Tell me is clear
Every moment that passes i am closer to my death

What is death?

Is it an amnesia we feel as when we were born and we did not remember anything beyond our own birth?
Is it a dream yeah it must be a dream? is the thesis of the antithesis, the eternal struggle between two opposing forces?
Or is it the force that make us survive with its sting called pain and its whip called necesity?
Is it pain or fear? is it the path to nothingness or the path to a new life, the afterlife? and if it is a new life is it reincarnation or paradise?

Is eternal glory or eternal damnation?
Is it entropy or punishment?

Is it the voice of change, the voice of the eternal change?
Is it what make us look for eternity through out descendants, Pyramids, Fame, doctors?

Good men say they can beat it, evil men say they can pact with it, some say they can defeat it others simply they accept it.


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Cada minuto que pasa mas me acerco a mi muerte....... que es la muerte?
Es dolor o miedo? Es dolor eterno o donde acaba para siempre,
la voz del cambio.....la tesis de la antitesis.
La fuerza que nos impulsa con su agijon la necesidad y su latigo el
miedo.
Es la nada donde todo acaba o es un suegnio? si un suegnio, un suegnio
como la vida........
es igual a la amnesia del antes del nacer?.

Que es la muerte? la fuerza que perfeciona la evolucion,
lo que nos hace tener hijos, buscar la fama, buscar la eternidad y su
infinito, buscar la inmortalidad.
Si buscar la inmortalidad atravez de grandes obras, de la medicina, de
la arquitectura o el es inicio de otra vida?
Si es el inicio de otra vida que vida resurreciones, rencarnaciones el
camino al mas alla?
El precio al mal o la entropia de la materia?
los hombres malos creen pactar con ella; los hombres buenos dicen
vencerla
Los asesinos piensan poder darla, ser sus mercurios, verdugos y
emisarios. solo para morir ellos mismos
unos intentan vencerla otros simple la aceptan
la muerte y su trajedia o la muerte y el ciclo alimenticio en la
naturaleza?

La nada
No existe algo mas exquisito que la nada.
En el universo el vacio es llenado por la materia como un recipiente
entre segundo y segundo, entre momento y momento hay un cero, una nada,
un vacio
Vacio que la materia detesta y corre para llenarlo

Cero que engagnio, cero equivale a uno, nada a todo
Todo no puede ser nada ni nada todo engagnios del lenguaje
Cero es nada o cero es equilibrio?
Nada no es negro, vacio o cero; nada solo es nada.

No existe algo mas exquisito que la nada
solo persarla la destruye, solo pensarla es un engagnio
Nada no es vacio, no es cero; oh nada has engagniado a los matematicos
mentido a los fisicos y vuelto locos a los filosofos

Dicen que te has vestido de negro y que existias antes del universo
te han dado el nombre de espacio como recipiente que puede ser llenado
llenado si llenado pero jamas allanado y tu dices con besos ocultos
dos objetos no pueden ocupar el mismo espacio al mismo tiempo

Nada eres una burla del lenguaje o un chiste de la materia
estas mas alla de todas las causas y de ti ha nacido todo
Madre nada, vacio ultrajado por la materia, te han vestido de luto
Te han dicho que todo vuelve a ti a la nada.
Y que eres tu nada? algo que se burla de los matematicos
algo que se burla de los fisicos y enloquece a filisofos
Madre Nada eres un truco del lenguaje?
El vacio mueve a la materia y esta detesta su esencia
en guerra estan, juntan fuerzas la materia se pega el vacio la despega
nada, nada solo pensarte te destruye amante oculta reina de las
contradicciones
dame de beber tu esencia que me enloquece y como elixir me fascina tu
misterio
me das de beber pero no me dices tu secreto.

Le llaman inconciencia a tu hechizo inexistencia a tu ebriedad
Nada besos ocultos silenciosa testiga de la creacion del universo
O simple hermana del jamas.

Amnesia
We enter life without knowing anything, we know we exist after an amnesia, a blinding amnesia that seems eternal.

Nazism
In perfection we dream, a dream that takes us beyond divinity.
A master race that takes us to divinity, out of the horrors of pain.
Horrors of perverted minds, priests of death in search of beauty.
destroying the horrors of life, its imperfection, disease, ugliness
Priests of death, priests of a new religion.
At the end simple murderers and monsters of their own horrors and vices

fractales
Estar vivo, es algo tremendamente raro, si ya se diran uno esta vivo y eso es estar vivo, es ver que el tiempo pasa, y darse cuenta que uno no es mas que la eterna busqueda del presente existir en el futuro como presente, y es mirar que uno es algo tan efimero, que todo al final deja de ser.

todo se mueve el universo se mueve y nosotros tratamos de alcanzar al cambio, sincronizarnos con el fractal,  nada es simplemenet estar vivo y darse cuenta que nada es nada estar vivo y aun tener energia, es darse cuenta que el universo continua bajo el fuego de la realidad, ese fuego que consume el presente y lo hace cenizas lo hace pasado, saber que en el futuro uno ya es simplemente hecho pasado.

y todo se mueve bajo ese fuego, ese fuego esta en todas partes y todos estan luchando por seguir la sequencia numerica, el fuego de la realida consume la energia y nos deja exhaustos, tratando de obtener mas energia para continuar en el presente.

