Green light.

And that was precisely the phrase that caught up my atention, while I was listening to a song. Today was better than yesterday. And I hope than worse than tomorrow, because that would mean that tomorrow would be better than today. Today I didn't do all that I was supposed to. But I did more than I was doing lately. Maybe it is a good sign. Maybe it's just a reflection of something that goes on in my mind. Some things go clear, some other things remain cloudy. The purpose of my life is one of the things that remains cloudy. Between the alternatives, it is difficult to chose. Because I am suddenly stalked by the phantoms of my past errors. All the things that I regret somehow, although some of then gave me new chances. It's difficult to have a new perspective, when your errors caught you, instead of you learning from them. Nevertheless, it's getting late, and I have to wake up early.

See you then.

March, Eleven, Two Thousand and Seven.

And it goes on. Worrying about an office job that is not suited for me. Worrying about the job that is supposed to be suited for me, but that I think I am not doing well. Bridges that fall apart. Everybody is leaving as time goes by. Once or twice per year. Some people goes and come back. Some other may come back, but I do not know about them, so, it is as if they never come back. Thinking, thinking thinking, thnking sometimes seems like a curse, instead of a blessing. Thinking too much leads to despair, to move in an eternal circle of doubts. And what's the point of writing these? Maybe to gain, at least, some relief to this feelings. To the feeling that the past is showing up everytime, telling that your mistakes led you to where you are now. The feeling that loneliness have prevailed. The feeling that someone is with you. Do we really need to interact with the people? Seems to be, but, sometimes I think that it only leads to deceive. Am I taking the right desitions? Am I doing right? Am I good? Or good enough? And, at last, just like yesterday....what am I?

Delirium

That's the definition that Altavista-Babel Fish gave to me when I wrote "desvarío" in the text box, and clicked translate. My English dictionary says: "an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication and other disorders and is caracterized by restlessness, illusions and incoherence of thought and speech" I am not intoxicated (at least I don't think I am). I do not have fever. Maybe I can clasify my state of mind in "other disorders". By now, in this entry I have used 3 pairs of quotation marks (that was just an informative statement). Well, what is it going to be now? As usual, existential problems (as they are commonly named)? Or some kind of delirium? Beginning of schizophrenia? No, I just don't think so.

But I am going to write, indeed, about some states of mind, and feelings (maybe my three or four readers are accustomed to).

A few points to start: Is it possible to live without knowing ourselves? Everyone lives with him or herself. Everyone knows his/her body, what is comfortable, uncomfortable, pleasant, not pleasant, hilarious, sad, under their own and personal perspective. But, I do not know, if it is possible to don't actually knowing more complex issues about ourselves. What is the reason for living? To find a mission in life. Is it possible, or healthy, to live without a path or at least, a compass that shows the north that could simbolyze, the goal of our living? It is healthy to try to build bridges between ourselves and other people? Which are the boundaries between selfsteem and selfishness?

Well, those are the questions that are roaming through my mind lately. I dropped something that I didn't need. An anxiety and fear that wasn't leading me to anywhere. A year feeling that. I was just happy about dropping that burden. But I started to think, and think, and think.

What am I?. What do I want to be?

I feel, but I am not sure if what I feel is good, correct, right, or if it is not just an illusion.

Again: another thing. Times changes. People changes. I do not know, if I should just try to walk alone, and avoid criticism, regrets, and rejections. Or If I should try, as I have been doing, to build bridges, between myself and the rest of human kind, but at least, the people I care about, or the people that I'm starting to care about. And share. And that freaks me out.

It freaks me out, 'cause I felt so alienated a long time. And also. I lack of an interesting past, or an interesting life, as long as I know. I look behind, and everything seems so boring, and the good times, so far away. I look ahead, and I cannot see anything. I look at where I am, and don't know how was that I ended up here.

Just trying to figure out. Jus trying to avoid the mistakes of the past that are nailed on me, in spite of all my efforts to leave them behind.

And a present that sometimes is unbearable. Because there is no past as foundation, no future to see. A confusion of what I am and feel.

Bridges that I try to build, but that fall over emptiness. And the envy that it makes me feel.

Ok, that's all now.
Until next time.

It ain't easy.

And as usual, I am talking about living. But it could be easier, if ourselves drop all the burden that sometimes we carry innecesarily. Fears that don't have a reason, ideas that do not help us, negative thoughts, etc. Why do I say this? Well, because I have started to drop some of that heavy load. And sometimes it is difficult. It's like awakening from a long sleep. It's not easy at the beginning. But somehow, once you are awake, you might be able to start the day.

So, I'm starting to wake up.
I want to wake.

Suddenly I see

Life is not as bad as I thought.
As a matter of fact, now I think that life can be actually good.

En la encrucijada.

Pero después de todo ¿acaso no es toda la vida una pinche encrucijada?

Aqui de nuevo.

Realmente no sabía que esperar de este día que esta por terminar. Me habían dicho "no puede ser peor que hace un año", "lo peor ya paso" y otras frases celebérrimas que se escuchan bien o se sienten apropiadas en un momento dado. Viendo que a pesar de lo que siento, solo esta dentro de mí. El mundo ha sido un lugar desgarrador, pero no tanto como hace 17 meses. Y hace 12 de ellos que es más díficil. Veo tantos contrastes que no se que pensar. No se donde cabe la esperanza, si es que hay lugar para ella. Trato de ver lo bueno, y a pesar de todo surge lo demás. "Estoy distraído". El mundo siguió caminando. Todos siguieron su vida hoy día. Riendo, gritando, bailando. Yo me encuentro escribiendo. Sopesando. Se supone que este el es "pan de cada día" de todos, que la vida no esta exenta de problemas, que no todo es miel sobre hojuelas, o un lecho de rosas. En todo caso, tampoco debería ser un lecho de espinas. ¿pero quién soy yo para decir como deben ser las cosas? Solo me limito a ver la injusticia que existe y el dolor que me rodea. Hace tiempo que no enfoco mi cámara, en la que antes encontraba la belleza. Pero ya no se lo que veo. No encuentro mi lugar, ni encuentro consuelo, elevo mi mirada y mis oraciones y no encuentro ayuda. Padezco la envidia y la ira. El desconsuelo que me lleva a preguntarme cada vez ¿por qué, por qué, por qué? Y que me tratan de decir, que no me preocupe, que me ocupe, que estoy ensimismado, que le "eche ganas", que deje de hacer o haga. Leo, escucho y encuentro contradicciones, que me hacen pensar, a veces, que soy un egoísta malagradecido, otras veces, que soy un pecador y otras tantas, que no me preocupo por mi. ¿Qué siento? Que no estoy en consonancia con el resto de la realidad. Presa de una monotonía incesante que trato de salvar a través de sumergirme en el universo de los sueños, para tratar de escapar un poco de estos pensamientos que me agobian. Días y días que se repiten dentro de la angustia de que un día todo acabará de la peor manera. ¿Qué me trae este día? Irritación. Ira. Desesperación. Y lo que percibo me indica que así será. Que todo es terrible. Pero algo muy adentro de mi....de una manera muy leve y casi imperceptible, no concuerda con eso. ¿Un deseo sin sentido, o la verdad revelada a través de un medio profundo? No lo se.

