Because

Because he pretended me to stop telling lies, and God knows it is impossible!

Because his answers have the outstanding “endowment” of setting more questions, so that thirst I desperately felt for so long used to be answered with fancy but empty glasses.

Because I was born in the XXth century, not in the XVIth.

Because he is a terrorist, he is a Jewish, he is a “black and white” person.

Because hopelessness was dreadfully growing inside me; it was like opening an empty refrigerator over and over with a bare illusion of finding something for this wayward famine.

Because I wanted Monday be as important as Sunday, and I wanted « Saturday » be a synonym of « couch ».

Because lust, sloth and wrath are part of me, and sometimes impulses taste warm and sweet.

Because he was born when democracy hadn’t been invented.

Because I didn’t want to fall asleep without repetitions in my head and mouth any more.

Because he pretended to convince me through narration.

Because I categorically wanted to live thinking about life instead of death.

Because I found out that I would never be free if I continued living with him.

Because he is death, and because he was never born.

Where are you going? Where have you been?

I'm going to the end of this paragraph trying to reach an outstanding point; I dance on a piece of sheet while I'm controlled by a merciless, skinny and hairy hand. There is not music around here; I only hear some whisperings while my head just turns and turns because of a desperate willingness of writing and, most important, of creating.

I come from the same place everyone of my kind uses to come... a dark and, most of the times, warm store. Now, the problem is that I'm used to forgetting things so I cannot give so many details about all the places I've been at. I only remember a public university full of tired eyes and dark circles, a small and moist bedroom where so many and, sometimes, huge contradictions take place, a frightening and empty paper that suddenly becomes to be stained with my low-quality ink and, finally, a long yellowish and bright path of a popular church in the downtown I quit visiting long time ago.

Because....

Because you know how to treat me

Because I can look for you whenever I want it and need it

Because you help to overcome all kind of difficulties that I should face in my life

Because you are there and here if I require it

Because when I was deeply sad and abandoned you were just over there to pick me up

Because you´re the only one who are able to relieve my oppression

Because I used to wander around the world until I met you

Because you are the only one who can understand my happiness and sorrows

Because I know you´ll never leave me

Because no matter what´s going on, I know you´ll be there for me

Because... by Francisco

Because you can't see something that doesn't exist
Because the sky is a rounded blue wall
Because clouds are solid
Because the roads always have the same destination
Because the wheels we travel on are flat
Because the ground we stand on posseses us forever
Because every new place is a known place
Because everything we touch is just for a moment
Because a flight is an illusion
Because the heavy air imposes you a boundary
Because going away is staying
Because some puffs barely give you a bounce out of space so you feel it's not good enough
Because only words can help you out there.

BECAUSE

BECAUSE they are the unique pure spirits in the Universe
BECAUSE their imagination doesn't have a limit
BECAUSE They know the secret of the eternal happiness
BECAUSE they don't know about discrimination
BECAUSE love is the feeling they inspire

BECAUSE for them I knew the love
BECAUSE for them I dream
BECAUSE there is not a fight hard enough if is for them
BECAUSE you know the right sense of live after know them
BECAUSE in across their eyes it is possible to see the hope of the future

Where I am going / Where I have been..

Where am I going? To be honest I've been asking myself this question for so long. I have to say that at the moment I'm going through, I want to take so many roads, I just don't know which is the right one for me. I'm in the process of finding the answer. But later, I can assure you that I'm going to look for some place where I could drink and dance, where I could be listening to some good music. Then, tomorrow morning I'll be wondering about the important things I have to do during these days.

And right now I'm sitting here on the same chair that I've been on for almost one hour. I have the strong feeling which says that I want to get out, to be somewhere else. In fact, I have to go now because before I go to the place I mentioned above, I have to do something I promised my mom, a favor she asked me this morning. That's why I have to go, and I'm telling my teacher Sol that I'm sorry but I must go.

Because

Because

Because my mind goes blank every time I have to write a text

Because right now I so out of ideas as a sober poet.

Because I am so lazy I can even finish this senten...

