Silence around rumbling thoughts,
surrounded by paintings
coloured with blood.
Once again the sky is falling
and dusk cries for another dead day.
Daylight crawling into the same old cracks,
serpents sloughing their skin and racks
me and you, wishing to do it too.
No piety in those eyes,
no swallows in the skyes,
not-knowing if tomorrow the sun will rise,
but it's ok, somehow, 'cause nobody cries.
diumenge, 12 de maig del 2013
Involuntarily neutral
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-22499326
After all these years there's still war in the streets of the middle-east. Bombs exploding on the streets of Turkey and Syria denyes being involved in it. I sometimes wonder when this is gonna end, and after thinking about it I realize that it has no end. Since the human being exists we have always been involved in wars. We fight for money, power, ideals, patrol... we even fight for love, forgetting that once both things were opposed. I'll never understand how someone can kill another person without having any other reason for it than an order. Don't they imagine the eyes of the victim in the moment of receiving the impact of the projectil? Don't they imagine the pain of their mother crying every night? Don't they think about what this person could have done with the time he was supposed to have on earth?
While I'm writing this my eyes start to get humid and I feel like I wanna vomit. There's too much sickness for one world. There's too much pain for too many nations. There's too much evil inside one single person. There is too much shit for me to understand and assume. I get the feeling that I just wanna get away from here, but I can't. And then reality hits me right into my face and I remember that there is only one thing I can do: find peace for myself and don't ever loose hope, because as long as we try maybe things change (it is said).
After all these years there's still war in the streets of the middle-east. Bombs exploding on the streets of Turkey and Syria denyes being involved in it. I sometimes wonder when this is gonna end, and after thinking about it I realize that it has no end. Since the human being exists we have always been involved in wars. We fight for money, power, ideals, patrol... we even fight for love, forgetting that once both things were opposed. I'll never understand how someone can kill another person without having any other reason for it than an order. Don't they imagine the eyes of the victim in the moment of receiving the impact of the projectil? Don't they imagine the pain of their mother crying every night? Don't they think about what this person could have done with the time he was supposed to have on earth?
While I'm writing this my eyes start to get humid and I feel like I wanna vomit. There's too much sickness for one world. There's too much pain for too many nations. There's too much evil inside one single person. There is too much shit for me to understand and assume. I get the feeling that I just wanna get away from here, but I can't. And then reality hits me right into my face and I remember that there is only one thing I can do: find peace for myself and don't ever loose hope, because as long as we try maybe things change (it is said).
Fallen soldiers
Tupac Amaru Shakur was, in my opinion, the best rapper and songwriter who ever existed (apart from Bob Dylan). His life was full of ups and downs: always in between success and personal problems. When he was young he grow up drug-dealing and lived under really hard circumstances. He was intelligent and sensible, he had the capacity to write down into words the things he saw on he streets. His songs reflect all the things he lived and experienced: drugs, violence and racism. But he also had this sensible and lovely side, which brought him to write the most beautiful love verses.
He had lots of problems with other gangs and ended up riddled by bullets but his message will never be forgotten: we need to respect each other, no matter who we are and where we came from. Here's the 20th century's Shakespeare:
Why life and dead share the same roots
The asphodel is a kind of herbaceous plant which grows in the south and center of Europe. I decided to write about it becaue it's my favourite plant. Why? Well, on one hand, it's the effigy of life in my opinion: the bottom part is the first one to bloom, while the top part is still creating the buds. They bloom step by step, when the bottom part blooms the upper part is not even there, and when the top part blooms the bottom part is already withered. Life's the same: everything is born and dies after a certain time, and when the first one's are alive, the one's which come after do not even exist. It's like different ages and phases of life, it's impossible for the top and bottom ones to be alive at the same time and meet on the way.
On the other hand, it represents death to. In greek mythology it was the plant which was supposed to grow in the underworld where dead people rested. They also used to bring asphodels to funerals and graves because they thought they would ease the way to the Hades.
These are the reasons why I love this flower: it represents life with it's different stages and the end of it, and at the same time it's simply stunning.
dissabte, 11 de maig del 2013
ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-22477825
This article is about Chris Kelly's death and funeral. He was one of the rappers from the Kriss Kross duo, which became really popular in the 90's. He died one week ago and the cause of death will not be known until the toxicologic report is done.
When I read this new I thought that it's the same thing again: big artist always die under strange circumstances and always die too young. Most of people already forgot him because it has been years ago when he was famous. I will always remember him as this little cool and proud boy who outclassed most of the elder and experienced artists. I hope he rests in peace, I'm sure he deserves it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=010KyIQjkTk
This article is about Chris Kelly's death and funeral. He was one of the rappers from the Kriss Kross duo, which became really popular in the 90's. He died one week ago and the cause of death will not be known until the toxicologic report is done.