Te extraño..............

Veinticuatro.

Veinticuatro. Doce. Trescientos sesenta y cinco.
Pero sin embargo, hay cosas que empiezan antes y que quisieramos que terminaran.
Y hay cosas que quisieramos que nunca terminaran.

¿Qué más decir? .....

Quizás más tarde diga algo más.

Waiting...

Waiting to wake up of this nightmare...if I am going to wake up some day....

Quedan tres horas.

Quedan tres horas por este lado del mundo para que termine el "fatídico" martes 13, en el cual, como de esperarse, no ocurrió nada fuera de lo normal, todo típico, por decirlo así. Realmente desconozco cual sea la causa o el origen de esta superstición, pero de igual modo, para aquella gente supersticiosa, no os preocupéis (o por el contrario, preocupaos más) puesto que el próximo mes también será martes 13 (por aquello de que febrero tiene 28 días y hace que marzo corresponda). Igual creo que creer en eso son una serie de tonterias, del mismo modo que la supuesta capacidad esterilizadora y abortiva de los eclipses de sol y de luna. Por otra parte, mañana es 14 de febrero. Pienso que ese día lo crearon los chocolateros, los floristas y los impresores de tarjetas para recuperarse de la depresión consumista post-navidad y que les diera el impulso suficiente para sobrevivir hasta el día de las madres. Pienso también que si quieres a alguien, no tienes que tener un día en especial, cualquier día es especial. Mentiría si dijera que a veces no me dejo llevar por la parafernalia del día. Mentiría también si dijera que cuando las personas andan en el ánimo del día, me resulta díficil, ya que tiendo a sentirme solo. Pero tampoco miento al decir que anoche y esta mañana sentí algo de esperanza...

También digo que yo aprecio a mis compañeros. A mis amigos los quiero. Y no me da miedo decir "te quiero" si en verdad lo siento.

Saludos a todos.

Pensando.

Pues si aun sigo aquí. Aparentemente aun no es la hora de que deje de existir miserablemente. Pensando en las cosas que tengo planeadas para la semana próxima, de las cuales aun no realizó nada. No sé, no me he sentido con los ánimos de hacerlo. Incluso no se que caso tenga realizar dicho esfuerzo. Pero aún así, ronda por mi mente esa intención. Y me acabo de dar cuenta que sin querer en si, empecé a escribir (y en ambos blogs, ¡que impresión!). ¿por qué no digo que es lo que haré? Por dos razones: si lo hago, se verá aquí a su tiempo. Si no lo hago, no tendrá caso. Igual y es una derivación de otro proyecto que tenía pensado para año nuevo. Pero cielos. Parece que cada vez que quiero hacer algo un espíritu maligno me dice que no tiene caso. Tonikaku.

(Nightwish: Over the hills and faraway, Nemo, The Phantom of the Opera)

Y las etiquetas.

Será más fácil buscar entradas en un blog con etiquetas que permitan agrupar una serie de tópicos pero.......¡que difícil es es elegirlas!

In some place in the world.

Or in some time, in some strange moment, life stop being so frightening for me. That's what I want to say. I want to say that I do not crumble upon every little or big problem, and that I can go on. That I do not surrender anymore to the evil which is not a red guy with horns and a tail, but something that lures into every aspect of life and world, even myself. Afraidness, selfishness, intolerance. But most, apathy. It's late and I do not know what the heck am I writing. Good Night.

Why Do I ask Why?

It feels awkward some moments. At this moment I am on the verge of going mad, in some kind of ways. I have work that I cannot do. It's difficult to concentrate right now. I feel bored and weird on days off, which are supposed to be days for the rest and leisure. I am ill, I do not know if too ill, or a little ill. Just know that it freaks me out and makes me think about the worst things. And worry. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I have been bad to a friend of mine, just becaused he freaked my out. He has troubles, and seems that I am not able to help him. Seems that I am not able to help myself either. I just think and fear, and fear. I was hoping to continue studying. The hope and goodness that were growing in me just dropped out lately. And everybody says that is not logical to fear. And when things happen, then you cannot do anything, there is no use on worrying and all that phrases. Those phrases are ok. But I cannot do that. I cannot stop worrying. I want to, but I cannot. And I just got into despair, "hoping" for the worse to happen, fearing it, being afraid, even when I do not know if my mind is just misunderstanding the signs. The only thing that I know is that I cannot stand this anymore. I cannot. And I want it to stop. Because these is not living. It's not good. It's driving me crazy. And I cannot understand, and I pray and ask and try to move it away from me, from my mind, from my body, and I cannot. I pray and ask, and I've got no answer. Maybe there is nothing that can answer. Maybe it's just my bad luck. A punishment from destiny. Or maybe if there is something that can hear my pray, the answer is "screw you" or "you deserve that" or "I do not care, suffer then".
Just don't get it.

Some issues.

Last week I have been striggling against illness. It could be normal for everyone, and typical of the winter But everytime I got sick thoughts fly in my mind. Hypochondria they call it. Worst since a year ago. It's difficult to find someone who understands what I feel. People often thinks that, as the fear is irrational, is easy to avoid or to put it to an end. Pretty easy. As I said, a year has passed, and the fear is still here. The worst thing is that I cannot tell, what is true, what is just the fear, if something is really wrong, or if is just my twisted mind. But, of course, it's just like anything. Pretty easy. "Come on, go on, you just need to go out" "You can beat it, just try hard".
I bet none of the people saying that have ever felt this way.
I hope they never felt this way

Cualquier parecido con la realidad.

24/11

Veinticuatro

Por un instante

Realmente no se me ocurre nada mejor. Por un instante todas esas pequeñas gotas permanecieron suspendidas, estáticas, por un instante se detuvo el tiempo, la gente, el viento, el agua, la tierra. Solo por un instante, nada importó, más que ese único instante. No importaba nada más.

