Friday, July 30, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Creative Welcome Addresses For A Church
Abandon fixed
From there you go side to side in this city
to get wet with all the rain
There you go. You thought
find music in silence
But when you go to sleep
emptiness is emptiness. You make
force loving eyes not forget
images get awkward
is difficult to bear.
And you sleep you thinking of the words in their silence
ever find.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Jacket In The Family Man
I want to marry, and you? Past
I need not make a presentation on the scope of the right arguments and psychiatry, biology, psychology and other disciplines whose specialists have been commissioned to list in different times and places.
Changing, then, the focus would be expected to refute the arguments of those who do not agree with the implementation of an equal marriage, I'm dedicating myself to express myself from the set of feelings that wash over me these days. Feelings that are the product of years of life, growth, setbacks, learning resulting from my past and present.
There is one question I would ask everyone who ever passed through this life. It's a simple question that is answered by yes or no: Can you choose who falls in love?
Without too bluntly, basically my answer is no, I can not choose who is the person to move my body and soul. Although of course, we can try. Following this pseudo-argument, I can not change my essence of being, the way I feel. I can do about my behavior observable, I can decide whether or not an action. But I can not influence the internal motor that opens its own way, because most I've tried that attempt or agree to work "right", is an engine that is so powerful that it is impossible to contradict, or that opportunity costs an energy absorption truly inexplicable.
With the above, what I mean is that I never chose to be as I am. In no time I jumped on the bed to decide whether he would remain with kids or pibas. In any case I did was bare my soul, open the closet and look in the mirror of his door. That was when I touched the bottom of my heart, I started walking my way. I chose that path, it is true, but most of all, I decided to be honest with this heart. And there is another explanation, I'm like, I was born to sing and be happy, but I force myself to listen to those who do not want to. Similarly, I have no reason to submit to their songs.
While it is true that the moral commandments and all kinds of repression are largely self, from within, it is also necessary to state that as social beings we are, it is absolutely impossible to ignore the "do tell" and the views of the majority. It is impossible, or at least very difficult, to do certain things or engage in certain relations, if a group of people who said you like you're in the cage of a zoo. It's hard not to feel the weight of the eyes of society, putting pressure on the neck. What I am describing, it happened for a long time and I still happening, in part. But I see people whom the weight of the above society, and are living their lives half, denying, suffering. I think we need a more tolerant and I think the time for change has come.
Live and let live, while nobody bothers anybody. I'm saying is
issues by other trite, but it seems that there are people walking down the XXI century still did not understand, so I will repeat it as often as necessary, until the cows. I keep going on Thursday to the couch, I will continue talking to my mom, I will continue giving a helping hand those who still find it hard to express, I will continue down the window and yelling at the orange, I will continue to argue for equality and against human intolerance. Because although many times I said that utopias were lost, still dream about some changes. That sometime this century, being gay does not involve having to sit at the table to give notice of it, like we're announcing that as soon routed the apocalypse, is one of them. Before
said that sexual orientation is not something you choose. But if I were, I would choose, because this is my way to happiness and is the path that gives me reason to continue. How could then stop the motor? If they would like to kill me, and I've died so many times to return to be ME *.
"The same love, same rights,
* This sentence is a remix of one that appears on a cd charly:" How many times do I have to die, in order to become self 
I need not make a presentation on the scope of the right arguments and psychiatry, biology, psychology and other disciplines whose specialists have been commissioned to list in different times and places.
Changing, then, the focus would be expected to refute the arguments of those who do not agree with the implementation of an equal marriage, I'm dedicating myself to express myself from the set of feelings that wash over me these days. Feelings that are the product of years of life, growth, setbacks, learning resulting from my past and present.
There is one question I would ask everyone who ever passed through this life. It's a simple question that is answered by yes or no: Can you choose who falls in love?
Without too bluntly, basically my answer is no, I can not choose who is the person to move my body and soul. Although of course, we can try. Following this pseudo-argument, I can not change my essence of being, the way I feel. I can do about my behavior observable, I can decide whether or not an action. But I can not influence the internal motor that opens its own way, because most I've tried that attempt or agree to work "right", is an engine that is so powerful that it is impossible to contradict, or that opportunity costs an energy absorption truly inexplicable.
