todas palabras del mundo
ya se han dicho
diferente pero igual
el hecho que todavia nos sirven
y todavia me dan ganas
es una surpresa
cada dia de nuevo...
Monday, December 29, 2025
Tuesday, November 25, 2025
a joventud adentro del juego
el dia de reconocer el
"juego del mundo" llego demasiado temprano.
pa' mi. era joven.
no me gustaba nada ese juego.
dolia, fue tragico, injusto y opresivo.
el caos de los adultos.
siempre decian que lo sabian todo.
pero veia que no era la verdad.
no sabian mucho de mi. no sabian mucho de los demas.
no sabian mucho de su mismo. solo sabian lo que querian.
y como conseguirlo.
de qualquier manera.
no les importaba otra cosa.
sin ninguna piedad.
asi que comence a correr.
y aun, asi sigo escapando.
con solo mi tristeza como companera...
Vaya!
Corinne Wesley November 2025
(yayaya, es triste. pero yo vivo bastante feliz. cada dia un poquito...)
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Gedanken zum 20. April 2025
(Bild von Paul Klee)
still ist mein zimmer
nur die gasflamme hoer' ich zischen
irgendwo draussen bellen hunde
und der himmel ist so blau
mit dem fruehling kommen voegel
sie singen und fliegen
an meinem fenster vorbei
fast koennte man meinen
es herrsche frieden
doch wie immer schon
seit es uns gibt
ist das nur eine illusion
stattdessen zieht die angst durch's land
sie ist auch in mir drinnen
sich wehren kostet viel
aber vermeiden kann man's nicht
im dunkeln liegend kommt die frage
ob diese welt denn noch zu retten ist
Saturday, January 25, 2025
night time stuff
night time stuff
ultimately, the human race has been fukking up so royally, for such a long time, we can't even see it anymore.
it is said that change includes the breakdown of the old, all the way.
we have no one but ourselves to blame, allowing horrid things to happen, over and over, forever poisoning and killing, and destroying, wherever we go, whatever we touch.
having the answers to most global problems, but not applying them because it isn't "cost effective."
we continue to act on our most basic instincts, whether we "know better," or not.
i am sick of watching it, in myself, others around me, clapping each other, in congratulatory ways, on our proverbial backs.
telling ourselves what good people we are, after all, while we all played our role, not only in the destruction of our natural environment, but all the other, unfortunate, creatures that have to live, and die, alongside us, within it.
i feel utterly disgusted, with (almost) the whole thing.
i'm no longer sure of anything, in myself, or the rest.
there's no escape.
no one gets out alive.
we write what has been written by others, in similar ways, over and over.
we always have (great) excuses for our own hypocrisy, in the predatory systems we have been creating, since the beginning of history, and before.
why?
because, ultimately, that's our nature??
what is being done, all over the world, in our name and in the name of "king progress," cannot create a better world.
someone always makes a buck in the background.
no matter how.
no prisoners taken.
that's what counts...
can't really escape "the bottom line."
gotta survive, right??
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