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Todo se suma de varias formas, y de varias formas interesantes se siente… Un gusto, sentir ausencia, partes de mi, y mirar dentro… sentir… sentir mi mundo, y delante.

Luz, Sol y Carne… Delirio y Piel… Fuego en pedazos…

Ausencia de un mundo imaginario. Nadie sabe, nadie escribe, nadie canta, llora o grita… pero repiten… todos repiten…. radio, TV, y la pancarta roja en la ventana de guagua.

Lavados de churre y lodo, lavados de ellos mismos repiten el eco nocturno, acantilados ajenos. Y se lavan, se bañan, se arrancan de su piel originalidad y valor; y en disfraces de nadie, de alguien sin nombre ni sonido, de murales en barrios chinos, salen a cantar en grupo canciones de enemigos, sus propios anti-ellos.. sin saberlo, sin saberlo.

Mujeres y feminismo. Politicos y derechos humanos. Libertad de prensa, expresión y doscientas causas en conflicto. Hilando banderas de ejércitos en guerra, representan varios lados, el holocausto, la ofensiva y los agredidos.

Bajo canciones de justicia, derechos y libertad, plantan sus botas sobre oprimidos, sobre inocentes y observadores, sobre quien sea toque la puerta, diga hola, en el horizonte de sus agendas, traumas y deseos de “justicia”… Cristianos, católicos de este siglo, con banderas multicolores, con nombre de feminismo… Hay veces en gritos de libertad, hay veces en solo gritos.

Ejercito de miedos es lo que le llamo, moviendo el mundo bajo pancartas de dudas, del “que puede pasar?” y “piensen en los niños”.

Al final es la misma letra en diferentes himnos. La misma letra de miedo, y predecible como siempre, la diferencia de ritmo.

Robo, se roban a ellos su identidad y a otros algo mas… ladrones de ellos mismos.

Diary – Day 9

Well, another day spent doing nothing. To be fair, not exactly. Nighttime was nothing, but during the day I finished a couple of rolls and shot a little bit of digital. I am enjoying a lot more film these days, besides I started to shot wide again, haven’t done those in a while, 50mm is just boring.

Setting that aside, the weather got crappy, a little bit of rain. I do like the 60s temperatures, haven’t had those in a while, it feels good. Reminds me of the bay area, now I need to find hills, hippies and thrift stores :D

But overall didn’t do much, and I don’t like it. It makes me go back to base, sort of speak. Good thing I have a couple more of rolls to develop and finished a new photo. Anyways, I am feeling bored right now.. bored and sleepy.

You know that is something that I want to start doing, sleep more… Low on energy doesn’t work. Anyways… bye for now.. I am really not feeling it anyways, or rather feeling anger for not doing more, and tiredness. Both at the same time, and anger also because instead of sleeping, I’ll be going to go to bed late and consequently wake up tomorrow tired, and didn’t get anything in return.

So it is free low energy day… Grrrr… well, I think I am going to make a big list of things I am forbidden to do, hang it on the wall and paint some kind of evil character next to each item just to remind me.

Good night for now.


Diary – Day 8

Well, it have been a week of ramblings, and today it has been a peaceful day. A day empty of of distractions and full of time just to do nothing. Sometimes I feel it is important just to go out and do nothing, enjoy everything, whatever comes, just time to be.

On other news I have discovered this can’t really be a diary since a diary is supposed to keep everything in it. This pieces in reality hold truths about me but excluding anything that may affect others, so there is an untold portion of it. Also, project and stuff that I would prefer to keep on secrecy, the way new born ideas should be kept, are excluded too.

So at the end it is a mix of things I am happy to have started. The fact that it feels scary at times it means that i am digging really interesting stuff, so for now I’ll keep it that way.

I guess that after a day of nothing, things are going to resume. There is a writers fair going on that I want to attend, and also some interesting mixes of photo and paintings that I want to work on, so I’ll be busy for tomorrow and I don’t know the rest of the week.

The change of time sucks… This early night sucks a lot. I don’t have time to shoot after work, so I have to somehow figure it out. It was a lot worse in Chicago, but at least over there I had a lot of time on my hands.

Homeless, just a question.. is it so bad? The idea have been flying around my head for a while. I have been homeless before, but it wasn’t really homeless. I had a place to crash in case of emergency, and plenty of cash, so that doesn’t really counts. Anyways, I remember it still wasn’t pleasant, I had to deprive myself of a lot of things that I enjoy, so no… Idea discarded, end of the story. It probably was the seduction of free time the reason why it got into my head in the first place, even tho I can’t deny it makes for a new experience. Anyways, as I said, idea discarted for now, I have a couple of stuff that I really want to finish first.

Good night for now…. Thanks for reading.


Diary – Day 7

I starting to like this diary. It is more like a book of wishes. You complaint about something, and in a few days, it gets done. Photography Im doing a lot more, paintings and writings too. Yesterday I complained about chicks, I’ve got two for the day. Only one was a total confused lesbian and the other a total shy nutcase, goes figure.

I used to jokingly think of life as a comedy. I am starting to no longer think it but to truly believe it. You ask for something and you’ll get it, only with such twists that you have to laugh – really laugh.

Anyways, I am done for today… It’s late and I am tired – really tired – It also has been hilarious LOL


Diary – Day 6


Chicks are killing me, or better said the lack of them. One way or another I want companionship in my life. Enough of being lonely, I need to go out more and mess around a lot more, to somehow break out of the current state of inaction and missed chances.