Just here

Doing not so much, trying to get some sleep. Wasting the time that was supposed to get a rest and hang out. Having or trying to have some fun. But just here again, overthinking, overfeeling. Overwriting. (Does all that words really exist?) Nevertheless is getting late (or early)

Comes and goes.

Of the mood. The state of mind and heart. It's like climbing a mountain for the view, thinking that you can accomplish everything you want, liking everything you are, enjoying everything that is or can be, just to realize that nothing makes sense, and then you drop in a free fall........just to smash in the ground.

It is so hard to realize? It is so hard to accept? It is so hard to live? Ja. Just seems that I am dropping new years purposes. Difficult to understand. Even for someone whom has been recognized by being smart...again: JA.

Just seems that this has no end. Losing after losing. Does it make sense all of these just for an instant of bliss, which is life...an instant of bliss, and an eternity of pain after pain.

It just doesn't make sense at all.

Into the West - Annie Lennox

Crazyness

I don't know if that is well written. But it represents exactly why I am trying to say. Crazyness. I often joke about that I am crazy. Suddenly I thought "what if". What if I were crazy? Insane. Sometimes I wish that, because I think that I wouldn't have to deal with my problems, my issues, the fear and the anxiety. The past that doesn't let me go on, and the future which scares me.

It's amazing that I have such thoughts. Five years ago, I wasn't thinking too much. I was worried about the future, I was caring of the past, but mainly, living in the present time, the only time that exists and counts.

Now, I am still confused, in recovery I guess (and hope).

But still lost and confused.

See you.

La mejor entrada de 2006.

Revisando lo que pseudopublique (eso de pseudo es de cierta persona -muy querido amigo por cierto- que tiene cierta manía de adoptar las frases de modo que ahora yo adopto las suyas) me doy cuenta de que este blog estuvo muy nuboso, algo oscuro, en cierto modo triste y melancólico. Pero a pesar de ello, encuentro al menos una entrada interesante, diferente, que dice o muestra al autor de este blog en la faceta que esconde debajo de sus enfermedades mentales (sic). De modo que yo elijo esta entrada como la mejor:

My so called art.

Como siempre se aceptan opiniones y comentarios de los....5 lectores asiduos.

Frases de fin de año (no es que me sienta muy orgulloso)

¡Maldita sea!
Me lleva pifas.
Podría ser peor.

Blanca sábana

Y casi al fin de año el cielo te cubrió con un blanco manto....................aunque es cierto. No estás ahi. El manto vino de donde tu estas.....

Recuento I

Algunos recuentos de 2006. Aunque no se muy bien si este deba ir en El Sueño del Mapache o en El Continuum pero en fin.

La sustancia de 2006:

Clorhidrato de Flouxetina

Cerrando

Cerrando año y en esta época en que todo mundo desea y hace propósitos yo solo tengo uno en particular para el próximo año.

Vivir

Dios.

Recowata, Chihuahua México, originally uploaded by Mapache Dormido.

A pesar de todo este año tuvo algunos puntos buenos, en contraste con lo que los he sometido a lo largo del mismo en el blog. Uno de estos puntos fue un viaje que hice a la Sierra (montañas) de Chihuahua. Un momento en especial fue al estar subiendo un sendero. Hacía frio y la subida era demandante físicamente. Iba caminando solo en ese momento. Y fue justo en ese momento, al estar cansado, sudando respirando el aire de la montaña y sintiendo el viento golpearme la cara, cuando me sentí en contacto directo con Dios. No fue algo "místico" ni vi cosas extrañas, sino que sentí una paz que me hizo olvidar todo en ese momento. Y llamándo a Dios de distintos modos (igual no importa, yo siento que es el mismo, en donde estes y como le llames). Fue un momento de gracia y a pesar de todas las dificultades vividas, atesoro ese momento y espero poder vivir algo asi pronto.

Puedo escribir.

Asi se llama una canción del grupo "Sixpence None the Richer" (no, eso va en el sueño del mapache). Solo recuerdo que tengo que escribir, ya sea aqui, ya sea en el diario personal, algo que tengo que soltar, pero que no quiero soltar ahora, sin embargo, aun sublimado, aqui esta, aqui yace en mi y tiene que salir eventualmente.

Enya - Caribbean Blue

(la armonía del tema ayuda a calmar la mente y el corazón inquietos)

Feliz Navidad.

Para la cristiandad, Navidad es la esperanza. La esperanza de que en cada uno de nosotros aún existe la semilla de la bondad. La certeza de que a pesar de que en ocasiones no obremos con bien, contaremos con el perdón de Nuestro Señor, la esperanza de que no estamos aquí, solos, vagando sin rumbo en el Universo, sino que tenemos, al igual que todo lo existente, una razón para ser, para estar, una razón que nos mueve. Una razón que debemos encontrar.

La esperanza de que a pesar de las adversidades, encontraremos consuelo y aliento para seguir.

Le deseo a todo el mundo una feliz Navidad.

Veinticuatro.

Diez

Maybe

Just maybe I am crazy Indeed. I suddenly felt so unusual, so angry so. A la chingada

Lackin

Lackin inspiration, will, capacity of helping the people I care of myself (I hope that's temporal...I've got more than a year on this)

Noche fria.

Básicamente así ha funcionado desde los tiempo inmemoriales en que no escribo nada aqui. Tan inmemoriales que ahora, al abrir el escritorio me encontré con la sorpresa de que ya he migrado a beta. Sin reparar mucho en ello acepte las condiciones de los próximos dueños del universo...ejem.... Google y pues como diria el Phoenicóptero "heme aqui" escribiendo para que el blog no comience a podrirse. Fin de año. (Un terrible año, he de decir) Sin embargo, no sé por momentos me asalta la esperanza y espero transmitir otro tipo de ideas sentimientos y pensamientos, mientras este suficientemente cuerdo.

Ik wil sterven
Het leven is afschuwelijk.
De god wil me vernietigen

Intentemos despertar....

Hace algo de tiempo...

http://nortedefuego.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiero-vivir.html

Veinticuatro.

Nueve

Una semana

A week have passed since the last time I wrote something here. Some things have passed since then. (And that's pretty obvious, if nothing happened then it only could mean that time has stopped) But anyway. THe point is that I have seen a lack of inspiration in almost all the other blogs that I visit (but one, who has a painful inspiration). Or some wrong inspiration. Another week, another time. Another morning, another pillows. Maybe is the winter coming. Maybe it's the moon rising. Days with their mornings. Their sunrises, their moons, their nights. And the desicions that made us through all those days. And of course, the ups and downs of us, the mentally disabled. (I think that's a joke).

