The Beatles - Help

i don't know, don't feel so insecure but fairly defenceless...

Truth, What a word! , E.M.Cioran

from: On the heights of despair

The vanity of compassion, E.M.Cioran

Is this so?....well, i agree with the sentence on pity...

E.M.Cioran
from: On the heights of despair

"For I do not feel mediocre enough to feel compassion for anyone. Compassion is a sign of superficiality: broken destinies and unrelenting misery either make you scream or turn you to stone. Pity is not only inefficient; it is also insulting. And besides, how can you pity another when you yourself suffer ignominously? Compassion is as common as it is because it dos not bind you to anything! Nobody in this world has yet died from another's suffering. And the one who said that he died for us did not die; he was killed."

Bosques de mi mente ~ ''Un recuerdo atrapado en una esquina''

Bosques de mi Mente - Una espera interminable

Bosques de mi mente: El peso del silencio

Who is who: thoughts on feeling unreal

who is who
how are you
and which one
of you?

it is a cold place,
very cold,
life is not as cold
as some of you
or of me

i don't know
to whom i write
and i don't know
who talks to me.
maybe i am not here,

maybe i am not there.
the colors of you
come off my skin,
it dries out.wrinkles
show their shadows.


i am shivering
in this universe
of investment,
emotion, locks,
misunderstanding,

i cannot breathe
in there. who can?
my other me, the
faceless one,
it doesn't mind

just walks away,
starts a fight,
maybe a war,
it does not love
and it does not fear.

i met him.
you met him.
there is no affection,
there is no attachment.
why: just words.

words cannot exist.
i cannot exist through words.
you cannot.
we must eat and drink
the wine of this life.


i am one
but i have many faces.
we will transform
poison into food.
we must.

i may
call
this
love.
it is unreal
when we make it so.