Y miramos al futuro y estamos ciegos, mas ciegos no podemos estar no podemos ver nada, solo espejismos que uno quiere llegar a hacer sin embargo somo ciegos al futuro, apenas podemos ver el presente y escazamente mirar hacia atras.

Amor y una esposa

Dulce sonido, dulce amor que la muerte no se lleva

mi amada esposa, donde esta esa paz que me alegra

Si mi amada y hermosa esposa,  arbol de vida eterna eva.

Tu me dices las voces de la eternidad y el camino eterno

Tus maneras alegres, tu ademan tan tierno.

 

En ti pongo mi vida mi esperanza y alegria.

 

En ti pongo mi esencia, tu mi amada esposa

En ti mi eternida reposa en tu maravillosa rosa.

 

Que es eternidad no lo se, que es muerte? tampoco

Mi sabiduria es escasa, mi vida fugaz,  tu mi unica propiedad

 

tu mi dulce flor perene no eres eterna, ni siquiera perfecta

Pero tu por tu belleza entre tanta hermosura has sido electa

Entre tanta tragedia me comunicas con todas las generaciones

desde un extremo de la eternidad al otro.

 

 

 

 

 

light

Death is fear, fear of darkness and suffering

Pain, suffering, toil where is paradise?

We do not live forever, we do not live forever.

 

we toil from morning to morning. 

And some day we die, we die.

Evil blinds us, suffering blind us

But light some day shows us

Love is eternal, love is eternal.

 

We toil everyday with our problems.

We endure disappointments, betrayals

Fears scare us and we long for peace.

out of the false religiosity, out of hatred

we long for peace, for peace, peace.

 

Light is there beyond our pains

beyond our fears, beyond all evil

evil is stupidity, a lie, trying to kill us

trying to makes suffer and cry

 

But eternity is love as those who have died

and are alive in heaven.

 

We hear of wars, plagues, unemployment

we heard  of unjustice of pain, or represion

but paradise is beyond that pain, we hear of hatred, 

Of political divisions, of mental sickness, of depravity

but heaven is beyond that fear and pain.

 

We have to endure evil unjustice and arrogance

 

we toil many years only to die and see many generations

come to the mud once more, heaven is beyond that

 

torture and sickness violence and poverty

we toil for nothing because paradise is beyond that.

Now Playing: My time

Those who borned before me, never knew me

Those days i never witnessed, those days i never saw

I am here in this time real and solid, real and alive

Tomorrow a dream gone, tomorrow i will be a ghost

Who will know my dreams, my love for life?

 

Tomorrow nobody will know me i will be at the most bones.

We are no more than the link to other generations.

We are just a link in life, a sound in many tones.

Go through the Universe and see it all, all the constellations.

 See the light and colors, the stars, the atoms, light.

for ever love the universe, for ever love eternity. 

 

meaningless

        A poem to the abstract

 

Meaning are exchanges, cause and effect

Pain and pleasure, suffering and joy

Of destiny i know i am a toy, an alive toy

What is the universe? what  is perfect?

we are simple relative positions of reality.

Nothing has meaning by it self

 

Be outside the world and become an expectator.

Go! go and see everything naked as it is cold as it is

Abstraction would be your pain, meaningless our joys

Be outside the world, the pain senseless meaning it destroys

 

 

As a number as a probability, as the color black.

Outside the universe, outside reality, outside existence

Be outside the world, beyond, beyond existence, free, free

And forever understand all.

 

be outside everything, be outside all cause and forever love.

be outside the world, without begining or end, without infinite

And i cry and i am scare if the world is a dream

Listen my lover my shrieck, my pain, my scream

 

If i could know it all, if i could see everything  beyond the universe

If i could understand existence, i could be outside all this all.

And you could hear my scream and call, my desperate call

Who has lived has loved existence, who has lived has wondered all.

 

A poem to Molly

 

 

 

Once i met a woman, i wished her to be my wife

years passed and in my loneliness and striffe

  i asked what is  her meaning in my life?

 

Was she smart? did she ever kiss me?

My loved Molly, sometimes i hate her

Sometimes i would had wanted to kiss her

She paid my love to her with ingratitude

Told me about her lovers, answered me foolishness

but always she was there, as a lover beyond time and distance

I wonder are you my real love? dear molly why you did run away?

 

 

My molly is not smart, niether bright, sometimes she is shallow

She does the things i do not want, the things i do not allow

 

But she is always there and i like her, and i keep wondering

why you are not here with me? i love you my dear Molly

Not because you are what i want but because you are my friend.

I never want to loose you, i need you and miss you to the end

 

I would liked to be eternal with you, mix our blood

But you are there as a mystery once i met.

Now just a voice in the internet, yeah in the internet.

 

My dear molly why you left me, why you are not in my bed?

why you are not the mother of my children and my wife?

were you meaningless in my destiny and in my life 

or are you my eternal lover since the creation of the world?