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Afuera el sol brilla, parece verano... se despide el otoño. Adentro siempre hay sol, el agua suena, la vista es incomparable, la tierra es sólida, mi ser esta confundido... Tomo decisiones, me han guiado, me han abierto los ojos. Algo tan simple, tan superficial, tan de ratos, tan lejano... adquiere su dimensión real. No más. Mi ser creativo quiere remontar, lo dejare hacerlo, lo dejare volar, literalmente volar, crear, generar y dimensionar espacios, esa es su escencia, todo lo demás... duele pero es vacío etereo, vacío sin razón, vacío suicida que solo lacera, solo lastima. Adentro cambia, afuera deberá cambiar también. Cambio. Preparo viaje. Volveré, ¿volveré? seré el mismo, algo me dice que no. Algo me indica que va a cambiar, que algo sucederá... espero, veo. Me espera el sol, me espera la nube... esa que está en mi pupila. G te amo, siempre lo haré. "Hijas, son mi todo, siempre me tendrán, tal vez nunca acaben de entender mi mirada, mirada de triste que les sonríe, mirada qu

No se que se me metio que sigue el inglés... There is an issue i am supporting: . This space was created after a sounded case where some japanese girls (minors) got together to "meet" with grown ups that were trying to flirt and get together in chat rooms and internet with minor girls. Organized took action and "accept" to meet, but big surprise for the grown up, that when assisting to the meeting, 5-6 guys were waiting and kick their ass, almost to death. This attracted David W. Higgins who contacted Brian Nelson and with famous music video director David Slade, filmed Hard Candy, a story of a young girl (14 y.o.) that gets vengance of a 32 y.o. photographer, that wanted to meet and take advantage of her, from a chat room to the real world... El tema me llamó la atención. Primero por que hoy es socialmente "enfermo" pretender atraer a un(a) menor (-21), aprovechando el anonimato del internet. Y digo socialmente por que asi esta establecido y ello se ha tr

Now in english... why? (many reasons, and some of them unspeakable...) Recently i have re-found and re-read some letters from various authors. Letters that for many years i have been keeping in the "forget drawer" which i cant forget. Dated 1989: "So i want you... is that something wrong? it looks like, but it is not. It's my right, my feeling, my thought about you. You left the room quietly, we are commited not to forget what we have done. I am leaving, maybe never coming back again, this place is not mine, I dont belong to this world's area, I wont forget you, neither you will. You will grow up, you will marry, have children, be a Mom... but my escence will always be there. -No hard feelings, you said, half of your face covered with tears, half with pain, eyes glowing love... mine too. Goodbye" As far as I know, he never saw her again almost 20 years later. Dated 1982: "Being in Venice... an island in the middle of waters, liquid streets, passion on c