"Papel mojado"

El Mensajero Azul

2011-08-21T19:29:00.000-07:00

Tauro de cuero

que ladra como un buey

muerde sin colmillos

un cuello que se quedó sin sangre.

Invisibilizado por la resonancia

que rastrea soledad

se perdió en el bosque

inundado por sus presas.

El olvido infinito inexistente

de sueños trascendentes

apagan luces malditas

ocultas por un cacho imaginario.

Una orquesta fantasmal

compuesta por los mejores aulladores

ríe a la distancia

quemando fábricas de trompetas.

Para balancear si se se desea:

[(1+2+3+4)-10]+1] = [(?)^x] + [a,b,c,(+-d),e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,q,r,s,t,u,v,w,x,y,z]

Resta la memoria

de una explosión,

el olor de una chaqueta

un día de "mala" fortuna

dos metros de la cocina

un lugar prohibido.

Cryptonic Poisson

2011-08-21T10:14:00.000-07:00

Social vacuum

inhibits happiness

... and floods hope.

Desires for re-insertion

restricted by shallow “untrustees”.

Missing every single sign of life,

components of laughter and fond people.

Banned from realness,

exposition to ignorance.

Crave for honest company

not virtual thoughts.

I lay in my protection shelter

flooding sheets

while you laugh.

Un-MUTE my soul

un-abandon me

recover me

Intensidad de palabras: Lo que pienso

2011-06-17T08:23:00.000-07:00

Elaboración propia con base en mis últimas 3 publicaciones. Es un Análisis de Contenido en el cual se destacan las palabras más recurrentes y los diferentes vínculos existentes entre ellas. Son 3 visualizaciones diferentes del mismo "data set". El primero se observa en formato de imágen sin embargo las segundas dos visualizaciones son de caracter más interactivo y haciendo click en el hipervínculo se pueden explorar más de cerca si se es deseado. Fueron realizadas con la herramienta Many Eyes

Entre la belleza de la oscuridad y la luz

2011-05-29T10:24:00.000-07:00

La oscuridad posee una belleza indescriptible

...evoluciona y se convierte en la personificación del miedo.

¿Qué es el miedo?

Ignorancia

El NO Saber

Desde lo más profundo del ser,

nuestra naturaleza humana nos conduce a una interminable lucha por la supervivencia.

...Sí, el miedo es una manifestación natural del hombre quien busca simplemente sobrevivir dentro de una sociedad.

Las sociedades son productos de cambios.

Los cambios son coyunturales.

Los cambios generan cambios y nuevas coyunturas.

...Puede surgir la necesidad de adaptación.

Los procesos de adaptación pueden generar miedo.

¿Será el miedo, miedo a evitar sentir?

SENTIR

Sentir es esa característica que nos convierte en seres vivientes.

Sentir es vida.

Si se aplicara la tercera ley del movimiento de Newton en lo que se considera SENTIR,

quizá se obtendría lo siguiente:

(Inicia cita)

"Con toda acción ocurre siempre una reacción igual y contraria: o sea, las acciones mutuas de dos cuerpos siempre son iguales y dirigidas en sentido opuesto".

(finaliza cita)

Con toda acción surge un sentimiento.

Partiendo de las coyunturas, ese sentimiento puede ocasionar una reacción igual y contraria.

El sentir surge como una reacción que puede ser igual u opuesta.

Reaccionar es otra característica de nuestra naturaleza humana; Es otro método de supervivencia.

Sobrevivir implica no morir.

Entonces, hay que identificar aquello que nos da vida.

La vida.

La vida genera el pensamiento.

El pensamiento genera una constante búsqueda de significados.

Esencialmente no todo tiene un significado.

Entonces el no saber es natural.

El miedo es humano.

Igual que YO.

Igual que TÚ.

El que niegue el miedo entonces no es humano.

La oscuridad es simplemente un período sin luz.

La luz es un espectro electromagnético que da vida.

Los períodos de oscuridad finalizan con el ingreso de la luz.

Day 9: Magnetic 10

2011-05-27T14:49:00.000-07:00

A magnetic contact chemically reacted indulging a massive liberation of "DMT".