Because I can even remember what I did five minutes ago

Because my imagination seems to be a fading light of dusk

Because every time I take my pencil the ideas inside mu head runs like a mad

Because I have the same inspiration of a contemporary pop singer

Because I have avoid to write

Because all of that..... I want to be a novelist

Because by Ingrid Urán

Because Because the phone rang., and that's sound can be horrible.

Because the paramilitaries was fighting with the guerrilla.

Because the town was beautiful and it had a huge river flow into the Pacif ocean.

Because december 2003 was the last one when whole my family and relatives spent time together.

Because my cousin met a paramilitary man and she fell in love of him.

Because one by one staret to leave town.

Because people were afraid of losing their life.

Because that night was dark and the rain fell out, the guns were fired and people ran away and screamed.

Because the phone rang and a voice said: “your uncles were killed.”

Because I told news to them.

Because my family is closer, my others uncles picked up the corpses.

Because the paramilitares' money was stolen.

Because the phone rang again and I heard a new voice.

Because I cried: “NO,no, that's not possible.”

Because They killed my favourite uncle and aunt's husband without a reason.

Because my cousin knew that nobody could pick up their corpses and she did not tell us anything.

Because the life is not FAIR I wanted to tell you.

Where I have been, Where I´m going to

I have been in many different places in which I have experienced a variety of feelings like passion, love, hate, fear, anguish and so on.

Being in those places has changed my mind since I was pretty young until now since the experiences in each place helped to become a mature person with a lot of expectations for the future. Therefore, the places in which I have been represent an outstanding matter in my life because of their significance throughout my twenties.

Now, about the future, well, what can I say?? Thanks to my experiences in those places where I have been, I´m able to state that I’m going to a certain place which is uncertain for me. That is because I keep many things in mind but I’m not sure about which one I’m going to get. However, what is factual for me, it´s that I’m going to struggle for them, I mean, for my expectations in order to feel satisfied at the end of my thirties.

Where I have been, where I'm going to

I have been to Medellin with my University partners after a kind of riot in the building, I have been to Pasto with my family having fun like if all of us were children again, I have been to Buga praying and walking and thanking God for his great kindness with us, I have been to Calima's Lake and Coconuco spending my free time with my husband and my children, I have been to Sevilla joining my mom's family and cooking at the firewood, I have been to Bogotá visiting my sister in law and sightseeing, I have been at my children's school receiving their academic reports and feeling proud of them, I have been at the theatre looking at them acting and singing and being nervous as them but I also have been at the hospital being worried about my babies and my love's health, I have been at the cemetery visiting my Dad's memory and crying the time we missed, I have been at many funerals supporting my friends, I have been at many places having fun but feeling bad, too...

But nothing compares the places I have been and I cannot describe when I felt my babies skin for the first time, when I heard their voice bubbling or when they open their eyes in front of me, when I heard the word “mom” and it was for me, when they say to me an “I love you” with a hearted smile and a big hug or when I go back home after a long and a tiring day and they receive me with all their love, when I hear a “don't worry, you'll get it” when I feel I cannot.

I am going to a place full of peace and happiness every night, I am going to a place where I feel comfortable and where nothing else matters, I am going to a place where the world is different and where it is painted in many colours with crayons and crazy markers, I am going to a place where the weather turn in a holly warm and where I feel it is always sunny, I am going to a place where I find a lot of people who share my nut ideas and where we look like drunk but we aren't, I am going to a place where we laugh at everything and without reason, I am going to a place where everything is enough even if we multiplied suddenly, I am going to a place where I am what I am and nobody cares about it, I am going to a place where I love being!

CORNERING CIRCUSTANCES

Because I did not find something different in the kitchen.
Because it was monday. And I get tired on mondays.
Because early that morning mama did not wake me up at the time she was supoused to.
Because I was really running late. And I hate being late.
Because the rain would not stop to fall.
Because I was cold and hungry and angry.
Because my head felt twice the size.
Because when I first saw it it was desirable.
Because one thing is one thig and other thing is other thing, as you say.
Because I felt hated that day.
Because I hated the world that day.
Because you're a bitch and I love you.
Because I'm a sinner.
Because the spirit is willing... and the flesh is weak... and I'm nothig but flesh, and bones and spirit and weakness and all around humanity.
Because I love fruits. You know I love fruist.
Because it was red and not green remember?.
Because it had your smell and then... I could not resist.
Because when I tasted IT, IT was sweet.
Because I was out of money... and wet.
Because? For the fuck of it.
Because I felt this soft wave of sweet nectar swamping all my mouth... and now I have no regrets.
Because that apple-shaped entity was vulnerable in my hand.
Because the hungry hurts. You don't know how much it hurt that morning, and that pain empowered my weak flesh... and I had no options, then, I took it, I observed it once, twice, it was so easy, and then I BIT IT... and I liked IT.

