THE BOOK OF LSD.

This happened several weeks ago, that night I posted about having an amazing trip. We wrote down random thoughts, Facu included some passages from books he likes, and we even did a "cadavre exquis". I think it's all quite beautiful. I've gone through it a couple of times. 

WE CAN'T HAVE GOOD DAYS ALWAYS.

 

Lukas Grout.

A LA ESPERA DE LA OSCURIDAD

Ese instante que no se olvida
Tan vacío devuelto por las sombras
Tan vacío rechazado por los relojes
Ese pobre instante adoptado por mi ternura
Desnudo desnudo de sangre de alas
Sin ojos para recordar angustias de antaño
Sin labios para recoger el zumo de las violencias
perdidas en el canto de los helados campanarios.

Ampáralo niña ciega de alma
Ponle tus cabellos escarchados por el fuego
Abrázalo pequeña estatua de terror.
Señálale el mundo convulsionado a tus pies
A tus pies donde mueren las golondrinas
Tiritantes de pavor frente al futuro
Dile que los suspiros del mar
Humedecen las únicas palabras
Por las que vale vivir.

Pero ese instante sudoroso de nada
Acurrucado en la cueva del destino
Sin manos para decir nunca
Sin manos para regalar mariposas
A los niños muertos 

Alejandra Pizarnik.

AM I A HORRIBLE PERSON?

Am I a horrible person? Am I a piece of crap? An indecorous waste of space? A sad attempt of a human draft that is craving for obliteration? Cause today, this is how I feel.

I feel unwanted, un-cherished. By whom, by what? No idea. There’s no answer. By myself. Maybe. By the universe. Perhaps.

I wish every person I ever damaged in a direct way, or due to the immediate result of my own actions, would tell me so. Then I’d realize what a horrible person I am, and I’d face all the shit that I might stumble upon on my way with pride, knowing its beyond well deserved.

If I was rude, if I was selfish, ego centered, confusing or just plain mean, please, let me know. Insult me, retaliate and take fucking revenge. Do as you please, but let me know where was I wrong.