Tuesday, October 19, 2004
"Reencarnación"
"Fui la doncella que
huyo en tu corcel,
o en la prehistoria yo
te cubrí con mi piel,
o la sirena queun vikingo enamoró
y abandono llorando su traición.
Ah, no quiero enamorarme ya..."
Arrasando; Thalía.
The milky white sky, though the inverse of the black nothingness of the universe, was nontheless engrossing and captivating. The day after judgement day, after all life on earth has been extinguished, will clouds still drift as if symbols of dreams bygone? When a life here is no more, what is beyond it and who decides its destiny (if there is such a thing) or does everything simply stop--suspended in a moment in time. Eternal silence and lazy inertia; is this what the fate of the ingenios and corrupt creation aspires to?
When life comes to an end, who is to say that the wind will still blow, that the sun will continue to rise, that the moon will always watch over and keep secrets in the night? There may come a time when all trapped in the crypt will be whispered in every dark corner of the world.
Who knows? These words may be written to be the ones who call up the manevolent power of anti-creation. Destruction will then be the future of the ambiguously loving and evil earth...
'pero cuando eso se perpetúa, aún se puede crear otra vez.'
¶ 12:08 AM
huyo en tu corcel,
o en la prehistoria yo
te cubrí con mi piel,
o la sirena queun vikingo enamoró
y abandono llorando su traición.
Ah, no quiero enamorarme ya..."
Arrasando; Thalía.
The milky white sky, though the inverse of the black nothingness of the universe, was nontheless engrossing and captivating. The day after judgement day, after all life on earth has been extinguished, will clouds still drift as if symbols of dreams bygone? When a life here is no more, what is beyond it and who decides its destiny (if there is such a thing) or does everything simply stop--suspended in a moment in time. Eternal silence and lazy inertia; is this what the fate of the ingenios and corrupt creation aspires to?
When life comes to an end, who is to say that the wind will still blow, that the sun will continue to rise, that the moon will always watch over and keep secrets in the night? There may come a time when all trapped in the crypt will be whispered in every dark corner of the world.
Who knows? These words may be written to be the ones who call up the manevolent power of anti-creation. Destruction will then be the future of the ambiguously loving and evil earth...
'pero cuando eso se perpetúa, aún se puede crear otra vez.'
¶ 12:08 AM