Because

Because hungry shows you just as you are. A wild beast.

Because he is just a father who wants the best for his children.

Because our society does not give you any chance when you are a “different person”.

Because he found the fastest way to calm their stomach's cry.

Because in that moment he forgot he had a life and he decided to follow his heart.

Because the day was cold and their bodies as well.

Because bread and water was not enough for them.

Because the only taste of salt was that of their tears falling from their eyes.

Because sometimes you feel God has forgotten you are his son.

Because time passed and God's help was nowhere.

Because if he had asked for food people would have told him no!, just because he did not look like them.

Because he was alone. Besides his wife and children there was no one else. Because when you have problems, your family is the first in turning you back.

Because he felt it was his responsibility .

Because a father like him does not want to see his children die.

Because a jail is not an excuse to avoid yourself helping someone else. And more when that someone else is a part of you.

Because telling you this makes me feel released.

24^th february 2011

N° 2

Where I have been, where I’m going to

I have been in a place where darkness can not arrive to. I have been in a place where I can be myself, after mind and body get together. I have been in a place where people’s words can not hurt me, where those eyes are not focusing on me.

How did I arrive there? I do not know. It just happened. To find answers for that question could be as impossible as trying to find answers to, why do we exist? The only thing I have for sure is that where I have been I can see what I want to see and I can hear what I want to hear. Where I can smile! Where I can cry! Where I can do everything I want, even things I thought I could not do. I am always welcome no matter what time. And all what happens inside that place lies right there. Because I am the only one who has the key, so I am the only one who can get into it.

Right now I am preparing myself to go there. The tic-tac is announcing time is over. The outside doors are closing, it is too late, I have to stop writing…it is time to go…I have to leave the outside world…I am going to that place.

17^th February 2011

N° 1

HANDELL'S "Because story"

Because of blossoms summer ball

Because of a compound of gas and dust patiently merged together and sealed with gilded heat into a tiny round machine.
Because I came to this world.
Just because.
Because Baudelaire urged us to run from soberness by any means available.
Because I need artificial paradises when everyday surroundings go oppressively dim.
Because nature contrasts become new before my eyes once again.
Because my body drifts away in rhythmic streams of music.
Because flavors and textures make love to my tongue.
Because this way I can bring down every contemptible wall that encloses me into deceitful reality.
Because sometimes you need to forget about certain things.
Because I'm fed up with theories, conspiracies, beliefs, conventions, norms and values.
Because time gets on its knees and crawls before me.
Because I simply like it.

WHERE I HAVE BEEN?

Where I have been?

I have been in a place where time passed with calm and adults took care of me. I have been worry about nothing: no hurry, no need of money, no noise, no future, no past, no present. I have been in a place where the bliss existed for me, and it was in my childhood days in my family love. I have been in a place where it was easy to smell the different fragrance of trees, and easy to feel the fresh and pure wind. Then I have been in a place where many people talked about war, hungry and hate. I have been in a place where death was not abnormal or bad just one exit. Then I have been in a world where I could not understand what life was about. I have been thinking whether life is power and money, work and study, lust, knowledge, honesty, fight, self-defense or survival . Then I have been trying to leave from the darkness which got me confused, I have been trying to live in that place where all things seemed to be the same. Now I am creating my own rules and my own place to live in. Now I think life is just to find the way you want to live life and live it like that. AND I am going to live the way I want.

"Because I'm not sure"

Beacuse he wasn't there when I didn´t need him.

Because he was there when I needed him.

Because looking at him I feel I love him.

Because when I notice that I have the same defects he has I feel I hate him.

Because I don´t want to be like him.