Two lost poets had artistically managed the absence of a catalyst, till Day 9.

Expectations of a perfect celebration where nothing, but nothing, compared to the magnitude of the event.

Day 8 had been peaceful, it probably foreshadowed good fortune for the next one.

Earth trembled the development of Day 9, but it had never reached the most powerful earthquake ever felt before: 10 Richter.

OUR day.

Driven by a magnetic field:

(I had to borrow this information @wiki to explain the concept)

"The magnetic field (usually denoted B) is a vector field. The magnetic field vector at a given point in space is specified by two properties:

1. Its direction, which is along the orientation of a compass needle.

2. Its magnitude (also called strength), which is proportional to how strongly the compass needle orients along that direction.

In SI units, the strength of the magnetic field is given in teslas"

(End of citation)

Teslas provoked the direction of "the rock" and the direction of "the roll" to collide increasing exponentially their strengths.

We felt the music.

A smell of dark leather suddenly activated every single nerve termination, almost like the domino effect.

I saw passion reflected through the essence of his eyes.

Yes, his eyes: a powerful door to a world of mystery and fascination.

Prolonged silence disappears through deep stares.

Hours past and we were trapped in that magic factory of sounds but a quick change of scenario suddenly became our escape goat.

Driven by a magnetic moment, the light of a new day took over.

Fantasy ran out of ideas and a process of emancipation of minds developed.

Stuck in my nose, the smell of a euphoric inspiration still begs for more.

Seven Days it took me to un-quantify my admiration

2011-05-08T10:38:00.000-07:00

Day one:

Tightened by a powerful bond (origin: unknown), he stood.

Wondering and tall of personality and presence, as usual.

Taken by something more powerful than my status quo,

Yet I let myself explore a mysterious glance.

Day 2:

Shocked when told availability. I swallowed.

That particular beat, in that particular dancefloor, in that particular second made me see the essence of a particular interest that had accidentally awakened in me.

A silenced discovery pending for further analysis had become my objective.

Day 3:

Surprised in that special place I learned I couldn't hide my fondness anymore.

I have to admit it was his moderated caucus accompanied by his predator look what made me the most vulnerable.

An invitation for seduction had begun.

Day 4-5:

Separated by approximately 130km and 1 hour, we made it to the jungle.

I felt a dense atmosphere, dangerous, with plenty of weak prays.

Fortunately it was their weakness what kept it strictly a mental hunt.

Exalted states of mind ended in no-man's-land: room 102.

Room 102:

Eventhough this scenario was available for even less than a day I find it quite important.

Hidden by strategic points, an admiration race took place.

Speechless I stood observing every single move he made to catch my attention (as if he needed to do so). That, I found really charming.

He had conquered me with the sweetest voice I had ever heard causing my emotionalbalanced to shift to a different position.

I felt tempted. So much that I realized I wanted more than one day.

A specific task I had accomplished without knowing: I had slowly transformed from being the pray into being the predator.

By the end of Day 5 I didn't know if I could forgive myself for standing still and letting someone I couldn't possible contemplate anymore, just walk away.

Curiously I wondered if he felt the same, I still don't know but I can guarantee one thing:

For such a continuous exchange of seduction it must be mutual.

At least I hoped.

Day 6:

I felt as a senior student waiting to be invited to prom.

As cliché as it may sound every girl dreams of a prince charming.

I have never found a prince charming but certainly paradoxical approximations exist.

This day I realized I had to stop being the student.

I felt a need to chase this natural phenomenon I liked so much.

YES, Day 6 assured me I really liked him.

I forced myself to travel from one end to another just to see a face I missed so much without really knowing why.

We sang, it was warm.

I wanted more.

Day 7:

I didn't know that I was going to see him later on that day but again that desire to communicate with him arose.

I guess I had to confess.

For the first time I received a valuable feedback reminding me he had someone to detach from first, which I took OK.

Looked upon by watered eyes made me shiver.

I couldn't stand seeing pain in such a beautiful pair of eyes.

He rushed away victim of Cinderella's syndrome.

I felt a vacuum, but understood completely.

