naked but oblivious.

The art of asking

Asking is, in itself, the fundamental building block of any relationship. Constantly and usually indirectly, often wordlessly, we ask each other- our bosses, our spouses, our friends, our employees- in order to build and mantain our relationships with one another.
Will you help me?
Can I trust you?
Are you going to screw me over?
Are you suuuure I can trust you?
And so often, underneath it all, these questions originate in our basic, human longing to know:
Do you love me?

A.F.P.

momentos en los que sé qué odio más, si a la Navidad o a mi misma.

lareconchadelalora.

you're no good you're no good you're no good, can't you tell that it's well understood?

todo esto no alcanza.
no te das cuenta,
pero no alcanza.
no estoy acá.
no estoy acá.
nunca estuve acá.
estoy lejos
vengo arrastrándome
tirando de todo esto que no puedo soltar,
todo esto que debería irse aflojando,
pero que de alguna forma pesa cada vez más.
y voy cada vez más lento
y no alcanza.
no lo ves,
pero no alcanza.
y las ganas de dejar de ahogarse
dejar de hundirse
que todos estos no dejen de ser pesas.
cortar la cuerda.
pero no alcanza.
no lo entendés,
pero no alcanza.
porque ya es tarde
ya no puedo inventarme de otra forma
sacarme de encima todo esto que no sirve
no me sirve
no te sirve.
ya es tarde.
y lo que hay no alcanza.
no lo querés ver,
pero no alcanza.

algo pasa en Texas

(An old postcard you sent to help close up wounds that I love to reopen)

Blue! Blue! Blue!

"'Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.'
'Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.' He lifted his hands high above his head as if stretching for the sky. 'But there are other ways to understanding!' he shouted, laughing like a child. He threw both arms to the cloudless arch of sky above us, still laughing. 'Look!' he shouted tilting his head back. 'Blue! Blue! Blue!'".
P.R.