A LITTLE ABOUT ME!

In our world, from long ago, it is very difficult to decipher that this is the web of life: Everything seems to mirror phase or imagined ... Apparently, everything comes from outside. The mirrors give meaning and all act unwittingly as signifiers of those mirages: We are prisoners of a world that looks like a large living room mirrors comprising: you like my car? I owe ... Like my house?, owe. You like my family? The super I have indebted and enslaved. Like me, I? I'm always tense and worried, are you? All terrain, falls into the ugly, abominable and anesthetic, we are close to brain death. Are the mirrors are the only thing we have? Do only what you see is what we have? ... The management of reality, and is unreachable, the eyes turn to us, looking, as if it were mere commodities that we were mechanical, robotic, boring, lifeless ... It seems that everything changes, but not chemically nothing ... That Hegel and Marx reborn!

It's also an absurd world full of signs, symbols, representations, riddles that only lead to a dead end language and grammar. All talk and write of inconsistencies. It has created a meta technicalities, structured by the same language that moves everything to a meaningless puzzle with which it is intended to accommodate the "reason": The guarantee of words, written and spoken, which is expressed by human thought: No way out for both absurd that fosters and encourages by covering languages ​​spoken in all the land (?) ... Even when you mention that in the beginning God was present with the word and that she was God and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us ...

This is how we have operated: Words without giving much consideration, became the same things in the real things and that's the big trap that remain trapped in the present: Form, decision, fluency, clarity and moral greatness first. Pure formalities, gaps and voids that refute the original and authentic!

A good text, a good speech, and contain pose a riddle to solve and that's what gives them the final sense: It is indulging in a kind of suspension of meaning proposed by the authors: Qués made me think that writer, the speaker ?

Not necessarily, it all has to give assurance THROUGH ensuring words must ensure the content of thought or that reason, because that would address the issue of rational language and perfect that might want the perfect representation of the real world that is, the very essence of everything in the world: the robotic and mechanical and systemic set!

And afortunadamnte, not. Far from it as intended and would have us believe and that besides, if we have not believed and continue to believe: The word made flesh, the truth of the winged word!

And the uncertain, what does not fit, the different, the original, the authentic, the incommunicable not limited to words or language, however fine, sophisticated and technicians who turn out to be such?

In our languages ​​and writings, we sound like ourselves, as we are. We will have to terminate with all those ideas and other impediments, planted in our homes through deceptive words. Leave behind the technicalities, the complicated and give way to casual, to the contents of a simple conversation: Loneliness, sadness, envy, jealousy, vulgarity, homosexuality, machismo. You have to write and speak it own that comes from their own experiences or life itself, of nature, of the natural. It must be said in written or spoken what we mean: Speaking of the crap that we have all created and do daily. From that it be spewed life, most of the time. From our conquests, as even fleeting. In our sex. Buttocks of us crazy. From fornicate just for the hell of it. From when we got drunk and ended up in some orgy and degenerate. Talking about what we say and discuss our amigos.De break traps and formulaic stupidity ...

That is, to go beyond the words and languages. To break the rules of pretend and say good and move closer to the holy inspiration and intuition that compromise the feeling and show us as we really are: Is like a meditative exercise, where we dare without fear, to let flow the mind!

This is, of an impulse that starts from deep within and was only put words to that emotional feeling that is like a sexual ecstasy, a feeling that pervades the entire body starting at the belly, the chest rises and reaches our brain, mouth and ears. It's like a hum, a groan, oh! sigh ...

Yes, you put words to these emotions, such feelings: Looking around, trying to describe what it looks and feels so mixed. That is what makes sigh, sigh with words and language, just enough to articulate what it feels like and plunge guiding and by pacing with what is perceived. Often even hardly know what those meanings, what we want to say: Maybe over time gives them meaning, because they come from the depths of us, it's spontaneous moments that arise from living and feeling, for manifest after: That you are, you'll know when you speak and write honestly, without tokenism or established rules, because that's how the mind operates and functions, much like poetry, is much like the nature of the proceeding, including : Butterflies, mountains, valleys, rivers, seas, birds, animals, fairies, goblins, caverns voices, dreams, myths everything open and show everything!

What is the true words of your heart?

 Of mine: me out all the junk that I got and I've gotten. Be real, honest, frank, different and innovative. Ending the traps of fear, with the illusory, with mirages, with superfluous material, with imitations crazy lunatics who sanctimoniously claim to be serious and well-born. Quietly contemplate the flow of nature. Living at sea and in the mountains. Make written and tell stories of how they are seen, with my own words, of myself and nobody else, using the words of my property, creating them every instante.Contar things visible but not seen by anyone else. To love and be loved in return! ... This, dear readers, is where cruise all deliveries that I have given away for some time now, simply, is just: A little about me!