Friday, August 17, 2012

PONDERING ABOUT tECHNOLOGY

Well...few years later I am still skeptical of technology. When we become enslave by the same technology that suppose to set us free, make us wonder..so why is it that I needed it in first place. I mean, I can write poems in a piece of paper and keep it under my pillow without having to update information that websites want in order to re-sale that information to someone else or to track my likes and dislikes. It aggravates me when they try to force me to do something I don't want to do. It is a form of controlling the customer and it really bugs me. I did not grow up with computers, and I probably will never be computer friendly. I rather the face to face interaction. i prefer to read a paper book instead of a nook. I like the smell of the book. I love to watch the letters in the paper and being able to walk away from the screen that has been on my face all day long! why will I want to continue torturing my eyes in a screen. Ah! life was more simpler without computers. I guess computers are a necessary evil, but don;t expect me to like it.


Sunday, June 17, 2012

LA MUERTE Y EL OLVIDO

Dicen las malas lenguas
que no existe la muerte
solo el olvido...

Si debo elejir una,
la muerte
tiene mas dignidad
que el olvido.



Monday, April 16, 2012

TENTACION

El dulce nectar de tu boca
es como la miel dulce y melosa
una invitacion abierta al beso
una tentacion dificil de ignorar...

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Sobresalto

de pronto un sobresalto me perturba...
donde andaras...con quien te juntas...
porque te atreves a perturbar mi pensamiento?
Atrevido!

just pondering...

I am thinking today in the past and how it reflects on the future...at the end is all related...

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Serenity

Ah! the peacefulness of an evening
without the phone ringing!
There is such a beauty in the silence.
Stillness is a precious treasure.
I suposse without the anoying noise
I would not be able to apreciate
such a serene moment...

The Broken Glass

 Shattered in pieces Over the cold dark floor Lays like a broken glass Red pieces of my broken heart I had it broken many times before And m...