Ser es la plenitud de la persona.

expresar tu carácter es ser tu mismo.

expresarte

"deliver me courage to guide me"

i.....

i wish i could express myself. i wish i could find my own rail of expression. i wish, one day, i come to arrive in the path of myself...

The day started cold and shivery, the sign of rain was present at the windshield of the vehicle. What had seemed eight years ago as usual weather, today it made a difference. As I made my way through the crowded streets of the lovely city of Juarez, full of potholes, I came to arrive at my waiting destination. It seemed a typical day while crossing the border at the Santa Fe international bridged. While getting near the checkpoint a sudden pause was made by the custodians who guard the border. Suddenly, they all close the lanes of the cars as well as the pedestrians. It came to my mind “a bomb threat”. More than 50 agents stood still facing a flag that represents our nation. They all stood silent in front of the flag-pole. The border closed for 5 minutes and the mourning that eight years ago was felt, once more made its way through every corner of this vast nation, the US. I saw the flag go half-staff and the meaning of being an American was shown in the deep of my eyes. During the five minutes the bridge was crowded and the only noise that was heard was that of the wind hitting the flag. Our Nation weeps. Our Nation stands strong for In God We Trust….

through all

Dreams let us reach the sky and tap the star that we thought unapproachable. Hope is vital for dreams to be accomplished. This idea might seem irrelevant to the world that we live in as it is surrounded by a deep skepticism. Men that have accomplished their dreams have shed the principle of hope throughout their existence always searching for something above or below. From the ancient Greeks to the most recent thinkers, such as Heidegger, the love of wisdom is the discipline of life for the common ground of thought. My hope for this discipline is deep and, although sometimes unreachable, I hope.

fade...

Let me not fade away as the leaves go dancing in the wind.

Let me remain here close to you; please don’t let my hand go!

You remain silent while I whip in mourning; please let me not fade away….

Let me remain close to the warm of your heart, to the vertura of your legs,

For the darkness is deep and the world is obscure.

But above all please don’t let go my hand as the leaves go dreaming in the wind while dancing to the breeze.

Esta es la realidad en la que vivimos.

Tratamos de taparnos los ojos, pero dejamos huecos entre los dedos.
Huecos para inconscientemente ver lo que no queremos, pero necesitamos.

¿Hasta donde llega el hombre con su necedad? Sin duda alguna hasta arrastrar lo poco de pecho que le queda...

¿Donde está la mujer perfecta de los sueños de miles? (sin referirme al físico)

Sal de tu escondite que se encuentra tras los arboles. Los arboles que por tu culpa están frondosos y verdes, llenos de frutos ricos en sabor.

¡Sal de donde estés!

¿Qué es eso que me da?
Que sabe y no sabe.
Que quiero y no quiero.

que inigualable sentimiento es este.

que sabor mas horrible posee, pero que adictivo se vuelve.

¿Que es esto que me da?

color

color
Originally uploaded by sertarín

this is a pic i took at/from my backgarden. hope you guys enjoy it!
this is an example of the beautiful blessing that life is being express in the most simple form, is he is so colorful why can we be? aren't we worth more than a flower?

same

We all share different perspectives, we all live different lives and circumstances. But when it comes to us we are all the same.

THROUGH ALL

The lives of many changed when they meet their love and embrace in a cup of happiness.
The fruit of that love comes when they convene to encounter one being in the hands of the eternal joy and eternal delight.
A family that goes through difficulties and brutal times but endures in the task of living in a land that brings hope.
A family being raise in the roots of their culture to retrieve the postmodernist world we live in today.
The ceaseless battle that takes place in every part of life in order to not let yourself be swallow to this culture of postmodernism.

veo y escucho

Veo sin ver y escucho sin escuchar, y que a ti te venga valiendo madre!!
Siento pero solo un minuto los otros 4 son solo eso, minutos!
¿Qué pasa entre mi espesa atmosfera y tu ligera gravedad??

Reloj

Las manecillas del reloj lentamente marcan la hora para recordarme que me queda un Segundo, un minuto, una hora, un día. No importa mucho, pero eso es lo que ese maldito me recuerda

Yo: “Por qué sigues?? Para!! Ya! Por favor te lo suplico”
Reloj: “ {silencio} tik tak”
Yo: “i see, that’s how you want things to go. Tengo una respuesta para tu necedad.”
Reloj: “ tik tak”
Yo: “ al parecer te vale madre!? A mi igual!!”

Un instante antes de desconectarlo- respondió

Reloj: “espera…..tik tak”

Pareciera como si se estuviera burlando de mi, seguro si.

Yo: “no me vengas con esas estupideces. ¿Vas a decir algo o le dejas todo a tu simple frase??
Reloj: “tik tak”
Yo: “Jodete pues!!”

Desconectada la mierda de necedad, me encontré solo en el silencio. Al verme enredado en la incertidumbre en la que me envolvía ese silencio seco volvi a conectar lo que repugnaba.

Reloj: “yo sabia que no podrías durar ni un minuto sin mi. Tik tak”
Yo: “{silencio}”

El silencio seco hizo que mi lengua se trabara al oír las palabras de ese reloj tan antiguo como el apellido que llevo{no creo que tanto}. Su complexidad era de madera con un poco de plata adornando su entorno. Ciertamente era apuesto.

Reloj: “no te preocupes en contestar. Aquí voy a estar para escuchar tu respuesta. tik tak”

El viento suave
Que sopla y sonroja sus mejillas
Es el mismo viento que toca mis labios
Y los humedece con la fresca brisa que brota de lo más profundo del mar.
Esos labios rosas que dan el toque de una flor con la más hermosa fragancia, hermosa en la dulzura de su esencia.

to be continue....

Is in that sEcond that a thoUsand thoughts come through

Is in that second that you realize that you’re in trouble, that you fucked up…

And when that second is thru you realize that all those thoughts are true, and even worse than

what came to imagine in just that tiny little second,

But now you’Re up, after the second that seem an hour (which in fact wasn’t)

Figure out a way out of those crappy problems, or I’ll put it easier: a solution…

It seems impossible, but it is poSsible (that is my last hope)

For now I just want to be sleeping till the storm goes on

For now I want to imagine that I’m back on those days when nothinG harmed and nothing was incredibly wrong…

The solution, if anYone has it, show it this way and I will do my best to find it through

I just wAnt to be frEe!!!!!!

Quizás mi vida será algo que yo no alcanzo imaginar,
Quizás mi vida será lo que tenga que ser, irónicamente lo tiene ser,
Pero ¿qué?
Esa es una incógnita y una muy GRANDE, por la cual todos pasan (quiero pensar)
Pero ¿Qué?
Bueno por hoy no soy capaz de responder, pero mañana tal vez…

Lo que queda de hoy quiero que me dejes en paz

No quiero saber nada sobre las estúpidas responsabilidades, sobre la relación de amor (si eso se llama)
Ni mucho menos de mis progenitores preguntado tantas estupideces, que honestamente son obvias..

Por hoy solo quiero escuchar el silencio, ese silencio limpio con su ternura susurrando a mi oído, ¿acaso es mucho pedir?