Introspection-conclusions for this first segment of my investigation:

Patience is a fundamental key I have to work upon.
Status quo: confused for such a unexpected invasion, still with causes and consecuences unknown.
Liberation of endorphins is the primary effect he has upon my body, at least the one I have tested.
Even though he has a secret past, I have learned that human nature and action are determined by specific moments. I will wait for a moment if there is ever going to be one cause he is worth it.
It took me seven days to understand I can't keep track of all the things I like about him, therefore I will let this investigation proceed with a natural course.
Time is never an obstacle, its a challenge.

Absurd Happiness

2011-01-16T21:39:00.000-08:00

Celebrating Scotch,

two naïve strangers.

Red hair splashed

blood with pal.

Unexpected fondness revealed an epiphany.

Sometime around happiness,

a beautiful appearance launched my throat.

"hey"!

From ear to ear,

joy and amusement negotiated attraction.

Suspended tension

turned off the light

indulging nerve endings

and opening doors.

Magic flew.

A secret garden watched it all.

Melody and Passion signed a treaty

but endorphins wanted to fight.

Speeding by the beat

intensity foreshadows

a hyperbolic and metaphysical force.

A dangerous explosion

(so powerful)

it will opaque dreams

and liberate hyperactive fighters.

Director

projector

creator

Inventor of the absurd happiness.

Un Habano, por favor.

2011-01-09T15:54:00.000-08:00

Penetrating look

White glares; like from heaven.

Un Habano, por favor.

Obsessive eyes

Obsessive smile

Ya tu sabes chico.

Ridiculous perfection.

Hypnotic wisdom.

Constructeur des rêves.

Partageur de la magie.

Un Habano, por favor.

L'Uomo di Viola Mare

2010-05-31T23:19:00.000-07:00

From violet seas, coffee through blood but Italian of heart.
Cyclope blinded by your own narcissistic beauty
(that revolved from intellectual flaws)
Never the less, now a swan
thirsty for a shallow crown.

With a scalpel in your hand
afraid to cut.
Standing in the O.R.
Silence predominates.

A year ahead of time lies in the table,
struggling.
She knows she is dead,
but she wants to survive.

Wishing for an I.V. to purify roads,
to heal sincere wills.

Sick of only egocentric muscular-skeletal calls
and waiting for at least acknowledgment and balance.

The time for living your movies...
may or may not determine the T.O.D.

The operation is not yet in chart,
but the goddess of the forest
is already watching for a post op diagnostic.

Almost discharged,
a little injured...
but masochistically Waiting for Godot.

Teaching the values of life.
Foreshadowing a miracle.
For the once-ugly duck to wake up.
(The one hypnotized by standard acceptance)
(The one that denies finding the yellow brick road)

Possibly you'll need more than an organic feedback,
in fact more than a Russian revolution.

So HOP! to the Odyseistic journey
and find your way to the Olympus.

If you fall on your way,
or decide to impersonate Prometheus.
(chained)
then Poseidon will cease to be hungry
but the singolo will understand.

Be free to enjoy your Itaca,
and welcomed to meet mine,
hosting one of your life muses
and ready to rock.

Aware you're not an erede of philosophy
but hopping you are of your mythology...
and the beauty of metaphorical language

The easy way: for lei to capire

...Je voudrais savoir

Introspection after ALL, or NOTHING?

2009-10-23T12:59:00.000-07:00

Yes, I look at the stars...
and sigh for you.
But I have traveled to the world where men fall fast...
but die harder.

The man that I love
the only one
does not come.
I died waiting

Of course I'm afraid
but I never forget to smile.

It's late and I have to go
...to the land where dreaming does not exist
and waiting for Joy is not even an option.

I cry and you are lonely.
Why?
I guess your music is all you have
and love all I NEED

The Season's Already Changing

2009-09-12T10:06:00.000-07:00

Along came the spring
with colors and fragrances.
The air of a fresh start
was born with green and white roses.

When summer came
I was excited!
At least the sun
kept me warm with hope.

Now fall's starting.
Leaves are falling.
Im starting to miss the sun
and wondering if it really exists.

If winter ever comes,
I'll be cold and lonely.
Snow kills
and I'm not ready.