Also is the absurd. The absurd of being something, do things, chores, works in five days, just willing to the weekend to come, just to realize that maybe in that time you are doing pretty much the same as in the weekdays, or just waiting for the weekend to come, and, be full of expectations that do not come at all. Why not? Why not having fun on monday? or tuesday.

Everything just comes, happens, occurs and nothing makes sense.

Por Dios, no ando de humor, pero no lo podía dejar pasar...

es extraño presenciar la reunión de gallinas a esta hora

Phoenicoperus

Somebody stop me.

Why? Is it correct to give advice to people (asked advice, not free) if I cannot deal with my own life?. PLEASE!!!!! Somebody stop me. These past weeks have been pretty much the same. I do not know how people even take care of my opinion. I am not a fuckin' guru. And that's not recent. It has been since years ago. Maybe my nerdiness has something to say about it. Just now, I do not know. I just have been listening music. Watching tv. Doing chores. Becoming a little anger because the other blog template doesn't work on Mozilla browsers (Firefox, Camino, Sea Monkey, Flock.) The worst thing is that is a nice template. Yeah I now. Just as a friend of mine said before. You complain too much! (Hi Martha, I do not think that you know the address of my blog, but if you come here hello to you). But is hard to be. That's the phrase. Hard to be. Or it's hard trying to be. It's kinda late and oh My God, the frealing daylight savings. I do not save anything and I HATE that crap. It's worthless. Tonikaku. See you. Another weekend in the same. Just one difference. There are no tears this one. (At least, until now)

Wind - Akeboshi - Naruto 1st Ending.

Veinticuatro

Mei Haku Yon Yuu San

Another mask

Writing in a language that is not mine. It hurts less I guess. It puts me beyond myself. Or beyond something. Or just beyond. I cannot explain how is that every day I become more angry, more acid. And the pain just doesn't stop. I cannot explain. I cannot stand. I cannot turn around and see, cause everywhere I see it's just that way. Pain. pain. pain. Sorrow. Unhappiness. I cannot explain. I cannot stand. I cannot run nor hide. Yesterday I cried. I didn't win anything but a few minutes of relief, because I couldn't stop. It's not fair for anyone. ........i cannot stand it.

Damn

Hasn't been good days these days. Very busy. Very lazy. Some of they sad. But that doesnt' sounds correct at all. The days cannot be sad or happy. It's me who is sad or happy. I didn't have much things to be happy. Instead of that, I found the other face of the coin. Movies and songs remind me of things that I wanted to forget. But I never forget. At all. I have the hability of remember most of the things that I see, hear, read or think. I walked on and look at sadness. I walked until I reach a place that I haven't been in a long time. I sat. I cryed. And then it became more difficult. Because I couldn't move my mind out of the thoughts that were coming out of it. The world wasn't made by a god. I came to the conclusion that this world is product of a cruel demon that laughs every time why fall, every time we cry, every time we try vainly to be happy. To love someone, to reach someone or something, to be good. Everywhere I look around I just see the same things every time. All is pain, all is horror, all is dissapointment. We live in a sack of meat that is constantly getting rotten, inflating, smelling bad. We want desperately to be with other beings like us, just to lost the desire and want to be with other beings, and we became mad when that beings want to be with others. We love people who doesn't love us. We hate people who loves us. We can't be ourselves. We can't be love whoever we want. We cannot be whoever we want to be. We live inmersed in pain...and there's nothing we can do. We cannot run nor hide. There is no escape. There is no peace. There is no point on living. And that's why I started to wep this evening. And it doesn't make sense, because it has no remedy. And there is no hope.

This is the best way that I've found...

As I said in my nick on my instant messenger. I am tired of ups and downs. Tired of doing and not doing. Even tired of feeling. Anger is what comes to me. Some envy, a little bit (well, a lot) of selfishness. And some tiredness... I just feel tired, because of the constant struggle that I have been to since a lot of time. And the constant struggle that I am. Struggle against myself and my feelings. Struggle with others. Struggle with all.

Well. Is not a struggle. It is a damn FIGHT in what I am. I try to hide it, but it comes and comes again and again...

And sometimes I feel relieved...

Until I wake up, and I turn back to myself......

Very Odd.

That's how I describe this weekend. I thought it would be hard and that I wouldn't have anyone to go out. Besides, I had a lot of homework. Nevertheless, I managed to finish my homework...somehow. I don't know how I did it, but I did it. Right, wrong, but I did it. And suddenly I realized too that I didn't need to go out to be ok. So I stayed home. Playing some old nintendo games. Walkin' around the town. I even found a friend that i haven seen in a long time. And I feel good about to see him. So I managed living. But I know that I need to do something in the week. Not just work, not just internet, not just sleeping. I need to activate myself. Not just routine. So, that's all for today.

Muse - Starlight.

Hoy

Dia Once de Octubre

Frases.

Típica frase del Phoenicoperus (saludos): "Heme aquí....."
Típica frase de M4st3r-X-: "CHIN@#DA MADRE"
Típica muletilla de PerseoX: "Aji ej"
El Mapache: "Ignorolo" (robada por Phoenicoperus), "fagocitar" (Robada a cierta chica de gran melena), "bueno", "pero bueno", "en fin frijoles".

A ver si estos días recuerdo mas.

Algo para quien lo necesite.

You might need some help.
You have people that have the will to help you
Maybe you think that nothing worths.
You may think twice.
You've got to care of yourself.
To go on.
Take the glue that people gives you.
Take the needle and the thread.
It may hurt.
But nothing last forever...
Even pain.

I hope you get better soon...but as I always say, take your time.

Lothlorien

Lothlorien. Galadriel protects it. The eldar live there. Fantasy of writers. Fantasy of artists. Fantasy of musicians. Lothlorien seems to me a place where the peace and the sanctity floats around, between the threes and de flowers, in the stream of rivers and the fresh water of the lakes. It reminds me something that I haven't lived. I think about it like i think about a place that lives in me. I can imagine it, and somehow, I feel like my soul is there. It's for just about a second, a minute, so little time.  The senses, often said as rude or not so pure as soul or mind, lead me to that place. Although I still sitting here, in my bedroom, today, Monday, September 25th of year 2006. But these words doesn't came from my room. They come from the deeps of Lothlorien forest...

Lothlorien - Enya

Lothlorien - The Lord of The Rings, the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack.

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Eso lo explica todo....