Because I wanted to be different.

Because I´m proud of him.

Because I'm him.

Because he loves me and hurts me.

Because he's my mentor.

Because he's who destroys the dark side of my soul.

Because every word he pronounces makes me feel good (bad?)

Because I don't want to accept that I may keep any resentment towards him.

Because I want to love him.

Because I HAVE to love him.

Because at the end I always forget all of these contradictions.

Because I'm not sure

Because he's my father.

"Because..." By Julián Ávila

Because I'm sick of certain teachers,

Because there's never any breakfast left for me,

Because I lack of clean oxygen on those crowded buses,

Because pouring freezing water over my still cramped body

is not one of my favorite things to do in the morning.

Because I do believe I'm spending way too much money

on lunch and buses when I just have to attend one class per day,

Because I hate having to try to comb my messy hair

every morning instead of letting it be

-which usually happens by 8am no matter how much I've struggled

to make it,-

Because I hate walking from home to the bus stop when it's raining and the only place I want to be is my bed without fucking caring about what teacher I have a class with cause I know for sure I'm going to fall asleep in front of my classmates while hiding behind paper sheets for them not to see me when I could have stayed at home sleeping until 9 -at least,

Because of all of this, I hate waking up early in the morning for going to the university...

BECAUSE..................

Because He first looked at me. Because we just shared a moment that will last to the end. Because after I saw him for the first time He did not imagine how I long to see and hug him everyday. Because he never saw my tears coming out from my deep heart because of him. Because his kindness I will remember for ever. Because his deep tender look went trough my eyes until my soul and his words keep going around my mind. Because I can't blot them out. Because when He forgot me I loved him more. Because I never told him what was happening the way it was. Because I thought he was like any other but he was not. Because I tried to believe in a god after I met him. Because I know I will never see him again but I even keep a hope. Because for a long time all my thoughts and feelings were focused on him. Because there were many nights I could not sleep. Because I prayed to his god for him and he never knew it. Because I thank him for the happiest moments and for the saddest too.

Where I'm going to go? - Where I had been?

This is an interesting question because many times you don't know where are you going to go. In my particular case, I have two answers. The first one is related with my vacations to San Andrés. I'm going to be there in some months with the permission of God. I hope to enjoy it with all my family. The second one refers to my professional life. I'm going to be a teacher and I'm going to study a post grade. I know it is going to be so hard talking into account that my babies are very demanding. Talking about time and talking about money the Icetex is a good option for me. Only in case.
Really I have been in many places, especially after to know my husband, because he loves to travel. Together we have been in the Atlantic Ocean (Barranquilla, Santa Marta and Cartagena) Pacific Ocean (Buenaventura), Termales (Santa Rosa, Coconuco, Nevado del Ruíz) Bogotá City, many towns and any place that sounds interesting for us.
Finally in our City we visited different Restaurants and Malls weekly. Restaurants specially because I hate to cook.

Where am I going?

Where are you going?

I'm going to a place where I can understand everything that surrounds me, where I can explore the land of my mind. I'm going to a land where I can experience what my mind needs: everything.

Where have you been?

I've been where all the people are: in this world full of lies, corruption, hypocrisy and lust. That is the way I see this world where I live. Someday I will be out of here.

where am i going, where i have been

Where am I going?

I am going to the only place I have been more than welcome for more than three lustrums, althought it is the closest place, it does not mean it is the only one I have, however it is the one that stands me during all my times, no matterr if they are bad or god ones. Anyway, there, I have learned to enjoy every single aspect of my existence, like getting after work, exhausted of an extenuating, hectic day and finding the tender welcome of a warm family, and a lovely wife who has been supporting you no matter the circumstances. Therefore I don't want to go anywhere but home. Perhaps it sounds kind of conceited but it is what I deserve since I have worked hard to achieve such of reception and I have enjoyed the effort however.

I am goin also to heaven , name it a place or a mental / spiritual sensation, it is up to the reader, but anyway I will be there for sure. It is god's will .

I'm going all the same to the paradise of the quietness, since I am a freak user of headphones (for educational purposes, which neverthless have become more satisfying since I am definitively engaged with learning L2). Fortunately there are still some other faculties remaining on me.

