Music = Life

And the princess found many knights on her way, even dressed up somehow her beauty would glow through her skin. Those foolish games... I will never again make the princess chase her angel, It is only a reflection of what I have mistaken myself with, somebody who gave a damn... I killed the princess without her ever getting to see her love again... her mission failed and either that or endure yet another attempt of suicide. Have you ever watched Silent Hill the movie? the part when the little girl was burnt repeated itself inside my hollow thoughts the other day... I need to write it, I need to, I tried not to, I'm sick of writing autobiographic lies. This is me bending with pain on the floor, with once again a broken heart in the middle of my chest... I used to love Tchaikovsky, philosophize about art and flying... Enough, this is enough. Bow down and stare n wonder, how the Fenix is born again. The angel never was. The angel never will be. The angel got lost in another story, with...

I have to say this, I am a believer. Things happen in life, things that we cannot control. Once upon a time she was mugged, she cried until she couldn't stand up because of the pain. If there is any relation between the title and what I'm writing now... it's a miracle. An angel appeared out of nowhere, he took care of her, he kissed and embraced her, he promised everything was to be ok, and so it was. Many years went by, new knights came looking for the princess, she had already gone far away. She had to dress up like a royal knight, just to be able to take a horse and go in search of her guardian angel, she sold her crown to get some money for the long trip, she was even thinking of selling her soul if necessary. But those things... that we never control acted on her behalf, a weird force that she made a vow to retribute showed her a way to get closer to the angel without having to face so many dangerous creatures that would come up in her way, every knight should go and r...

So dear fellows. Once again I must apologise for not writing in such a long time, I just didn't have anything interesting to write about. Now I don't have anything interesting but I just want to know your opinion's over the faboulous time of the year that is CARNAVAL, well let me put it this way, I was wondering where in the world people celebrate that holiday, Bolivia's Carnaval is quite interesting, but I would greatly appreciate if anybody would tell me about other costumes around the world. Well now I have to go and actually study, I hate Programation so bad!

ok tonight is christmas eve, I can't fight against getting all sentimental. Well I can. Yesterday I was gaining my little space in the ficticious heaven we are told to believe in, I was giving away christmas cards, it was just an excuse to see my friends and to hug some people of course, well I was on wheels, I had the car for the afternoon, then somebody, this could only happen to me, crashed my car while it was parked and ran away like most people would. To make things worse I have no car insurance so this means I have to pay the mechanic with my NEW YEAR PARTY FUND. So there it goes my trip to Trinidad. Well the point here is that it is really interesting how we have turned to be irresponsible in all we do, I haven't yet met a person that is honest 100% of the time, values (although I do not want to accept it) are really being forgotten, like they were overrated. And around this time of the year our lack of these fellows becomes more obvious, hipocrecy is in the air just lik...

So hello kids. Last night life gave me a pleasant surprise; I went for the weekend (I am still in my weekend) to Santa Cruz to visit my family, well life, time, and the awesome Cochabamba weather made my day, made my week, made my year I think. I am totally obsessed with the elements (fire, water, air, earth, etc) and last night was WATER'S night. I cannot say I was reborn like what whappened before. But man did I feel like I was high? yeah I did, it rained a lot, literally a lot, the roads were like pools, if you walked for about 3 sec under the rain and you would be soaked, I am not exagerating, It also GRANIZO qhich is the closest thing we have to snowing... I was listening to my music as loud as my ears could stand. (Panic!) out of masoquism you would say I was tempted to dance and get soaked, did I do it? yes! yeah, everybody just looked at me with the weirdest faces ever, but i didnt care. This time my communion with the elements wasn't as pure as the last one, I didn...

So one day when I had nothing at all to do I decided to waste my time in this really cool web page that I was adviced to visit www.estoyencontacto.net well it's in spanish but man it's just so cool, it's all about philosophy and interesting stuff, like radio programs transmitted trough this awesome thing that is the comuter. Ok let's cut to the chase, basically what I'm trying to talk about today is closing cycles, ending circles, it seems like all of our lives we spend our time and energy chasing things, situations, people, opportunities, and living our own just-like-everyone else's live's history. It is really easy for us mortals (funny) to fall again and again at the same points, make the same mistakes, find ourselves in the same situations over and over again... like a neverending fall or disease. I have a physics example for what I am saying, imagine you are driving a car really really fast, and you are going around circles, there is only so much veloc...

This is not going to be a smart post, or a literature, philosophy reated one so pleasae stop reading it if you are not in the mood of reading what plain me has to say. This is a post to honor those deceased, I barely met them, but right now with what happened my mind is just shocked and I have to say that I'm feeling really shalow having the life I am having and that I wish they were still alive. To Mike and to my cousins' friend... may their souls rest in peace, they were my age and because of accidents they are not here anymore, it feels weird to have met them and then thinking on their bodies no longer holding a life within them. Life is so fragile...

Don't even get me strted on identity! Who are we in the end... According to the magnificent WIKIPEDIA (I owe them a couple of school asignements) : the identity relation is normally defined as the relation that is held only between a thing and itself. That is, identity is the two-place predicate. After a reflexive afternoon talking with a new philosopher (really I know a philosopher!) I came to the conclusion taht just as the relativity of reality there is a relativity of identities. Let me put it this way, A is A only when A is identical to A, the same time, the same place, the same object, the same particle. This of course brings crazy ideas to my head, like i.e. ....let's take Einstein's relativity theory (the way I learnt it please because it is so much easier to understand) basically light travels in straight lines and when it hits something either it reflets, deflects or goes trough, if it reflects it creates an angle right, and that way the Hipotenuse is longer than ...

So this is the first bog I write that is suited for all the ones who asked me to write in English so they could understand... hectic life... I love it, well Friday night I went to a really deeply interesting conference, which was held by some young Latin-American writers... very cool, very nice. well what held my attention was what they talked about, they managed to talk for about 2 hours about the autobiography, the use of language and the existence of reality... I cannot just accept everything people tell me without making my own opinions about stuff.... so I was quite interested in the talks although I have to admit that a few times I almost passed out, logged off conscience and was about to snore, but somehow I managed to stay awake, man, I went out Thursday night until like 4 am I was friggin tired, in the end... I wasn’t even supposed to go to the conference but somehow... let me call it destiny, I went. ok this is where this gets readable... writing is in itself an the art of th...