-Move along, move along like I know you do-

That is precisely what I am listening to at the time I am writing this post. As I said before. Music for every situation. At this time I feel odd. I was feeling well. Suddenly I wasn't feeling that good. Instead of that I was feeling bad. I felt the fear again. I felt the loneliness again. I felt that I couldn't do nothing good with my time. I just want to "move along" , instead of that, I am lying in my bedroom, scared and dissapointed. How things come. Doesnt it? At noon I was thinking about posting something more "happy" something that expressed how I was feeling. It's a shame that it couldn't be.

'Til tomorrow

Felicidades

La Valse D'Amélie

Contrario a mi tradición no creo poner la letra de esta canción ahora. ¡JA! La mayoría de ustedes, mis dos o tres lectores habran escuchado alguna vez esta linda pieza musical, que ambienta una de las películas más disfrutables de los últimos años: Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain (el Fabuloso destino de Amélie Poulain) o mejor conocida como "Amélie". Pasando el hecho de que la película es excelente (al menos a mi parecer) la banda sonora es suprema. Yo no puedo imaginar la película sin el ambiente que le da la música. Totalmente adecuado. Pero terminemos con la reseña. Simplemente se me antojo escribir con esa música. O más bien, la música me orillo a escribir en el blog. ¿A quién le ha sucedido? Orillado a hacer, pensar o recordar algo por la música. Yo creo que a muchos de nosotros. La música tiene la propiedad de atraer recuerdos y sensaciones asociadas a ella, del mismo modo que los aromas o las imágenes. ¿Tienes algo que escribir? ¿Tienes tú música para trabajar? ¿Musica para soñar? ¿Música para llorar?.....

Estando

Ciertamente hace rato que no escribia "en forma y con propiedad" (típico comentario de cuando se pasa mucho tiempo sin escribir + excusa apropiada) Yo no tengo excusa apropiada. Este continuum ha servido como una especie de descarga ante una necesidad a lo  mejor fundada, a lo mejor no, de ser escuchado o de sentir que algo sale de ese pequeño saco que cargo dentro de mi mente. ¿Qué caso exponer el corazón y el alma a millones de desconocidos? No sé. Tal vez sea esa nueva conciencia de "aldea global" en la que todos nos interconectamos de nuevo, ya no físicamente, pero a través de estos medios (alguna ventaja tenía que tener la tan nombrada globalización). Realmente tengo mucho que hacer, pero no lo hago, porque no se me antoja. Las obsesiones y los delirios bailan aun en mi cabeza (y a veces en mi estómago). Pero ahora tenia esas ganas de escribir. Esas ganas de sentir que el dia no había sido tan malo, a pesar de que poco me comunique con mis semejantes, a pesar de que poco comparti, pero aún así, sentí que el caminar me encajaba en esta realidad tan dispar, tan inverosímil. Hoy me tragué la ira. Ayer me tragué la rabia. Otros días me trago el dolor. Los días siguen transcurriendo. No como siempre. Estos días llueve. Eso es novedad en estas latitudes. Lo demás, simplemente transcurre. O escurre, como el agua de la lluvia. Ahi sigue el polvo. También el aire, y los locos que tratando de hacer su voluntad distraen mi atención de las cosas que en verdad importan. El amor. El amor que yo se que debe haber en alguna parte de mi ser. El que se asoma por las rendijas de mi "humanidá". Y yo, ahi estoy, queriendo salir. Pero no me dejo. Tengo miedo. Vivo donde no debo. No en el plano físico, sino en el temporal. Tonikaku. Se hace tarde hay que dormir.....turn off the light y descansa...

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Time goes by.

So, that's what people says. September doesn't seem as bad as it seemed last year. But still bad. Still bad. I cannot say much. I do not know. How and why? And I ask and I yell again and again. To life, to God, if it is supposed to exist. To the universe, why. And as usual I get no answer. NO ANSWER. That's how life comes out. And I lost my inspiration. May be I am boring my three readers. May be not. But I need to leave this burial (or at least part of it) somewhere. 

I still have odd thought....memories...

About a year was another life to me. I was sad sometimes, but generally I managed my living. It wasn't perfect. But it was better. Now. What's left of me?. A year ago a series of nightmares started. But the worst thing is that I won't wake up. 'Cause I am not dreaming at all. THIS is how life is. The fear of leaving in the worst way, the strange ideas. Pills aren't magic. It's amazing how everything turned out this way. Doesn't matter. It will end, probably in a terrible way, but it is going to end.

Rx

 

Veinticuatro.

Veinticuatro....el veinticuatro se fue.

Otro veinticuatro se fue.

Hoy veinticuatro hace seis meses que fue veinticuatro.

Hoy veinticuatro me quedo mas solo.

Solo soy uno.....

Tengo veinticuatro

Damn

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN......AAAAAAAHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ANGER, ANGER, ANGER, ANGER, SADNESS!!!!!!!

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Ups and downs.

That is how the days have been lately. Ups and downs. And it's becoming hard and difficult. I might need help...

Crazy Sunshine.....(I do not know why that's is bouncing in my mind)

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Feel Ill

That's right. In boy and mind. Not too much I can do. Not too much I can say. Just one thing. The xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx a very hard number. And about casualties. I do not know why somedays I feel not as bad, and other days I curse the day that I came to the world. I also stopped writing in my diary. Now I let the world to know the most sensible parts of myself. I do not know why. I do not know anything. I just think that I hope for the weekend. just to realize that are the saddest days of the week. That my life is passing by. That I feel that I am going to die miserably. Sometimes I forgot it. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I have fun. Sometimes I dare to dream about a good future. Usually I dare to dream about happiness. And I just hope everything come to an end. I cannot take more suffering. I just cannot. I cannot deal with the fear. I cannot deal with the pain. I am such a coward. IT IS SUPPOSED THAT ONE SHOULD FIGHT AND FIGHT AGAINST ALL ODDS, CONSIDER THE LIFE THE GREATEST TREASURE. But I just cannot feel that. It's becoming more and more difficult to go everyday, with a mask that everythings allright. I cannot even imagine to make my mother, sister, family, friends any suffering or pain. I am on the edge. I cannot stand it anymore...

(Update: I think that maybe I was just feeling not so well at the time I wrote this..., but I just need to scream sometimes, to release the things that I feel)

One year ago.

What was happening? I was not here. I was pursuing something. Pursuing a dream maybe. Or just pursuing a salvation ship. But I was doing something. I was thinking about doing something. Everything is so different right now. August is like the prelude of disgrace.

Memories

Being a total mess gave me some relief. I forgot the pain. I forgot the anxiety. I forgot the sadness. Now, I turn to myself again. The pain came back. The sadness is here...

One year ago...