I am going to be isolated of the financial world due to my close proximity to have zero debts. Probably I am going to commit an economical suicide but it is the only euthanasia that I am willing to accept. My monetarial deficit has tried to stifle me but as hector Lavoe , I have learned to breathe under water.

Where have I been?

I have been in glory specially since I got married. Before meeting my wife, my life was an up and down cycle.

Geographically, I have not been in many places. I have not had the means, althought i have not done my best effort in moving me to different places which does not mean I have not felt comfortable where I have been, on the contrary, that is precisely the reason that has influenced my mind in remaining where I have been. On the other hand i want to give others the cahnce to get once the want to look for me. (just kidding).

I have been in the middle of the evil ones but i have been totallly blessed to walk out safe and sound.

I have been also in inspiring places like this one, giving free rein to my creativity, as alvaro wisely said: “It is inner you”.

Stifling circumstances

Because

Because I was in the wrong place. ( at least in such circumstances).

Because I didn't have any other choice after struggling for such a long time.

Because those things use to happen to anyone no matter stratum, political ideology, the amount of money you have in your wallet or how much you defend respect as a virtue.

Because I shouldn't exaggerate in the amount neither in its trustfulness.

Because I scorned its capacity of pollution and tried to handle the situation up to the maximum.

Because one always trusts its main feature won't affect others.

Because although you feel quite guilty, you, at the end can blame others to keep unnoticed.

Because after all its effect lasts only some seconds and life goes on, although the memory of its pestilent consequences will remain in our olfactory retentiveness.

Because I thought to myself they weren't even acquaintances so I might do it without remorse.

(Anyway, one always thinks first about oneself especially in those occasions).

Because after all they had to put up with it while I just felt relived, unstressed, relaxed and alleviated. (You never reject those things that come from our bowels).

Because, although there were some women, I was strongly convinced any of them would know I was the repulsive one.

Because there was no way to escape, the gate was locked and I don't remember if we were going up or down, anyway the trip seemed endless, it was mortifying and torturing.

Because I haven't done it again, at least with the same audience.

Where I've Been and Where I'm Going

I've been to many places but I still don't know where I'm going.

I've been to the sea, I've been the country side,

I've been to the capital city and even to a church.

I've been down, I've been high and also out of my mind.

I've been out of parties and in front of my computer on a friday or saturday night.

I've been to the wrong place, at the wrong time (so many times.)

I've been to the wrong hairdresser and to the right school.

I've been in the wrong queue and on the wrong bus.

I've been on my knees in front of the toilet, I've been in beds I shouldn't have been in

and I have even been on top and below.

I have been in the wrong concert for the wrong reasons

and too far from the stage when in the concert I did want to be in.

I've been ahead, I've been left behind

and even to places I always said I would never be to.

If I stop and think where I'm going, I wouldn't find an answer,

because most of the time I don't know where I'm at.

What I do know is that wherever I've been,

I've had a good time. And that's for sure something

I'm always going to keep in mind:

I'm going sonewhere I can laugh and smile as much as I want!

Because by Natalia

Because I am super paranoiac and taking the Pance and the Ermita was a nightmare.

Because I had enough of listening to whatever the bus driver wanted to listen to.

Because going through the Simon Bolivar Highway is noisy and rough.

Because the heat and the crowd made those journeys unbearable.

Because when the hip-hop “singers” got in the bus I started praying so they won’t take my things away.

Because we as passengers are exposed to get kill every day since the “Guerra del centavo” exists.

Because now I can listen to my music using my mp3 without thinking that somebody is observing me to steal it from me.

Because I have a master degree on Knowing what bus to take wherever you need to go.

Because I don’t care if it takes me one hour or more to get to Univalle, I’m laid-back on it with the AC on.

Because if you know how to use it and if you are conscious of what the blue chairs are for you can enjoy every ride on it.

Because it is comfy and quiet I love the MIO.

"Where I have been,Where I'am going to"

Creative writing

Ingrid Yaneth Urán

Where are you going ?

If I look my life, my academic or personal life I can say that I'm going to the light.

The light of happiness, of the best future and the light of understanding.

