Don't do it.

 "Don't do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was. " 

- Charles Bukowski 

Robert Brault

His glasses.

aww haha,

algo que seguramente alguien diría en mi funeral.

There comes a time...

Torch

I miss your smell and your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything
And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling
Our debriefs at end of day

These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

I miss your neck and your gait
And your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door
Documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling
And your fun and charming friends
Miss our Big Sur getaways
And you watch you love my dogs

These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

One step one prayer
I soldier on
Stimulating moving on

La Jule

Increíble la noche con la Jule ayer en el plaza condesa, el show increíble, bonitos visuales..el set list no pudo ser mejor y este disco sigue reconquistándome.

Ya me hacía falta mi dosis de venegismo.

No se ve, pero siento que hay en mi algo que esta cambiando

Stranger

Supongo que no hay fórmulas y ¿qué sé yo de esto? Nadie se muere de amor. La vida sigue, siempre sigue. A lo que pudo haber sido le pongo sus flores funerarias simbólicas, agradezco, y me despido. Me recuerdo que ya ha estado en estas, quizás peores, y que salí bien librado. Rodéate de amigos que te hagan reír.