If reality = illusion, then illusion = reality
— IRPC (June 2011)
Down and up… once upon a time in life
by IRPC /Written on August 31, 2006/
You’re in a ‘bad’ moment of your life… bad as in “no movement”. You feel that nothing is happening, like crap, like ‘good for nothing’. You’re not moving in any direction; still… that’s what you think.
Really life is just readjusting itself, it’s keeping its surprise a surprise, so when you finally see what it’s got for you, you’re actually surprised, amazed, etc… and everything makes sense, and it all goes back to normal.
Normal is now a higher standard than before. You’re going up a spiral in which you cannot ever go down again. Climbing the stairs that never end.
by IRPC /Written on September 9, 2006/
What’s the good? What’s the bad?
Wanting to do something and not being able to. Having your mouth and your soul strap-locked.
There are many things that I would love to do. I don’t do them because I’m lazy perhaps. Then I feel bad of doing nothing and wasting my life… depression I guess. Really if you have things in your mind that you want to do, and you don’t, you’re really wasting your life. What is life anyway. I’d rather be dreaming.
Some people ‘dare’ to look up to you. You ‘dare’ to take that responsibility. Inside you crumble and you can’t even hold yourself up like a decent human being.
The only ‘real’ thing that we’ve got besides ourselves (sometimes) is our ‘family and friends’. I say that my friends are family too… the close friends. I love how “being an entirely different entity”, you can actually be with more little worlds (other people) and share words, thoughts, moments.
It’s like when you watch the stars… the world is so alive, and we barely give ourselves the chance of giving that a little thought once in a while. So self-centered, so egocentric we are.
Not just that, we disrespect our closest brothers; animals, plants… all the living creatures with which we ‘share’ this planet.
Sharing. Such an interesting topic. We can preach for hours non-stop about sharing, but when we are the ones ‘needed’ to share, we think it twice, or we convince ourselves that we will do it in the next occasion.
Leaving things for tomorrow
what’s the hurry anyway
Living like pigs
We’re nothing but pigs
Play in your mud, come on play…
Isn’t that what you want?
Filthy pig, the dirt won’t come off
even in your rainy days
There is always a new sun
waiting for us the next morning
There is always a loving moon
waiting for us at night
Don’t leave us alone… ever
I want to read more books. I want to write more songs… or at least one decent song. I don’t ever want to be satisfied.
It’s good that I’m “depressed”, or with this gray ‘good for nothing’ feeling. This means that I’m actually not satisfied with what’s happening in my life, and that eventually I will do something to regain the necessary balance.
English… Rusty English
Happiness… Rusty Happiness
Love… Rusty Love
Emptiness… Best Friend
Loneliness… The Same
I am who I always was.
I am I.
This will stop whenever I make it stop. Life may take me through dark passages… I’ll always find the light. No riddles, no easy words will take me off my path.
I only have to let go. I only need to go with the flow. The flow the flow the flow…
Consejos de un Camaleón /en español/
por IRPC /Escrito en Marzo 16, 2008/
por una rama descompuesta
sigues tu andar
te niegas por timidez y osadía
a ser reflejo de tu luz
¿que hallaste en el lado oscuro
que no has canjeado tu cruz?
entre tu y yo encuentro
analogía y verdad
para ti no existe
autoridad ni dominio
y saber que sabes
es tú carta nadamás
y cuando sientas que te vas
siente lo demás
The comedy: eternally unchanged
by IRPC /Written on March 16, 2008/
I’ve managed to escape self-control
now looped animality grasps my core
finally… something worth the bore
I stood there for a moment or two…
all absurdity laid bare
and after contemplating the ’perfect world’ exposed
I found devolution is the vogue
False and pure
brainless, short-sighted truth
hammers me… and I go for the lure
who’s pulling the strings?
it is what it is
the school of retard
the school of ‘peace’
All the fireworks delayed
but surely not for me
hit play… the only way
remember ’no need’ to be free
Lock me out will ya’ ?
by IRPC /Written on March 16, 2008/
It’s all been about the essence
not what’s obvious but the unseen
the invisible side of the table
not what smells, not the bling
just crudely what you feel
A silent conversation
her body whole
that fire deep in her soul
no words… magnetism
You don’t want to be treated good
you need a little ‘pain’ to get you through
‘cause what’s heaven if not dull
rather be in hell than being a fool
I’ve found no big difference
between black and white
the ‘best’ fear the worse
oh what a magical world this is
when I love you deeply
and when I take a piss