Because, now I love me and I know that I'm a ´person with strengths and defaults. I know I can make a mistakes, a lot of mistakes, but I can start again and again and maybe learn of its.

Now I 'm happy in this no perfect world.

Where have you been?

I have been in places where the darkness scare me. The places when a little sound is like a bomb.

I have been lost looking for something that I did not need.

But, I also have been meeting fairy, magic peoples and others special friends. They showed me the real life, the true of the world and the beautiful of the words.

And I also have been spent my time doing things that I really enjoy like stare my son, lie in my bed until late of the morning with my mind in white or buy a huge chocolate bar.

Where are you going / where have you been ?

Where are you going?

The place I'm going right now is not a place. Actually, the place I'm going now is not even close. Right now I'm planning to become a successful language teacher. So, the place I'm going right now doesn't represent a place. It is more like an aim or a purpose.

I take the question “where are you going?” as a poor, easy and instant translation of the Spanish version “hacia donde vas en tu vida?”. This question can be taken as what are your plans for the future. That's why when somebody ask me where am I going to, the only answers that comes into my head is: “I'm halfway to become a great language teacher”.

Where have you been?

I have been in so many places in my short life. I've been in farm, houses, jungles. I've been in journeys and excursions. I have met nice places, museums, parks, mountains; and in all those places I have always felt something special and I 've always reacted in a different way. Some of them touched me. Some of them pleased me, but others made me fell uncomfortable. Indeed, some of those places scare me to the hell. However, what makes you think of this question is that someday, when you became older and you can barely talk, all those memories will have vanished and you can no longer remember where have you been. Those special feelings you have experienced will lost in your mind.

...Is really hard when you can't have a flashback, isn't it?

Unending love... By Jen

Because the first time I saw you we made contact through our eyes and we smiled at the same time.

Because you never told me that you liked me and I never told you that I liked you, but we knew what we felt, it was a kind of body language communication.

Because even though I was afraid of kissing you, I accepted to be your girlfriend.

Because you were my first kiss.

Because we went to the cinema (it was the time of Shrek), but we never watched the film.
Because we broke up when we were in eighth grade, but every time we saw each other we kissed.

Because your kisses were a plane of emotions for all my body.

Because we went back when we were in tenth grade, but it was just for a week.

Because you had many girlfriends, but you always came back to me.

Because the graduation day you were in Cuba, but you call for telling me that you loved me.
Because after finishing school, we lost contact, but several times I surprised myself thinking of you.
Because some years later I found you on Facebook, I sent request and immediately I received a notification:” J.C.A accepted your friend request.

Because we exchanged our emails and we started virtual contact.

Because webcam chat became an addiction for us.

Because you invited me a cup of coffee and I accepted it, and when you looked at me you gave me a huge hug and you held me up while everyone stared at us.

Because I ordered a frapuccino, but then your eyes made me order a beer.

Because our date ended at your home, you and I in a romantic environment, dim light, beers and music. It was like a fairy tale ending.

Because after more than three years you kissed me AGAIN and it was like the first time…
Because the nakedness of our bodies crystallized our hearts on the time, but the scene became an unfinished painting. Just kisses that night.

Because I was scared, I was confused, but you remained silent and gave me a hug.
Because we talked for hours on Messenger and you put your feelings in words; you transformed me and I became poetry in your mouth.

Because it wasn’t just a physical attraction but a chemical one.

Because I looked for you when I wanted to kiss you and you were there.

Because when you were in my dreams you appeared and when you thought of me I appeared.
Because you told me: “I would like to make love with you” and I accepted it but that day I didn’t call you, I didn’t go to the date and you were mad at me.

Because you removed me from your contacts on Facebook and Messenger. You erased me from your life.
Because we lost contact AGAIN.

Because I tried to forget you but I couldn’t.

Because two months later, I decided to send you a message and you answered it.

Because you came back to my life AGAIN, you added me on Facebook and Messenger one more time.
Because I created a Skype account just for one contact, YOU.

Because we became dangerously addicted to webcam chat, AGAIN.

Because last vacations you invited me out and I accepted it AGAIN.

Because that day it was impossible to try to think rationally, I couldn’t control my feelings, my emotions, we kissed passionately.

