9.6.15

Koi Tanka

Came looking for you
Found nothing but a faint lead;
Yet arguably strong.
If I were to choose from all,
–will have been there all along.

26.4.15

Fe

A diferencia de lo que muchos creen, no es salir de la casa desnudo y sin llaves; es más como revisar que no te haga falta nada en la maleta de viaje, y cerrar la puerta sin preocupación. 

19.4.15

Ánimo

—¡Vamos, ánimo!
—¡Mi nombre no es "Ánimo", es No-e-lia!

13.4.15

Waylaid

On the way to my fleeting home,
I was attacked by certainty.
Like a wildfire with a wild-fire soul,
A sense of homelesslessness finally came through.

It feels like coming home to grab a beer,
Or like meeting you for the first time with a smile,
The sense of unequivocally falling in mutual love,
And the time I held your hand and felt at home.

Now it's time for me to depart,
For home is where time is now;
More songs will be written and sang for you,
But only as the image of what it was,
Which isn't, but will be.

But better.

"In speaking of this desire for our own far-off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter....The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself, they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. Do you think I am trying to weave a spell? Perhaps I am; but remember your fairy tales. Spells are used for breaking enchantments as well as for inducing them."

K)

2.4.15

All for you

A pristine thrill,
vision of all within;
a crystal clear,
emotional rush of all-in;

As I get closer: n-x,n-x+1,n-x+2...

7.2.15

The Great Divide

Me llama la atención que uno de los más bonitos restaurantes en San Salvador tiene um balcón con vista hacia una comunidad marginal. Estar de un lado de la vista o del otro no importa: es tan impresionante ver la imponencia de las alturas a lo lejos como disfrutar de lo pequeños que podemos parecer en un plano general.

No importa el lado del que estamos, mientras aprendamos a apreciar ambas perspectivas. Dicho esto, ¿podríamos comenzar a eliminar estas cercas invisibles para poder comenzar a saludarnos como vecinos que somos?

6.2.15

La curva

Es interesante caminar sobre la curva de aprendizaje y descubrir que a partir de un momento en nuestra vida, aquello que nos parecía imposible más adelante resulta sencillo.

El inicio, por supuesto, terrible: repeticiones sin tregua, ilusiones y errores sistemáticos, percepciones y demás. Más adelante, la noción del resultado, la visualización, la corrección, la memorización, y finalmente la epifanía, la caída perfecta. Es un proceso demandante y desgastante, pero a medida pasa el tiempo, se convierte en nada. No cansa, no presiona, no preocupa y se vuelve parte de nosotros.

Sin embargo, hay un estado final del cual no podemos escapar sin trabajo. Por temporadas logramos vivir en él, pero sin esfuerzo no podemos triunfarle. Ya no es caminar sobre la cuerda floja lo que nos preocupa, sino todo lo demás que implica, correr a nuestro límite no se logra sin esfuerzo, y vivir una vida superior no es posible sin la visualización constante y el trabajo infinito.

Vivir es entretenido.

21.1.15

Te extraño

Creo que estoy enamorado de mi blog: no dejo de pensar en él, pero no logro venir y escribir en él. ¿Es eso amor? ¿Cómo puedo sentir el deseo y el aprecio, si no lo demuestro?

12.12.14

Post Inception

A post,

about a post,

about a post,

about a post...

in a dream.

About a post, about a post, about a post. You get the idea.

6.11.14

Almost

"One could almost wax poetic, but we will keep such ambitious ideas for a future day."
-Sir Henry Morton Stanley - How I Found Livingstone