Of the time I made a mistake

Looking back I know I made a mistake. I remember thinking out loud I want to destroy something beautiful. Who knew what and how. In the end I did. I managed in one moment to sever all physical ties with mankind, but at what price...at what cost.

I lost a lot that fateful spanish night. I lost myself. I lost my future. I lost everything that would come to matter to me. What did I gain for this? Endless treasure and riches? Infinte Wisdom? Enlightment? NO. I gained nothing at all.

Come to think of it, not really. I gained the feeling that keeps me up at night. the stone in my stomach that won't go away. The infinite headches that would later drive me over the edge.

Do I regret it? Yes.

Of all the things we leave behind

Cuanto extraño todo lo que no recuerdo. Todas aquellas cosas que alguna vez fueron cardinales en mi vida y hoy apenas puedo rastrear en mi memoria.

Esas miradas... esos pensamientos... esos deseos... todo olvidados en el baúl infinito que representa mi olvido. Ahí dentro donde están todos esos pedazos de mí que están perdidos en el vacío.

Adiós a ellos. Adiós a mí.

A feast of friends

Maybe it's been a long overdue, but never the less here I am.

This is a recollection of the things I should have said but wasn't articulate enough to say. I hope you understand this, but most importantly I hope you find them at the right time.

Life as much as I've been able to live it has not been simple. The questions, the looks, the thoughts (oh god!)

But even thought all those things you managed to make a freak like me feel at home. You've never questioned me or made me feel like an outsider, your words have been kind, your gestures welcoming, which is more that someone like me is used to.

For that I'm more grateful than I'll ever be able to express, for it's in times like these that make life worth living.

Thank you.