I still want those...I can't still have them: http://nortedefuego.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiero-vivir.html

And it seems that I'll never be able to...

A little ashamed...maybe not so little.

This morning I feel a little ashamed. Mainly because I did somethings that time ago I said that I wouldn't do. But maybe that's ok. People change, as somebody wrote in his blog. Nevertheless I think that the essence of everyone is the same. Maybe we lose some of it, we grown and build aroun it, destroy it, cut it, but at least the very essence, the primary essence of ourselves (even ehen buddist say that we should forget that concept) is with us until the day of our departure.

I feel ashamed because I harmed myself with no reason...I harmed myself fisically, and mentally. I did things that I wasn't supposed to do, why? Because it's like if someother myself, sealed and tied all the time, wanted to go out. But he couldn't. He couldn't because I am so tied, so rigid that the only thing that happened to me was a hangover.

And because of that I couldn't enjoy the company of my friends.

It's almost like an insult.

So, I am ashamed. For me, for them.

Soy un incoherente.

Asi de simple

Sin mucho que decir.

But as usual, commiting some non-commercial plagiarism to a few songs...these night is all I have to say...

Father, father, father help us....

And seems that, as usual, the answer is no....

What are you wearing today.

And I am not talking about clothes. I refer to the masks. A very popular, somehow "clishé" subject. Are you wearing a mask? Or you show yourself always, everytime, day and night? Do you reveal what you feel, what you think, what you are? Or just wander with a fake smile, showing just what the mask let you show? Maybe a little, maybe nothing.

Or is your mask something like an aid? An artifact that helps you to control yourself, showing the parts that you might show in a moment, or helping you to hide from everyone, preventing harm?

Are you really yourself?

I don't know. That's why I made such questions. Meanwhile, I shall put down the sadness mask that I was wearing. So bad that every morning I open my eyes, and the mask is already on me.

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Why?

Why do I feel in the mood of posting when "I am not in my best mood"?
Listening to some songs, watching at the mess that I have. Wandering in my mind, when I wish to wander outside. Thinking about some stupid things like "do the mosquitoes buzz with their mouths or with the annus?" (that's not mine, that is from a parody that Aristofanes made about Socrates). Thinking about mythology. If our lifes are predestined or of we really have our fate in our hands. If it's true that some cruel god split us apart and if we will be looking for our half part the rest of our life. Thinking about if it is really necessary to look for someone or to love someone. If life is just like that. Be with someone and try to live stable. Or just try to have somebody at a moment, just for feeling good, just for not being alone. Somebody told me that we are not alone, we always have ourselves. The problem is when you don't even like yourself. Pretty problem. Pretty life. Try to achieve the love of someone and losing your life on it. Or being alone, and suffering about it. Or being stigmatized about it. Pretty issue. Or loving someone that will never love you. Cruel joke. So I yell What's the fuckin' point?

Mundo letras se muda temporalmente aca.

Semisonic.
Closing Time





Closing time

Open all the doors and let you out into the world

Closing time

Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every 
girl

Closing time

One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or 
beer

Closing time


You don't have to go home but you can't stay here


I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



Closing time

Time for you to go out to the places you will be from

Closing time

This room won't be open till your brothers or your 
sisters come

So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

I hope you have found a friend

Closing time

Every new beginning comes from some other 
beginning's end



I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



Closing time

Time for you to go out to the places you will be from



I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

I know who I want to take me home

Take me home



Closing time

Every new beginning comes from some other 
beginning's end

Tout est chaos

...Si je dois tomber de haut
Que ma chute soit lente
Je n'ai trouvé de repos
Que dans l'indifférence
Pourtant, je voudrais retrouver l'innocence
Mais rien n'a de sens, et rien ne va...

...Si la mort est un mystère
La vie n'a rien de tendre
Si le ciel a un enfer
Le ciel peut bien m'attendre
Dis moi,
Dans ces vents contraires comment s'y prendre
Plus rien n'a de sens, plus rien ne va...

Tout est chaos
A côté
Tous mes idéaux : des mots Abimés...
Je cherche une âme, qui
Pourra m'aider
Je suis
D'une géneration désenchantée, désenchantée

Does my memory....comfort you

....lack of knowledge has a source...
still my thoughts must run their course...
well it's ten years later and still I haven´t a clue

Que chula es Puebla...

Catedral de Puebla....un mes de abril.....

Actualizado: ¡¡¡¡ESTA ES LA CENTÉSIMA ENTRADA!!!!

Los baules del recuerdo.

Hoy hace un año.

http://nortedefuego.blogspot.com/2005/07/todo-me-vale-madre.html

Seguimos probando el consabido "Flock"

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The night.

The night is right. Right for feelings. Right for thoughts.
But night can be sad sometimes. Specially...lonely nights.
Today I want to write for myself. Only for myself. But writing here, makes the sense of being heard.

Who knows after all..?

Por favor...

Hace poco me llego un correo cadena. A mis contactos les he dicho hasta el cansancio que no me envíen esa clase de información. Respecto de todas las cartas cadenas les he dicho que por favor no sean ilusos. Esto me llego este día.

COMPUTADORES ERICSSON DE
DISTRIBUCIÓN GRATUITA

La sociedad Ericsson distribuye gratuitamente computadores
portátiles con la intención de contrarrestar a Nokia que ha
hecho lo mismo como estrategia de mercadeo. Ericsson tiene
como objetivo fundamental aumentar su popularidad, por este
motivo Ericsson distribuye gratuitamente el nuevo computador
portátil WAP.
Todo lo que hay que hacer es enviar este e-mail a ocho de tus
conocidos y en aproximadamente tres semanas, recibirás un
portátil Ericsson T18.
Si el mensaje es enviado a veinte personas o mas puedes
correr con la suerte de recibir un portátil Ericsson R320.
Para hacer efectiva esta oportunidad es importante que tome
en cuenta que debe enviar su e-mail con copia a:
anna.swelung@ericsson.com
Es importante tener claro que no se trata de una broma.
Compruébelo, dése gusto, regálese un computador portátil.

Buena suerte.


Ahora no me queda más que decir.


NO SEAN P**DEJOS.

On nights...

On nights, like these, when the world's a bit amiss
and the lights go down...across the trailer park.
I get down. I feel had.
I feel on the verge of going mad.
And then it's time to punch clock...

I look back, on where I'm from. And then I look what I became. And I still don't know what's going on.

I remember that I always seemed to be worried about something in different ages... But when I look back, I always seem happier than today.

and the strangest things seem, suddenly routine...

I am losing...

One ring to Rule them All.

