Looking for answers within the nothingness, I screamed up at the sky...
In your fantasies you see a strong wise man with a long white beard sitting upon a fluffy white cloud. And he is an angry God. He is a jealous God. He is an all knowing God. He is a loving God.... And what if he doesn't want your prayers and he doesn't want your pleas and he doesn't want...
In my fantasies God appears as the wind, as a breeze, as a squall, as a sudden rainstorm. God are the planets and the stars I observe at night. God appears as the message of a shooting star or another rainbow this summer. A message that everything will be alright. Maybe God just wants you to be there, to be intuned, to connect, to interconnect, to respond and to stop ignoring... God said, "Surprise" that day I met you in the street, in the subway, at that cafe, sitting in the park, paintin
I want to die. I want to live. What is
On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
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