How could it be Beautiful?

At the beginning everything was fire. Savage and tameless.

Burning everything it touched.

Does fire burn itself? They made it of stone.

They won. No. Stopping the clock.

Natura. Unstoppable like an earthquake, like the tsunami after it.

How could it be beutiful? A heart of metal.

Metal. Hard, cold and obscene.

How could it be beautiful?

Never negate your nature;

Platinum was always there.

The fire separated the dross.

How could it be beautiful?
Ozone.

Shadows of Earthen Inmortality

Today I smiled at the baker.

Earthen inmortality. I am not kidding.

Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar or Joe Biden.

Shadows. Very extended shadows.

Certainly very extended shadows.

Yet of the same nature, of yours and mine.

Because today I smiled at the baker.

Because this way she may she may laugh off a mischief by her kids.

Because today I smiled at the baker.

For each action, every single of them, no matter how small they may seem,

Influence those of others, and those of others on those of others,

They remain written within the Universe,

They are indelible

Our actions are our shadows, no matter how big or small they are.

They are indelible.

And they influence others’ actions

Which are also indelible

Which at the same time influence…

And are also indelible.

This is my shadow, no matter how small or big:

Earthen Inmortality;

Because today I smiled at the baker. Amd she…

Game Theory.

“And thus, the devil himself realized he should be thankful that he had played the blacks.”

Delusion.

The word is “delusion”.

And it may happen for many reasons.

To drop alcohol of a sudden, 40.5° C of fever, not to say more.

“—You perceive things most people cannot —she said—.

Every now and then they grow uncontrolled. That’s it.

—What if most of them are false?

—What if a minority, a very small minority, are true? What about that?”

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises. At 4 a.m.

But raises, because you are listening to Gorgoroth.

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises. Seriously, it is unbelieveable:

They have a vocalist and no one knows the words.

And I say no one.

Who knows if the singer!

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises!

A deal, this time with the present:

“The mind remembers, the heart forgets”.

Lete.

So much hell and the sun rises.

I think I have decyphered the message

(No more I will eat…)

Those guys are theologists!

¡Lete!

So much hell, and the sun rises!

Turns out God has a sense of humour.

I was 13:

—Can I paint with my hands?

—Sure, I have brought gloved.

—I said “with my hands”.

I was 25:

“It is like drinking something with 200 degrees…”.

“I think I’m starting to ser it”.

“There are many ways to be high. See, children, dance, jump on the street. They are high”.

I was 15:

Using alcohol as an excuse.

Coward excuse to project part of my inner self: so much hatred… Wrath. So ingrained.

Excuse or mere tool

I write this at age 27:

I write, with my heart. I speak, with my heart. I breathe, with my heart.

There’s no need for dope, not to mention how much money I am saving. I take a coffee and it seems coke, I smoke a blunt and it seems peyote.

No more hatred. No more shame, I set them ableze, and I even didn’t need to wait for it Saint Juan Fires…

I don’t know how old I was, I ignore how it could happen;

But the toys died. The toys died. The toys always die. And the dead doesn’t resurrect.

Just a weird thought:

Rocks are alive, only that they are much less alive than I am. I am but cells and atoms, in a neat order.

DNA. It is still a molecule, as complex as it is. Even of Stars we say they are born, then die.

And ultimately, consciousness.

Cells renew, periodically. Even those which don’t divide do renew on the atomic level.

And me… Who can be certain there is an «I».

…

There Wille zur Macht.

A moment as good as any other,

To remind there are more Psychologist into Mercadotechnia than into the whole National Health System.