8.10.16

Homeless

Se me viene a la mente la idea de que no todo lugar de comodidad es un hogar.

20.9.16

Descifrando el himno nacional de El Salvador

Cuando Maria (sic) hizo notar lo absurdo que el himno salvadoreño suena cuando se intenta leer, no pude dejar de pensar en la verdad de la afirmación. Man, no sé qué pensaban estos maitros cuando nos dejaron este legado tan extraño.


Déjà

Eso de encontrarse uno mismo en un lugar tomando fotos, ya varios años después y no sentir el paso del tiempo. Al menos por un momento. Quizá la meta de no dejar que la vida lo haga crecer es posible, después de todo.


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7.8.16

Riemann

Adventures are Riemann sums: small, and tending to infinity. In other words: pretty well integrated but sometimes indefinite.

21.7.16

Rampage

A windy, stormy night ahead
Through every window frame of time
As we look
Where we gaze
The boat has sailed
There's no return
Where sight helps naught and brings distress
A time for faith to drive us home.

15.7.16

Descontrol

Si algo es seguro, es que no puede existir un sentido de aventura sin antes haber un sentido de propósito o destino: una vez sabemos a lo que estamos destinados, vamos a estar dispuestos a tomar pasos a ciegas sin importar lo que el futuro depare. Cuando el futuro no es lo que esperábamos, entonces no pasa nada: no hemos llegado a ese lugar aún. Es por eso que muchas veces algunos de nosotros nos encontramos dando la espalda al futuro y pensando en el pasado; es nuestro destino que está llamando.

Un paso hacia adelante podría hacernos avanzar más, pero no necesariamente nos lleve hacia adonde queríamos, y por eso, no hay nada malo en querer volver hacia atrás si eso nos pone más cerca de nuestro destino.

Missing

But I must admit I miss you terribly.
The world is too quiet without you nearby.
— 
 Lemony Snicket 
The Beatrice Letters

9.7.16

Hacia el fin de la existencia

Aceptado este paseo invisible
Hacia el fin de la existencia
Caminando hacia la orilla
Quitándome el cinturón
Sacando el seguro
Dando el paso
Sin rumbo
Andando
Sin más
Y pues
Yendo.

Dye

I came here to die
As I rush to the climax
Adventures approach.

8.7.16

Sobre los tiroteos en Dallas

So I've been following the whole police issue back in the US. I haven't heard anyone mention this, no analyst, no politician, no one, and maybe I'm wrong but I can't help but feel as if this whole issue sort of mirrors what has been happening in El Salvador for a while. Some of you have read about the rising in violence last year, and one of the unspoken reasons for this was a number of attacks on policemen and army.

Now, you can simplify the whole issue and talk about gang violence, which is not a terribly skewed view, but then again, you also have the big issue of abuse of authority happening in a systematic way, and directed towards youth in urban and rural areas of El Salvador. It's not only gangs who terrorize youth, but the authority. Then the youth organize and start retaliating against a problem that can be solved in a different matter. The US, too, has wounds too deep that span from hundreds of years, and needs to heal them before moving on, instead of supossing that things will be okay if we don't address them. Violence from one side to the other will form a cycle as long as we keep calling on racism and social classes and all these good-hearted attempts on justice that insist of standing on this sense of otherness that separates us based on social constructs.

If these events don't serve to prove the fact that social constructs cannot save humanity and bring about a real sense of justice and morality, and the fact that we have to turn to trascendence in oter to make sense of who we are and our real value as human beings, then we're doomed to repeat these issues over and over again.