With the above, what I mean is that I never chose to be as I am. In no time I jumped on the bed to decide whether he would remain with kids or pibas. In any case I did was bare my soul, open the closet and look in the mirror of his door. That was when I touched the bottom of my heart, I started walking my way. I chose that path, it is true, but most of all, I decided to be honest with this heart. And there is another explanation, I'm like, I was born to sing and be happy, but I force myself to listen to those who do not want to. Similarly, I have no reason to submit to their songs.
While it is true that the moral commandments and all kinds of repression are largely self, from within, it is also necessary to state that as social beings we are, it is absolutely impossible to ignore the "do tell" and the views of the majority. It is impossible, or at least very difficult, to do certain things or engage in certain relations, if a group of people who said you like you're in the cage of a zoo. It's hard not to feel the weight of the eyes of society, putting pressure on the neck. What I am describing, it happened for a long time and I still happening, in part. But I see people whom the weight of the above society, and are living their lives half, denying, suffering. I think we need a more tolerant and I think the time for change has come.
Live and let live, while nobody bothers anybody. I'm saying is
issues by other trite, but it seems that there are people walking down the XXI century still did not understand, so I will repeat it as often as necessary, until the cows. I keep going on Thursday to the couch, I will continue talking to my mom, I will continue giving a helping hand those who still find it hard to express, I will continue down the window and yelling at the orange, I will continue to argue for equality and against human intolerance. Because although many times I said that utopias were lost, still dream about some changes. That sometime this century, being gay does not involve having to sit at the table to give notice of it, like we're announcing that as soon routed the apocalypse, is one of them. Before
said that sexual orientation is not something you choose. But if I were, I would choose, because this is my way to happiness and is the path that gives me reason to continue. How could then stop the motor? If they would like to kill me, and I've died so many times to return to be ME *.
"The same love, same rights,
* This sentence is a remix of one that appears on a cd charly:" How many times do I have to die, in order to become self
Friday, July 9, 2010
Midtowne Bath House Dallas
And I gave you the Moon a second time, but you could not accept it. I really hope they keep the first. I need to know that time was worth, which earned the first time.
me they say that "All" was long ago. Moreover, when I have later, still having that power. Still having those lips, before ever could say no.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Recorder Grand Old Duke
Madrugada
Now I have to write, after two hours of talk in the morning. Because I need to apologize to the five o'clock. So sorry, so many things, but above all, for having cried earlier that all I do is to make me shit. Because if I need to leave here, not for you, or will ultimately be for both.
I'd tell you everything you missed in my life. Those days, five years ago when I went for the first time by the body and soul that feeling of being with someone with whom you want to share a lifetime. Then I would have loved to return that day the school and tell you that she and I had decided to break your heart, for those things in life that indicate that "this is better."
but failed. And what's done is done. Too much time.
are sometimes late.
'm from collapse and reality. I do not want to get in my life. I do not know where to begin to let go.
Today I have a fucking certainty, nothing fixed. Although it sounds trite, only that something has to change. Starting with me.
And this is me trying to write without equivocation or decorated. It is true, never goes well, but I try.
I still shaking, and perhaps forever, now I'm starting to understand (me).
This is a break, some things have to be broken. And shattered, I have to be reborn.
Definitely this is my only certainty: more crap we do, we will always love. 
Now I have to write, after two hours of talk in the morning. Because I need to apologize to the five o'clock. So sorry, so many things, but above all, for having cried earlier that all I do is to make me shit. Because if I need to leave here, not for you, or will ultimately be for both.
I'd tell you everything you missed in my life. Those days, five years ago when I went for the first time by the body and soul that feeling of being with someone with whom you want to share a lifetime. Then I would have loved to return that day the school and tell you that she and I had decided to break your heart, for those things in life that indicate that "this is better."
but failed. And what's done is done. Too much time.
are sometimes late.
'm from collapse and reality. I do not want to get in my life. I do not know where to begin to let go.
Today I have a fucking certainty, nothing fixed. Although it sounds trite, only that something has to change. Starting with me.
And this is me trying to write without equivocation or decorated. It is true, never goes well, but I try.
I still shaking, and perhaps forever, now I'm starting to understand (me).
This is a break, some things have to be broken. And shattered, I have to be reborn.
Definitely this is my only certainty: more crap we do, we will always love.
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