domingo, 22 de abril de 2012

Operacion b..

Olor a jazmin,uñas de colores, NO a  Carolina ( tipo de pajaro, que hace un sonido no tan placentero) y sobre todo tener la cabeza a dieta, sobredosis psicologicas , las justas.





jueves, 19 de abril de 2012

vertical

- Ten confinza en ti misma.- dijo

Ella puso su cabeza en el suelo, y alzo su cuerpo en vertical, cerro los ojos, y se mantuvo firme, sin ninguna pared detras.

Lo habia conseguido.







miércoles, 18 de abril de 2012

Everything is ecstasy, inside.

 We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
 Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. 
It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity.
 It is perfect. 

We were never really born, we will never really die. 
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing.
It,s dream already ended-passes into everything is one thing. 

It’s a dream already ended 
— Jack Kerouac






BIZARRE

Todos somos extraños para nosotros mismos y si tenemos alguna sensacion de quienes somos, es solo porque vivimos dentro de la mirada de los demas.