Al menos eso fue lo que vino a la trastornada mente del perpetrador de este blog cuando vio esta imagen. No, no es un fotograma de la película de "El Señor de los Anillos", sino una fotografía tomada por el hoy indispuesto (o descompuesto) telescopio Espacial Hubble a la estrella Fomalhaut, de la Constelación Pez Austral (Piscis Australinus). El efecto lo dan una serie (bueno, millones) de partículas, que orbitan alrededor de la citada estrella.
Fomalhaut: La boca del pez.

Hoy

¿Te sientiste prácticamente destrozado?

Hace un año, en este mismo lugar.

ODA AL CEREAL.

¡Oh cereal!, alimento glorioso
pequeño, práctico y sabroso.

Deliciosas hojuelas tostadas
de diversos cereales envasadas

En caja y en bolsa siempre presente
en la lista de compra del super de enfrente

Avena y maiz. Arroz o granola
te consumimos a toda hora.

Primer alimento del dia
rapido cuando andamos en correrias

Ansia loca, hambre traviesa
por las tardes a mala hora empieza
y es el cereal, guardado en la alacena
el que calma el antojo hasta la hora de la cena

Intestino flojo,
problema embarazoso
la fibra existente,
lo termina para siempre.

¡Oh cereal! Comida versátil
gracias por hacer mi vida más fácil.

Sin palabras

Crossover....

With or without you.

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And Im waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied
My body bruised, shes got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you
With or without you

.......

So long ago I don't remember when...that's when they say I lost...............

I was realizing....

That I feel anxious since december 2004. I had a little breeze of happiness on January 23th. I alzo realize that I was somehow happy between february and march of 2005. As I told before...everything went down on may 2005. And now I realize that I cannot.....

Writing....writing....writing....

Sometimes life seems to be only a sucession of tragedies, sorrow and sadness. Most of the time...
And that is when I think, and think, and think. And I ask myself Why? And I know that I won't get any answer. Nobody in this universe can answer such question. At that moment, I answer myself. There is no point on this existence...

I turn everywhere and everything seems to be a futile effort to win a race or a competion against unhappiness. But is impossible to win. Everything is useless. Sooner or later...disgrace will reach you, and then you will be living with it. I do not deny that sometimes might be happiness and joy, but then I think again. What's the point, if it won't last enough....It will be never enough, even if it last a hundred years.

And then the sorrow will reign the life. When you laugh, there will be sorrow underneath..When you love, there is loneliness underneath.

Some people say: ok, then live, live and try to enjoy the most.
But is useless..when it is all over, you will not exist anymore, so It won't matter.

Las sabias palabras del Reverendo Alegría.

"This so called new religion is nothing but a pack of weird rituals and chants designed to take away the money of fools. Let us say the Lord's prayer 40 times, but first let's pass the collection plate."

Traduciendo al Castellano:

"Esta asi llamada nueva religión no es más que un montón de rituales extraños y cánticos diseñados para quitarle el dinero a los tontos. Mejor recémos la oración del Señor 40 veces , pero primero, pasaremos la canastilla de las limosnas".

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13 de junio...

Bloqueo.....

Situación de bloqueo total.....esperando remediarla en el curso de los próximos dias...hasta entonces...

Somebody told me.

Yesterday somebody told me that I have to feel. That I can stop turning my psychic pain into physical pain by talking about it. Acknowledging it, I should awake and start to recognize what I feel. Once that I have recognized and accepted my feelings, is when I will start living.

But why. Why am I so scared about living...There are somethings that I am feeling right now. One of them is sadness...I am scared of becoming even more alone. Fear. I have fear about telling what I feel.

Sometimes I just do not understand myself. In moments like that I wish that I were not here, or anywhere.

But one thing is certain...the force that is moving me through the world, the time, and the life at this time is one....HOPE...

I "hope" not to lose it.

Primeras impresiones.

Como algunos de ustedes ya han de saber, he hecho ultimamente un cambio tecnologico. Así es. ¡¡¡¡SOY UN SWITCHER!!!!!!!!.

Las primeras impresiones que tengo son la impresionante agilidad del sistema operativo, las multiples prestaciones del mismo. Claro, para conectarme a una red tuve que investigar un poco y jugar con las configuraciones, pero al final lo logré y con resultados satisfactorios.

Es simple y sencillamente un software excelentemente logrado, con bastantes ventajas para la productividad....

Una vez que uno se acostumbra, ya que hay muchos aspectos diferentes, como el hecho de que no se depende tanto del click derecho, un uso un poco mas consciente de los atajos de teclado, ademas de que uno busca cosas en lugares donde no las encontrará, básicamente debido a la costumbre.

Más sin embargo, insisto, es algo maravilloso en cuanto a tecnología y ergonomía.

Efectivamente

No tiene torre...

Ver mas alla de lo evidente.

"El iMac no tiene torre, no preguntéis por ella"

Peligrosa Obsesion.

Mi peligrosa obsesion....

A pesar de que el blog de las artes es el otro....

Hoy es Veintinueve de Abril.
Día Internacional de la Danza.

Gracias al arte...

¿Por qué sera?

Ahora hablare de algo extraño para este blog, común para muchos otros. Tecnología. Así es. Y la pregunta que planteo en el título se refiere al hecho de que muchas veces por alguna extraña razon las tecnologías que adopta la mayoría de usuarios no son las mejores. Un ejemplo claro de esto es la máquina de escribir o, su versión moderna, los teclados de computadora. ¿Saben que los teclados QWERTY estan de hecho diseñados para reducir la velocidad de escritura? Así es. En sus inicios, las maquinas de escribir estaban acomodadas en orden alfabético. Luego, en vista de que los primeros mecanógrafos eran muy rápidos, lo que causaba que a veces se trabaran los mecanismos, el teclado fue dispersado, de modo que las teclas que mas se usaban quedasen separadas.

Volvamos a la modernidad. Hace ya varios años, IBM se dedico a desarrollar un sistema operativo de 32 bits. OS/2 nació antes que el afamado Windows 95. Era, efectivamente, un sistema operativo ( no como Windows 3.1/3.11, que corria sobre el MS-DOS). Yo tuve la oportunidad de tenerlo instalado en mi vieja 486 con 4 mb en RAM. Y corria bien. No era lento, a pesar de que el sistema era extremadamente básico. E incluso podias correr windows sobre OS/2, sin necesidad de inicio dual o cambio de particiones.

