It's a strange kind of feeling when you think you're sleeping but you're really not...at all. When the cold seems to be cold enough to burn. When your skin feels as a chunk of plastic and your hands cross it harshly. Then you notice there's something that shouldn't be there, with you, staring at you so deeply that you can feel it is making a disaster on the perfectly organized files that you kept so jealous in your mind. But still, you don't know if it's all a dream or maybe a nightmare, you only know you're so deeply disturbed, that you can't even move, shout or think.

That thing is closer and you stand laying on your bed like a dead body, with the unique diference that you can see what's about to happen. With the hearth in your mouth you can taste that terrible flavour you can't describe, the taste of metal, the taste of heat, the fear. And the haggard silhouette finnally taka to your position to have a look from above of your white expresion. You see the thinnest sharp-pointed arm that approaches with a hand sharpened towards your chest, and when it touches you... you wake up, but still is night and only you hear the door of your room being closed violently...

What can I think? Am I becoming insane?

Yaaahh!! Tomorrow is the big day! I never thought HR Giger could give an exhibition of his artwork here in Spain, in Valencia! and that I would go for free! I only hope I can receive an autograph and take some good pics!!

Hoy es uno de esos días en que un simple vaso de vino blanco es capaz de noquearme. No sé porqué, cada cierto tiempo revivo estas sensaciones de no se qué...es como...como, algo muy extraño de explicar.

A veces todo parece tan claro, y al instante siguiente todo parece venirse abajo en solo segundos...no les ha sucedido?.

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Today is one of those days in wich a simply glass of white wine is capable of nocking me out. I don't know why, very often I re-live these sensations of don't know what...it's like...like, something very weird to explain.

Sometimes everything seems to be so clear, and at the next instant, everything seems to come down in just seconds...Haven't you ever been trough that?

Let's try.
Tell me if it's not true.
Lie to me if it is.
Hurt me with the camouflaged truth.
Bandage my eyes with the daydreamed reality.

Today let's disconnect of the world.
Today there is no logic or reason.
There is no wisdom in the cyclone.
Let's untie the hands, let's not think deeply.
Free to ignore, free to escape, free to show.

Let's show for what we wait. Let's wish what we've always wished. Let's contemplate the problems from another plane.
Let's live turning our backs on the life.

...Though it is only an instant....

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Probemos.
Dime si no es cierto.
Mienteme si lo es.
Hiéreme con la verdad camuflada.
Véndame los ojos con la realidad fantaseada.

Hoy desconectemos del mundo.
Hoy no hay lógica ni razón.
No hay sabiduría en el ciclón.
Desatemos las manos,no pensemos profundo.
Libres para ignorar, libres para escapar, libres para mostrar.

Mostremos lo que esperamos. Deseemos lo que siempre deseamos.
Contemplemos los problemas desde otro plano.
Vivamos de espaldas a la vida.

...Aunque sea sólo un instante...

It is enough with a clear sky and the clear ideas.
The firm and swift step.
The discreet and reserved look.

A dosis of adrenaline is needed in this heart so pacified for the hours.
What would not give for changing my place with the sea!, always foreign to the course of the currents that plunge and refresh him;
Or with the wind, to rub indifferently the hobbles of wave, to reach with my thoughts beyond what my body allows me.
Today is necessary a known tact, a word that sounds, a look that entertains.

What would not give for, though it is a second, an instant, to exchange my life with the sky!, to contemplate from the high above the really important questions of the life.
Not to foresee my whereabouts, but maybe to glimpse the path.
Or at least to accompany the silence in his calm and slowly walk, to deal on passions, on sensations.

I need more than the constant beating from my heart to feel alive.
I have verified that the muse returns when I do not wait for her, need to calm my thirst of anxieties, my thirst of being a witness. Witness of the action, witness of the observation, patient of the "non-do", and serf of the inspiration.

I need more than the mere circumstantial occasion that provokes the shock of my paradigms, to understand that not always I am going to have to the hand what my soul would wish.
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Basta con un firmamento despejado y las ideas claras.
El paso firme y raudo.
La mirada discreta y reservada.
Se necesita un dosis de adrenalina en este corazón tan apaciguado por las horas.
¡Qué no daría por cambiar mi puesto con el mar!, siempre ajeno al rumbo de las corrientes que le sumergen y le refrescan;
o con el viento, para rozar indiferente las trabas del agite, para alcanzar con mis pensamientos más allá de lo que mi cuerpo me permite.
Hoy se necesita de un tacto conocido, una palabra que suene, una mirada que entretenga.
¡Qué no daría por, aunque sea un segundo, un instante, intercambiar mi vida con el cielo!, para contemplar desde lo alto las verdaderamente importantes cuestiones de la vida.
No para prever mi paradero, sino tal vez para vislumbrar el sendero.
O al menos acompañar al silencio en su andar sosegado y lento, para entender sobre pasiones, sobre sensaciones.

Necesito más que el constante pálpito de mi corazón para sentirme vivo.

He comprobado que la musa vuelve cuando no la espero, necesito calmar mi sed de ansias, mi sed de ser testigo. Testigo de la acción, testigo de la observación, paciente del "no-hacer", y siervo de la inspiración.

Necesito más que la mera ocasión circunstancial que provoque el choque de mis paradigmas, para entender que no siempre voy a tener a la mano lo que mi alma desearía.