Un momento Zen para aclarar las ideas.....




om ma ni pe me hung.....

("Estas son las seis sílabas que evitan la reencarnación en los seis reinos de la existencia cíclica. Se traduce literalmente a 'OM la joya en el loto HUM'. OM evita la reencarnación en el reino de dios, MA evita la reencarnación en el reino de Asura (Titán), NI evita la reencarnación en el reino humano, PAD evita la reencarnación en el reino animal, MI evita la reencarnación en el reino de los fantasmas hambrientos, y HUM evita la reencarnación en el reino del infierno.")

-¿Como se dice,... cuando sientes un vacio, aquí, en el pecho?

- Tristeza, se llama tristeza...

-¡Eso!, es que hace tanto, que se me olvidan las cosas....

Me gusta la rivalidad entre clases, decir palabrotas, tener razón siempre, reírme de la gente. Hacer parejas de calcetines, el olor de la gasolina, imaginarme los dialogos de una pelicula sin sonido, ir al centro de la ciudad.... y mirar a todos los borregos.....

DAM - Men erhabe?

Who's the terrorist?
I'm the terrorist?!
How am I the terrorist when you've taken my land?
Who's the terrorist?
You're the terrorist!
You've taken everything I own while I'm living in my homeland

You're killing us like you've killed our ancestors
You want me to go to the law?
What for?
You're the Witness, the Lawyer, and the Judge!
If you are my Judge
I'll be sentenced to death
You want us to be the minority?
To end up the majority in the cemetery?
In your dreams!
You're a Democracy?
Actually it's more like the Nazis
Your countless raping of the Arab's soul
Finally impregnated it
Gave birth to your child
His name: Suicide Bomber
And then you call him the terrorist?
You attack me but still you cry out
When i remind you it was you who attacked me
You silence me and shout:
"Don't they have parents to keep them at home?"
"But you let small children throw stones!"
WHAT?!
You must have forgotten you buried our parents under the rubble of our homes
And now while my agony is so immense
You call me the terrorist?

Who's the terrorist?
I'm the terrorist?
How I am the terrorist
When you've taken my land?!
Who's the terrorist?
You're the terrorist!
You've taken everything I own
while I'm living in my homeland

Why terrorist?! Because my blood is not calm
It's boiling!
Because I hold my head for my homeland
You've killed my loved ones
Now I'm all alone
My parents driven out
But I will remain to shout out
I'm not against peace
Peace is against me
It's going to destroy me
You don't listen to uor voices
You silence us and degrade us
And who are you?!
And when did you became ruler?
Look how many you've killed
and how many orphans you've created
Our mothers are crying
Our fathers are in anguish
Our land is disappearing
And I'll tell you who you are!
You grew up sported
We grew up in poverty
Who grew up with freedom?
And who grew up in continument?
We fight for Our freedom
But you've made that a crime
And you, the terrorist call me the terrorist!

Who's the terrorist?
I'm the terrorist?
How I am the terrorist
When you've taken my land?!
Who's the terrorist?
You're the terrorist!
You've taken everything I own
while I'm living in my homeland

So when will I stop being a terrorist?!
When you hit me and I turn the other check
How do you expect me to thank
the one who harmed me?!
I tell you what!
You tell me how you want me to be!
Down on my knees with my hands tied up
My eyes to the ground
Surrounding by bodies
Houses destroyed
Families driven out
Our children orphaned
Our freedom chained up
You oppress
You kill
We bury
We'll remain patient
We'll suppress our pain
Most importantly you feel secure
Just relax and leave us all the pain
You see our blood is like that of dogs
NOT EVEN
When dogs die they receive sympathy
So our blood is not as valuable as a dogs
No - My blood is valuable
And I will continue defending myself Even if you call me a terrorist

De repente el cielo....

De repente el abismo....
Quiero bailar, gritar, respirar, comer, amarte, olvidar, escribir, morir, desvanecer, recordarte.....

Suena el ultimo cd de Macaco, mientras espero, pero no se que cojones espero...
espero que estos once meses pasen rapido, espero no notar tu ausencia, más de lo que ya la siento... y aunque grácias a las nuevas tecnologias, podemos estar aún más en contacto que antes... pero ahora mismo... te necesito, y no se que hora es allí.... pero aquí, me siento como un funambulista pendiente del reloj....





P.D. Nunca es demasiado tarde para comerse la vida de un solo "bocao".