Proveia de un sistema de archivos bastante mas eficiente que el entonces omnipresente FAT. El HPFS (High Performance File System), bastante antes de que NTFS saliera de la plataforma de Windows NT. Conectividad de Red, plug and play básico. (jajaja eso es para todos aquellos que jamás en su vida intentaron instalar cualquier cosa en windows 3.11 y estan acostumbrados a "conectar y usar"). Varias opciones de incipiente conectividad a internet cuando windows 95, ni siquiera incluyo navegador en su primera versión. Era un sistema realmente bueno. Bien diseñado. El problema. IBM creo que carecía de "Glamour". Apple estaba en decadencia en esa época. Aunado esto existieron pocas aplicaciones para el sistema. Si, menos que para el Mac, mucho menos. La unica suite existente era la Lotus Smart Suite. (al menos que yo conociera).

Y todo este palabrerio tecno-histórica ¿para que?

Pues solo para ilustrar ese extraño fenómeno. Ahora Windows Vista trae muchas características "nuevas". Sidebar, gadgets, interfaz "Aero", buscador y carpetas que agrupan automaticamente elementos previamente seleccionados. Ahora, usuarios de pc, les voy a mostrar una aplicación interesante:
iTunes, el reproductor multimedia de Apple. Si ven a la izquierda, en el panel se aprecian sus carpetas inteligentes: Recently played y Top 25 played, que agrupan automaticamente las canciones a que se refiere. Arriba a la derecha, la caja de busqueda, en la que al introducir las primeras letras de una canción nos son mostradas casi en tiempo real las opciones coincidentes.

De modo que yo tengo una pregunta. ¿Qué tiene de nuevo Windows Vista?. Estas características estan presentes en el MacOS X Tiger. No solo en iTunes. La tecnología no esta avanzando mucho en este sentido, sino que mas bien, parece ser que se esta tratando de "sobrevivir" en un mercado o acallar a las grandes masas que utilizamos windows, trayendo toda esta "nueva tecnologia.

Vista tendra un "Sidebar" donde pondremos miniaplicaciones o gadgets . A mi me suena al Dashboard de MacOs, donde podemos poner Widgets (miniaplicaciones). Interfaz Aero...la interfaz del Mac se llama Aqua.

No niego que muchos de los productos de microsoft son buenos. Incluso Windows no es del todo malo. Pero cuando la creatividad se pierde tanto, de modo que se tienen que andar copiando conceptos de todas partes... mmm eso ya se siente muy forzado.

Es todo por hoy, esperamos comentarios

Confusion that never stops (a.k.a. where is my mind)

Suddenly I feel strange...It might be the holidays. I am not busy, I am not working and I am just being lazy and thinking stuff that may be I should not be thinking of.

But certainly, is not my mind of what I am concerned about. I'm concerned about the things that lie beneath my mind. It's possible to say that is my heart and my soul.

Why am I listening to songs that open my mind, or lead it to an unpleasant state? That's easy. Well, not that easy.

I am deeply confused. Times go by. Life goes on. But as I read in some blogs, it only seems that it is always to be that way. I live worried. I live anxious. What am I posting that shit in a place like this. Because I need to be heard.

I live full of fear. Full of hatred. Full of nostalgia. Full of physical and mental pain. I have forgotten what self-steem is.

But I also live with hope, between all this confusion. But I HOPE that it will make some sense...

Y otro dia mas....

De otro año mas, en un mundo tal vez no tan maravilloso. De hecho doloroso muchas veces.
Pero como distinguir la luz de la oscuridad si no existiese esta ultima.
Como distinguir la alegria del dolor.

Tal vez si me este haciendo mas sabio.

Es solo cuestión de poner en práctica lo aprendido.
Es eso lo más complejo.

Agradezco estar aqui, a pesar de que a veces no lo sienta y de tenerlos a mi lado.

My so Called Art....

My So called Art...

In my hometown. 

Yahoo no se queda atras...aqui una lista parcial de sus servicios.

• Ask Yahoo! permite plantarle al buscador una pregunta en cualquier idioma, y este buscará una respuesta para la misma
• Blo.gs permite crear blogrolls o revivir actualizaciones de feeds por correo electrónico, aunque seguramente sea más conocido como un servicio para hacer ping con el blog. Yahoo! lo compró en el verano del 2005.
• Buzz Game es un ficitio juego de la bolsa, te permite comprar acciones de nuevas tecnologías emergentes y comerciar con ellas. Es muy similar a BlogShares pero no está limitado a blogs.
• del.icio.us es un agregador social de marcadores. Los usuarios pueden añadir sus enlaces, etiquetarlos (taggearlos) y compartirlos con los demás. (+info)
• Dialpad fue comprado por Yahoo! en verano de 2005 y ofrece el popular servicio de Voz sobre IP, el cual permite llamar a teléfonos fijos y móviles a bajo coste, esta junto con otras tecnologías vienen incluidas en Yahoo! Messenger.
• Flickr es uno de los servicios más populares, el cual permite subir y compartir fotografías. Flickr proporciona 20MB de subidas por mes para tus fotos.
• Kelkoo es una tienda online que compara precios, fue comprada por Yahoo! en el 2004 para potenciar sus servicios europeos de compra online.
• My Yahoo! es un portal que te permite personalizar qué tipo de información te gustaría recibir. Combina noticias, marcadores, información bursatil, metereológica, resultados deportivos y mucho más.
• My Yahoo! Ticker Es una aplicación descargable que proporciona información en tiempo real de noticias, de la bolsa e información metereológica y que te permite añadir canales RSS adicionales.
• Oddpost es un fantástico sistema de correo electrónic sobre la web el cual incluye un aggregador de noticias. Fue adquirido por Yahoo! en el 2004 y será la base del próximo Yahoo! Mail.
• SBC Yahoo! DSL servicio de Yahoo! y SBC con el cual ofrecen conexión DSL (ADSL) (No disponible en España)
• Upcoming es un calendario social de eventos. Los miembros pueden añadir evento y compartirlos con otros usuarios, los cuales también podrán añadir estos.
• Yahoo! es el portal principal que sirve de puerta de enlace a todos los servicios de Yahoo!
• Yahoo! 360 es un servicio aun en fase BETA el cual permite interconectar grupos de amigos, les permite crear sus blogs y compartir fotografías. Además permite añadir canales RSS personalizados e interactuar con una gran parte de los servicios de Yahoo!
• Yahoo! Address Book es parte de Yahoo! Mail , pero al cual se puede acceder mediante un sobdominio propio. Permite gestionar todos tus contactos de una manera sencilla.
• Yahoo! Alerts te permite suscribirte a una búsqueda en concreto y recibir los resultados en el correo electónico, la mensajería instantanea o en el teléfono movil.

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