parce-que je deviens melancholic

Y yo creía que el miedo

era mi aliado

en un mundo sin aliento

And I thought that the fear

was my allied

in a breathless world

Little red riding hood was in the wrong place.

She was standing right there, in the wrong place.

Then she was hit. Beat. Hurt.

Even raped.

But not longer Little red riding hood but

a teen with a red hood, bleeding in his nose

for the impact of a police's officier fist,

He was trying to gut some chocolate bars from a vending machine,

in a metro station,

and both were wolf,

and both were dogs,

and the blood was smelled by the others predators,

and the Red Ridding was founded under the bridge, behind the bushes

We were swans when we swam in the sea of swansea

There's nothing but research

in those shoulders I keep

But I can see the shadows

of my sturm and drunk brothers

that silent brotherhood,

I agree,

Is created to challenge

to fight dragons,

and after run away...

free

Ode to my newest job

This is the work I hate

The kind of work a hate

they give me enough for live

they give me enough for feed myself

the give me enough for have a roof, a home.

But they steal my freedom.

freedom

creativity

thinking

mathematics and phisics and all of that

is not what about is

I don't even use my mind.

I don't allow them infect my mind

brain

clean hippothalamus.

Not a real Infected,

not a real slave, so.

But in a slavering factory anyway.

this is the kind of job

work

occupation

I don't want it

I give it to you.

Is my desire.

Is my gift.

Open It, Use it.

Now is you turn.

I'm not a slave anymore. Now I've been accepted.

I'm one of them.

I go with them fot breakfast. Lunch. Dinner.

We talk. We laugh. We laugh al time. Even I have them on facebook.

I got them Cellphone numbers. I call the friends, and i'm very very lucky of working with them.

Sometimes I remember when I didn't belong here, and I waste my time thinking in freedom and other nomenclatures.

Now is phisical and mathematical. Now I use my brain, the whole.

know I belong 100 %, and It works.

Know I'm free, i melted with them.

I belong them.

I own them.

I love them,

And I will take off my life if they decide to fire me one day...

Y entendí

que mi lengua era mi mía

y que mi suero era el fuero

de esta lenta agonía

que los jardines se cerraban a mi paso

y el ocaso, malvendía mi cuerpo por su precio.