and pain.
Catastrophe.
Walk fast, looking into the sky
The small stars that follow you every night are guiding you
To a place filled with questions and lonely remarks.
This is your heaven, smile and keep walking.
Turn around.
The sky shines bright, the sun researches the soil below your feet.
Remember the time you were born
The time you first cried
When you felt all alone in an empty hole.
That time you got betrayed.
The time someone broke you apart.
The first time you cried and smile at the same time.
The first time you felt human enough to talk.

I Can Help It....

Listening to Untitled Frysta by Sigur Ros.

I'm a square, a dot, a molecule smaller than air.
My brain occupies a big part of my body.
My nerves control my thoughts and affiliations.
Currently, my hands are shaking to the rhythm of the music.
My eyes close to the inner beatings of my heart.
Control everywhere, everything is being controlled.
Why do we have freedom if we can't free ourselves?
What is freedom anyways? Aren't we free already?
We don't have strings pulling us or telling us to stay.
We are slaves to money and commodity.
Fighting for freedom is like fighting over a dead dream.
Refugees and rich classes gather together to survive.
I can help anything around me when you are not around.
Stop being scared. Time passes by fast when you think.
Let the waters heal you with its force and resentment.
Open your mouth while you scream loud enough to make you faint.
Fall down into the earth.
Bond, commit, suicide.
Try to define what's good and bad.


November 15, 2011

The Boy Who Can't Cry

Did I ever told you the story of the boy who wanted to cry but couldn't?
His name was Hendrix, and he was only 11 years old. His skin was white as snow, and his phisique was still developing.
He was a very happy person, I never thought he would ever feel sadness in his life. Everytime he lost a pet he would always say : "Why is it that my friends at school cry when they see a dead lizard, but when I see death... I can't ever shed a tear?"
I replied : "You don't know the meaning of death and its significance to understand why is sad, that's probably why kid..."

As he grew older, Hendrix learned about science, language, and Math. He was very good at solving puzzles and mystery stories, his hobby was to design house structures and decorations.

When he turned 21, Hendrix got a Starfish from his mother June. June was an amazing woman, she was gentle and caring with her son, she was also a single mother who only devoted her life to community work. She helped in animal shelters and was a spoke person for pets in danger.
Hendrix decided to name his starfish "Sky". Everytime he came from college he would talk to Sky, see how he interacts in his habitat, and how he responded to different sounds.

On his 25th birthday, Hendrix went to South Africa to do community work as his birthday present. Hendrix stayed there for a week, helping feed homeless children and teaching them how to build houses. He loved his work, he also loved spending time with children. Hendrix brought with him a picture of his mother, and a picture of Sky. He would talk about his mother and his pet to the children, even though most of them didn't know a word he was saying.
After his week in Africa, Hendrix came back to his apartment in New York City. The morning was full of rain and strong winds. His apartment was not even dirty, it seemed like someone had cleaned it very well. Before he left to Africa he paid a maid to come clean his house and see Hendrix.

As soon as he opened his bedroom door he went to check on Sky. He noticed that his aquarium was empty and cleaned, with a note saying "Sorry about this, I'll repay the damages done to the starfish inside your aquarium, but I accidentally sprayed Windex and residues went inside, I threw away the starfish in the the toilet. Have a good day."

It was the summer of June, June 21st to be more exact. At 3:20pm, I received a call from Hendrix. I remember clearly that I was doing the dishes so I could go to the bookstore accross the street from me.
"Hello." I said.
"It's raining outside."
"Yeah, I noticed... How was your trip in Africa? Your mom is going to come over your place later."
"It was fulfilling... Nothing crazy or great."
"You sound... Are you ok? Is the weather making you uncomfortable?"
"Nah... The maid killed Sky."
"I'll call your mom right now." I said grabbing my cellphone from my nightstand.
"No... I just wanted to tell you that... It's finally raining inside my apartment."
"Huh? Is the ceiling fucked up?"
"No... Is raining in my apartment... Lucy, is raining and is rain tears are dropping on my shirt."
"I think you've learned... You've finally let the storm set into your footsteps."
"Mhmm...."