Because that day we made love. It wasn’t your first time, it wasn’t my first time, but it was like if it was the first time for both of us.

Because I felt confused AGAIN and I decide to get over you.

Because you were mad at me AGAIN but you looked for me 10 days before.

Because we have been talking about our lives and we feel the same...

Because you need me as I need you.

Because we have a new date tomorrow night and I am so nervous of seeing you AGAIN.

WHERE HAVE I BEEN?

I've been in happy places,

dark places, small places,

colorful places, strange places

and also in places I was not supposed to be.

I've been in Buga, Jamundì, Manizales,

Medellin, San Andrès and Bogotà,

even in Fabulous Vegas and the Big Apple.

I've been crying my heart out in my room,

in the Ermita 1 on my way home,

and in the MIO on my way to Univalle.

I've been L.M.A.O wherever my friends have been,

in the cafeteria, in the classrooms, in the bathrooms,

at Unicentro and even in a funeral.

I still don't have a clue where my life will take me,

there are too many paths and too many places

I would love to go to.

I guess I have to make up my mind

beacuse my time is running out

and I can't stay longer where I am now,

I wish I could go “to infinity and beyond”.

A new passport to the universe: my bed

This is a crazy story, you don't have to believe it, but let me tell you that it is true. I have been in two places at the same time. I am not a witch, but I did it...

Last night, when I was sleeping, I discovered myself looking at my body on my bed, it means, there were two Jennifers; I was, not, we were, were I? -I don't know- but something, maybe my soul was next to my body producing strange sounds -Yes, yes yes, I know, I was snoring-. I was not scared about it, so I decided to take a short trip... I went to the surface of earth and I stayed there for an instance; It was wonderful, it was an indescribable experience... a wave of silence and peace took my heart, my senses just perceived calmness; I have never been so happy and I have never felt what I felt...to be the owner of the universe, just for some seconds, -oh my god, I was powerful!...- it was a privilege... so, I don't mind where you have gone “Barranquilla, Santa Marta, Pasto, Buenaventura, Amazonas, Panama, New York or China” because nobody has gone to the universe without needing a rocket, without paying for a full package and nobody has had the opportunity of having stars on her/his hands like Me.

"where i have been, where i'm going to"

Thursday 10^th February 2011

Where are you going?

Where have you been?

During my life I haven't been in many places but those where I've been are really important for me.

I remember my vacations in my mom's farm. It took us eight hours to get there and when we arrived to a small dusty town we walk for maybe forty minutes and carrying heavy bags.

I met many uncles and cousins and cousin's sons and daughters.

During those days I run through huge trees, I swam in cool rivers, I ride a horse and I shred honey with it and a dog.

I spent the darkest nights I have ever seen where only the moon light helped us to see.

I spent those vacations between scary stories about witches and beautiful bright mornings. I spent those vacations where my mom had so many memories that it made me know her better, that it made me feel I had been in my family's roots, in my family´s reasons to be proud of what we are, to be proud of our long journey.

After those places where I've been I'm sure where I'm going. I'm going to a big city where I'll create roots to be proud of.

I'm going to where I can feel what I felt in those vacations, I'm going to happiness.

WHERE I HAVE BEEN / I AM GOING TO...

THE hereabouts of this dude are so unknown. Nonetheless, one could speculate on, at least, a couple of episodes in which he should have tried to bring down (or merely jump over) the rusted barb-wire fence that breaks a man's life in two: eternal anonymity and everlasting magnanimity.
He is on the road looking for some big moments. There remains some spot of this quiet land this guy so badly wants to stay in and, it is actually within himself, to some extent.
He wants to draw the right answers from his pockets. He comes from this place he likes to call photo album village. Here one is able to sort out and to delete every portrait, black and white ones, and technicolor ones too. You come from captivity and try to run towards liberty.

“I CELEBRATE myself
And what I assume you shall assume
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. ”

Leaves of grass. W. W.

And you have to bend over every dancing blossom and to learn from each how to be peaceful and beautiful. All of us come from a pale blue dot and desperately run over it trying to go somewhere else unsuccessfully.

Open Letter to an Entity that Cannot respond

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