I would love to blame them of them and society. While there is such a thing called preferences and tastes, there is also something called the beauty is on the eyes of the beholder, and many times I run too quick to judge a book by it’s cover, or run too quick, period. Then the ones than come and go are the crazy ones, so it never works out at the end. Where does the balance lay?

Anyways, it comes down to the very same thing, and I see it as a recurring theme in most of the writings: the need to expand. It comes to mind regarding photos, paintings, writings, and also regarding to my personal life, both friends and lovers. In general it is an attitude of adventure, exploration what I truly need.

I am at a point where I either grow or shrink, there is no such thing as laying inert drifting from day to day. The lack of expansion is what I am missing. It is pretty much the underlaying cause affecting my life.

One good thing is writing this diary. It feels scary putting a lot of truth out there, speaking sometimes secrets. Tha is good, that it feels a little scary, that is the way life should feel, it means I am exploring something new. But regardless, for love in general, for what I am doing, for people I meet, it has to feel the same way, the sensacion of unexplored territory.

I predicted at the beginning this could turnout a little repetitive. Some times growing balls take a minute, sometimes I have to incubate them. Some fears are really small, some other are huge. Society is toxic in many ways, at least the environment where I was during much of my early life was. I found that in dealing with much of my own barriers, I am dealing with early social conditioning and wonder why is it that we seem unable to really give freedom and acceptence.

Anyways, I am done for today. Got a kallitype printing kit and photo emulsion gel I want to play with.

Thanks for tolerating the awful grammar – it’s supposed to be unedited anyways – :P


Diary – Day 5

Rants about I don’t know what, but at least I am writing. Having lunch is a waste of time, like burning thru life fast. Sometimes I feel like time is running out, it is a weird feeling.

Sometimes I also feel that something important is about to happen but it hasn’t happened yet, like there is something awaiting to be found, to be discovered. It is half good, half bad. An overwhelming feeling of disatisfaction mixed with urges to explore, a thirst. That is the good part, the irresistible urge find whatever it is that is awaiting to be found.

On those days I find myself looking for that something everywhere, with everybody. Talking to homeless, strangers, walking back alleys, spontaneously running, doing whatever comes to mind, following any impulse. It is the only way to relief the sensation that something hasn’t happened yet. Interestingly enough, a life changing experience originated on one of those days, only the feeling didn’t go away. At the end I have come to like it regardless of the outcome, it seems to set my day in really interesting fashion.

Some other days it happens less pronounced, and to a certain extend differently. I feel loss, I see the stuff happening every second but they scape my grasp. Like life is supposed to be lived a lot more intense than what I am living.

I think those are the moments I am missing, going to the very limit, the intensity of new grounds. Even if I have a lot of stuff on my plate, it feels like known territory. Maybe what I truly want is exploration, risk, adventure.

It is weird. I remember the times when I didn’t do much. On those days nothing like this would cross my mind. Then suddenly decided to be serious about art, from there one thing lead to another and turned out into a giant roller-coaster, so much that three years have felt as if they were ten. Now I am on the ground and can’t stand it, want to be up on the air again.

I don’t know, but “normal” life is not for me. Life is found on the extremes, the middle ground is just dull. It pains me too, because the extremes are full of solitude. It is hard to find people sharing the same hunger and willing to follow it, or maybe I’ll find them once I am on the way; or maybe both. But I think the closest I am to my true self, the less things I have in common with people, the less friends I have, and of course the more valuable they become. They are true companions.


PD: I am finding myself avoiding some topics just because this is a “public” diary. That is something I have to tackle on. Good thing is everything I have writing is of the same importance and equally scary – Note to self.

Diary – Day 4


Good, I’ve got a bunch of shit done today, still have a lingering feeling like I could have done more, and in reality there was some time wasted, but I also have to go easy on myself. Printed two more photos, did all the laundry which I have been meaning to do for a couple of days (a week?) so at least I got that over with.

On the other side I still feel like I am wasting too much time, TV watching and such plus a lot of missed opportunities where I find myself hesitating mainly on the streets. I have to get that thing over with and just do whatever comes to mind. Fuck people and what they think or do. I know I can be a little extreme sometimes but if I never follow the crazy ideas or if I hesitate I will never find out what could happen, so I have to get it over with, besides that’s part of the charm, the excitement.

Well, today’s entry is small, it is late and I am tired. Maybe tomorrow I take notes during the day, it is more fun tat way, besides I get to pay more attention to the world around me. Ohhhh one got thing: I finally organized the stuff I have written, 208 poems and short stories, that was a lot of work but I can finally put them down on a book. Now that I think about it is it going to be two book, Spanish and English.. or who knows, maybe just one.. haven’t thought about. Let’s see how it goes, but at least all content is finally there. Good.!

I have to write this diary early during the day. At this time I feel to tired as to really go and write a long entry. Or maybe is it self sabotage. We’ll see tomorrow.


PD: Yeah, it is self-sabotage. I feel like writing more, ranting about how unfulfilled my love life is, or how bitchy some chicks are. Still, I don’t think is fair to blame the bitches, I rather take the responsibility myself, the decisions are mine after all, so yeah the current situation is mine… Anyways I am done for today.. thanks for reading.


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