This.Is.Me.

This.Is.Me.

One of the things that bother me most about blogs is to read it but never see a picture of the person that write it. So, I’m presenting myself in society, this is me, the picture was taken yesterday. I like to change my appearance from time to time. Some months ago I used to peeled (-?-google translate-) my head and I hadn’t the beard. Now I’m growing my hair and growing a beard … A person in the past used to call me : Master of Disguise …

Well that’s all folks, see you around.

29/10/13 (2nd log entry)

I’m tired, want to sleep. I can’t, I’m at work. I work like a security clerk. It’s not so bad. I guard a building. I work mostly at night. I’m alone. I want to sleep. The lights went off, half of the building is in darkness and I don’t know how to put the lights on. Meanwhile I hear an internet blues radio and read all the wordpress posts that I couldn’t read those past days. Mhhmmm, I want to sleep, I feel the tiredness in my eyes.

… Need to wait till 7 AM.

Mhhmmm …

29/10/13 (1st log entry)

I’m sad. I’m sad for a stupid reason : one of the radio shows that I hear, well, today was the last show. The show was called “The Black Rider”, or in Hebrew Ha’Parash Ha’Shajor. It was a very good show, 2 hours of rock, indie, post-punk, punk, alternative, lots of new bands, and the host was really charismatic. This simple and at least so ahead of me reason made me sad, I’ll miss that show.
Another thing that made me sad was the dead of Lou Reed. He was such an excellent artist, musician. R.I.P. Lou Reed, thank you for the lot of music you gave us.

But not everything is sadness. I even can say that I’m kind of happy. There are some reasons that make me happy. One of them (and I think the most important) is that in less than a month I’ll start to study. I’ll study photography. It was one of my dreams. It’s 2 years of study. Curious thing is that past year, at this time, I was hating my life, I could see no future for me, and I felt my soul ripped to pieces, like, if I was standing with the last piece of my soul. I needed a change, if not, I thought, I did become insane. And the change came. In April of this year I left my work and started to search for a new one. The work that I had, it was a slave’s work, I felt like a whore, so denigrated. The work that I have now, it’s not the best-work-in-the-world, but is better.

I’m still with minus in the bank, and I don’t know how to get out of it, but, I have faith that things will get better.

Another important thing to say is that it’s like 2 months that I’m sober. Is not that I’m an alcoholic or something, but, I was trying to destroy myself, I started to drink too much and I felt like I was losing control. Well, yesterday I went to drink with a friend and I drink only 2 beers. I felt amazing !!! I could take control of myself again and didn’t made the clown.

Right now I’m at work, alone, hearing an internet blues radio. I have nothing to do, just wait to 7 AM to come and go home to sleep. I love to sleep. I love the feeling of my body sleeping. I love to dream. But, one thing I miss, is to sleep with someone. It’s a long time that I haven’t a girl and, well, I’m getting tired of being alone.

Well, people, that’s all for now, I’ll go to read some comic, and then to watch Star Trek. See you around.

Anonymous Sea

majberet

It’s a sea out there
A sea of faces, of people, of indiference
It’s a sea out there
In the streets
And we all hide under the anonymous air that we
All
Share
And In the shadows we are free
To love
To dream
To live
Only in the shadows
Our shadows
Our damned shadows
And the anonymous of the streets

The sea is immense
And we hardly know each other
Even our mothers
Seem to not recognize
Us
And we are afraid to say hello
To say goodbye
I love you
I like you
Want to fuck ?
We are afraid
Of living
Of breathing
Of being judged by others that are afraid of being judged by others that are afraid
And we chain ourselves to a life of slaves
And we stop ourselves for feeling
Something
For
Another
Person

It’s a sea out there
But the drying of…

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Jailbait

I watch them
Playing, screaming,
Laughing
Having a good time,
The blonde and
The brunette and
The ebony
Mostly of them
Illegal
I watch them while I think :
God, if only I could be their age,
To have one of them
Even
For
One
Night.
But I’m old
An old fuck
With nothing better to do
That write a poem about
Teenagers.
I’m begging for new flesh
Innocent hips
Lips like candy.
But my big lust
Is not up
To my reality.

Agustina (aquellos viejos tiempos)

Tan lejos que me desmayo
Es una fiesta ahí afuera
Fiesta de corderos atados
Ovejas sin dientes
Leones sin garras
Y yo tan lejos
Encerrado en mi máscara victoriana
Que se parece a las del carnaval de Viena
Encerrado, aturdido
Ensoñador, dormido
Pensando en vos, Agustina
Y en tiempos perdidos
Sólo existe el presente
Un presente continuo
Mañana es hoy
Hoy es ayer
Ayer estaba nublado
Y llovían flores violetas
Muertas
Y las gotas eran saladas
De color plateado
Chocaban contra el piso y sangraban
Se deshacían en pedacitos
Y se olvidaban
Pero yo
No me puedo olvidar de vos, Agustina
Ni de lo que fue, alguna vez, fuimos viajeros
Amantes en las arenas del tiempo
Mientras los demás dormían
Nosotros jugábamos en el fuego.