When I read this new I thought that it's the same thing again: big artist always die under strange circumstances and always die too young. Most of people already forgot him because it has been years ago when he was famous. I will always remember him as this little cool and proud boy who outclassed most of the elder and experienced artists. I hope he rests in peace, I'm sure he deserves it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=010KyIQjkTk
dimarts, 7 de maig del 2013
Job satisfaction is more important than salary
It is said that the salary you get for a job is more important than your feelings about it, whether you enjoy it or not. I think that's an antique idea taken from the elder generations.
Some years ago, parents used to tell their children to go for a job in which they would earn a lot of money. It was all that mattered: have a good salary, find a women, get married, have children and always have enough money to feed them. Of course it is important to earn a proper amount of money because everybody needs it to survive. Nowadays we are bound to it.
However, there's another point of view which seems much clearer to me: the modern one. Today it is said that satisfaction is more important than salary. I totally agree with that, maybe because I'm young and society made me believe it but I think it's more than that. We're condemned to waste our lives working, so at least we should try to make the best out of it. At least in my case I'd prefer to be poor and enjoy most days of my life than to earn a fortune doing a job which makes me unhappy and then try to escape from it once a year on a long and expensive holiday.
In the moment we die we won't be able to take any backage with us, what about all the money we earned and saved then? The only thing we can take with us on the last journey are memories, so we should try to have a beautiful memory of everyday of our lives.
Some years ago, parents used to tell their children to go for a job in which they would earn a lot of money. It was all that mattered: have a good salary, find a women, get married, have children and always have enough money to feed them. Of course it is important to earn a proper amount of money because everybody needs it to survive. Nowadays we are bound to it.
However, there's another point of view which seems much clearer to me: the modern one. Today it is said that satisfaction is more important than salary. I totally agree with that, maybe because I'm young and society made me believe it but I think it's more than that. We're condemned to waste our lives working, so at least we should try to make the best out of it. At least in my case I'd prefer to be poor and enjoy most days of my life than to earn a fortune doing a job which makes me unhappy and then try to escape from it once a year on a long and expensive holiday.
In the moment we die we won't be able to take any backage with us, what about all the money we earned and saved then? The only thing we can take with us on the last journey are memories, so we should try to have a beautiful memory of everyday of our lives.
Advantatgesand disadvantatges of death sites
Two young guys which have a common friend meet in a bar to plan theyr weekend.
DYLANO: Hey dude! What' up?
TARIK: Hey bro'. Everything's fine, and you?
DYLANO: Cool. Do you wanna have a beer?
TARIK: I've got no money on me, my mu's getting paranoid. She doesn't wants to give me money coz' she thinks I'll go for some weed.
(Both start to laugh)
DYLANO: Yeah...sure...paranoid...Whatever, you're coming to Moha's party on saturday in the end?
TARIK: I'd like to, but haven't you heard about Ausonio's grandma?
DYLANO: Oh crap... I didn't remember. When is her funeral?
TARIK: It's on Sunday, I don't wanna go there with a hangover man, she was a quite nice old lady, I don't wanna disrespect her...
DYLANO: Oh come on... stop being such a pussy. You just wear sunglasses and no one will know...
TARIK: Really, I wanna make her this last honour, if not I'll feel shit.
DYLANO: You can do it on internet, on her death site. That's pretty much the same.
TARIK: Are you taking the piss? It's NOT the same: it's unfair and cruel, she has always been nice to us even when we didn't deserve it, I won't send a useless publication on a death site, that's completely impersonal and you're showing a lazy and cold attitude in front of something really serious.
DYLANO: Pff... whatever, I'll go to the party to have some drinks and meet some chicks, you go and make dead granny favours, I'll send her a post, I can't see why it should be cruel...
DYLANO: Hey dude! What' up?
TARIK: Hey bro'. Everything's fine, and you?
DYLANO: Cool. Do you wanna have a beer?
TARIK: I've got no money on me, my mu's getting paranoid. She doesn't wants to give me money coz' she thinks I'll go for some weed.
(Both start to laugh)
DYLANO: Yeah...sure...paranoid...Whatever, you're coming to Moha's party on saturday in the end?
TARIK: I'd like to, but haven't you heard about Ausonio's grandma?
DYLANO: Oh crap... I didn't remember. When is her funeral?
TARIK: It's on Sunday, I don't wanna go there with a hangover man, she was a quite nice old lady, I don't wanna disrespect her...
DYLANO: Oh come on... stop being such a pussy. You just wear sunglasses and no one will know...
TARIK: Really, I wanna make her this last honour, if not I'll feel shit.
DYLANO: You can do it on internet, on her death site. That's pretty much the same.
TARIK: Are you taking the piss? It's NOT the same: it's unfair and cruel, she has always been nice to us even when we didn't deserve it, I won't send a useless publication on a death site, that's completely impersonal and you're showing a lazy and cold attitude in front of something really serious.
DYLANO: Pff... whatever, I'll go to the party to have some drinks and meet some chicks, you go and make dead granny favours, I'll send her a post, I can't see why it should be cruel...