Seasons of soul
Roller coaster of love
Cycle of pain
Seasons Change.

Politician to my Brain, Music to my soul

2009-09-07T21:13:00.000-07:00

Politician to my brain,
music to my soul,
inspiration of my words.

Architect of my feelings,
composition for my dreams,
the only one.

The distance is invisible
but you make it a long road.
I'll love to cross the river...
but you haven't build the bridge.

Waiting
Not knowing
I need a dictionary,
the one you own.

Living in a Dream

2009-04-22T22:12:00.000-07:00

Sometimes your silence threatens my life
Sometimes your jokes make my day
Living in a world of sarcasm is not really my thing

Watching the impossible
so close
so tempting
so you...

Makes me want to fall
but
I don't want to suffer

Sometimes I am comfortable with you
... in my dreams
in the land where the impossible is not a word
where I can be with you

What I hate the most is waking up
having nothing
losing what fills me, for at least a night

I need you

I need something

I need it all

I rather never sleep
indeed
not live with an illusion
that has already been damaged

I want to put all the hope in a bag
and throw it away.
Even though it makes me stronger,
it makes me emptier at the same time.

Could you please help me?

but you don't...

IF

2009-03-09T18:27:00.000-07:00

If you look into my eyes
you will still find 1000mL of pain.

If you feel my left pump
you will feel how slowly suicidal it is.

If you press yourself against my hips
you will know they haven't danced in a while.

If you touch my tired feet
you will notice they have been walking...
not knowing where to go.

If only you knew.

By Diana Charpentier
09 March 09

Red Drops Down MY back

2009-02-28T19:15:00.000-08:00

I've been stabbed,
stabbed at the back.

A feeling of pain attacked me
releasing a river that couldn't be controlled.
It was transparent and salty.
It was honest.

It all happened
SO fast.

Slowly I have to remove the knife,
the knife that still hurts my back,
the one you threw so hard and strong.

I just hope the scar heals,
but not with your medicine.

Diana Charpentier
28Feb09

Do I want to know?

2009-02-25T19:49:00.000-08:00

Not knowing what is going on
is the worst thing I can really know.

If answers were to grow in trees,
I'd probably be rich with thoughts.

I will never run out of questions...
till you cut down or heal the same tree,
the same tree you helped me plant,
the same tree that is no longer producing.

I know for sure I water the same tree,
the same tree that is begging for your sunlight.

For now I know that I want to know,
but I need you to let me know first.

By Diana Charpentier
25Feb09

I will

2009-02-24T19:24:00.000-08:00

Maybe I was TOO afraid to let you go...
because of that, I did

By Diana Charpentier
24Feb09

When the L word threatens my life

2009-02-24T13:53:00.000-08:00

The thought of you by my side
kept my bed warm at night.
Or maybe, it was just The Hope.

Knowing that someone cared for me,
or at least believing...
made my days warmer.

It seemed that what I've been waiting
for SO long
was finally arriving.
I was "walking on a dream".

It was a dream that I couldn't possibly understand.
It was flowing
So perfectly...
that a sensation of immortality made me shiver.

When I started to wake up
I understood how mortal I really was.
It felt like the old days,
When it always rained on me.

Is it that hard?

With a couple of sentences you made me.
Vulnerable.
It felt like I was being forced to wake up.

Every word, every smile, every kiss...
became a nightmare.
It was then when I realized that it was beginning,
beginning to happen.

As fast as I let it happen,
I'm afraid it's going to disappear.

By Diana Charpentier
23Feb09

Will it?

2009-02-24T13:47:00.000-08:00

Will it?

Pressing the pillow strong to my head
I lay down in silence in my bed
A slow heart beat makes me wonder
When will love come?

There's salty rain in the room
Flooding with feelings the carpet
A slow heart beat makes me wonder
When will love come?

People can only see beautiful eyes
No wonder they can't understand my mirror
A slow heart beat makes me wonder
When will love come?

Craving for a hug at night
Deeper than moving blankets
A slow heart beat makes me wonder
When will love come?

Sunset after sunset,
My lonely soul wonders
Will love ever come?

By Diana Charpentier

28Nov08