Cuando desperté por la mañana, Nómada Imparable había vuelto

Who I am comes in waves

I might be really hurt. But then again, I might not be.

(Prestado)

"You have never been nothing.

You are a body made up of unique DNA and cells that have multiplied into organs and tissues and skin and bones and a system that tries its best to protect you from influences that harm. You are the product of a long line of evolution, the present artifact of your ancestors successfully procreating until their genes were passed onto you. You are the product of change and deliberate reason.

You are a contributor to collective thought and discourse. You have opinions and decisions that ripple and reverberate in their results. Your words and silence and heavy pauses are all important, no matter the size of their relevance.

You are hope and sadness and betrayal. You are coldness and emotion. You are forgiveness and absolution. You are the difference between acceptance and tolerance. You are brave even as you are a coward. You are giving up and going on. And every single day, you are moving forward whether you want it or not.

You are judgment and objectification, stereotypes and mistaken assumption. You are pollution, you are unstained, an oxymoron. You are rules and the capacity to break them. You are disorder and you are everything right. You are complicated and complex, you will always remain a puzzle to yourself.

You are sexuality and intellect, passion and logic coexisting in one being.

You are death itself because you have been holding its hand on the very day you were concieved. You will come to embrace the moment your breath expires and you will be nothing but memory as your facts become part of the world's continuous fiction.

But right now you are here and you are alive. You are possibility and change in one. You are soul and you are heart, no less and no more than anyone else around you. You were born as energy and power. You have a story and it is being written at this very second, when the end comes, what will your tale be about? What will they say about you who once existed and lived and decided?

You are creation and destruction. You have a right to your own definition.

Over all these, you are master. There is the challenge of circumstance and forces that try to outline you into a template of how life should be lived, of what and how you should be. Remember you can listen or ignore them.

This is your life and you should live it and believe as you please. Waste your hours, harness your power. Be offensive or try to reconcile. Stay ignorant or seek enlightment and education. Place blame or take responsability. See an unsolvable problem or see a challenge. Be pointless. Be purposeful. In the end, know that everything you do is on you.

Yesterday, you were important. Today you are vital. Tomorrow you will still count."

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Ghoramara

Pero eres Ghoramara, la isla que se hunde.

En ti los niños no saben si quedarse y morir despacio, ahogaditos, o irse a buscar lugar en un mundo que no está hecho para ellos ni jamás lo estará.

Un nuevo sueño

All pictures in this post belong to hlaus.

(Click, click)

All hail the phantom bear, the beast within us all.

Alexander Supertramp, 1992.

La joven Miss Take ha muerto una vez más.

Están reconstruyendo lo que parece una ciudad entera alrededor de su tumba, 

y la estatua del ángel tapando la lápida con una sábana ya no se ve entre las bibliotecas,

 las flores, y las cafeterías vintage.

Bloodflood - Alt-j

A wave, 
an awesome wave, 
that rushes skin and wides in blodded veins
Breathe in... exhale...


Flood of blood to the heart

 

  

   

 

(click, click, porque la última tiene mucho que ver y sentir.)