#reflexion
Es un deleite divagar un poco,
soltarse de la cuerda firme de lo real,
dejar que la utopía nos tome de la mano (nos consuma un poco)
y caminar, aunque sea a ciegas, hacia lo imposible.
Imaginar es un acto de rebeldía silenciosa,
una conspiración íntima contra la rutina que tanto aturde.
¿No lo creen?
J. Felix
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 11:38 PM UTC
Do I truly enjoy every experience,
or just find the easiest way to get through it?
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
Who will one day say that there is reason in things done by the heart?
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
Somos eso último que pensamos antes de dormir,
eso que nos inquieta nada más despertar.
Somos sueños, ideas y realidad,
una mezcla de lo vivido
y un pedazo de cada persona que está, o que se ha ido.
Somos eso que guardamos bajo llave.
Somos lo que decimos,
pero
sobre todo,
somos lo que callamos.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
And at the end of the day
All that matters is your soul's way
And you may or may not know
Your heart's flow.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC
Foolishness should be a crime
And a heavy crime,
It takes more of oneself than anything ever could with sharp grey razors
Penetrating flesh slowly in one's immense pleasure,
Oddly satisfying until the end comes,
And the end is always near
As foolishness gets in touch with reality.
And what strikes me is that anyone can be a fool,
It seems to be embedded in the human DNA
Holding hands with corruption,
For foolishness is nothing but the corruption of oneself
At the hands of fantasy.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
The mountains stand like giant ghosts behind the shore,
The buildings trap the sand
Their electric lights such vigilants of the sea
Motorbikes as little dispatchment troops
Cars parked as sleeping cops.
The buildings, so aware of the sea,
Forget the glory of rocky tall ghosts from beyond,
Their valleys turned shopping malls and residential areas.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
Sincerety has aligned me with the wrong path
to love
to success
to glory,
It certainly draws the potential of freedom and truth
yet at the cost of shattering every chance of a quiet life,
Even the freedom it brings is only of oneself's mind
We have no control
We, the sincere,
Shall not have our names sang,
Yet they will ring for centuries
In the ears of the many who never spoke for themselves.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Love will not save you
It won't save anyone,
Ask any cardiologist.
It is a bitter thing, love
And every feeling that traps you
In ecstasy tying you to another soul.
Never more blissful than the effort it takes
To handle,
The gut screams, the heart fails.
The spirit laughs.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
in the back seat of a car
the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads
in the back seat of a car
with it's secrets veiled by it's mouth
only when it's useful
it is had with attention
but in indifference times
disappears in the darkness
passing the crossroad
a master and it's disciples
the mists surrounds it
and make it invisible
the bell rings
the sparrow sings
the cigarette burns
the blade cuts
with it's friends
it walks
but the loneliness
surrounds it
into the night
a cry of pleasure fills it
a nervous laugh
followed by the kiss of love
a punch that makes it bleed
the Patriot gives it
it's clothes in the street
and freedom around the corner
the wind whisper
the owl sings
the candles on
the moon shines
in the woods appears
smiling, hysterical, naked
dancing in endless spirals
with it's invisible beings around
in a black and white world, ruled
a being with colored eyes
breaking boundaries and walls
the arcana 0 incorporates
in the back seat of a car
the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads
imagining the perfect perfection
in a place of pain and prejudice
the pen between it's fingers dance
a silent music
the poem of it's pale owner
the paper reveals secretly
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Dear world,
I understand I'm not the perfect
picture you paint in your mind
Let's be kind to the truth,
I Look at my reflexion,
something isn't right
Dear world,
I'm losing my youth
never had a connection
Day to day I face rejection,
You Say there's redemption
As I see this reflection of non-perfection
I Try getting along
But there is all these objections.
You echo
"I lost connection"
Well Connection was never lost,
That path was never crossed
See world,
I don't fall for your lies and deception
Saying this world is yours,
Well where's mines?
You say see its my world,
You must play by my rules
Well one day I'll say that too,
I will one day feel the same way
Maybe because,
I'll Get you caught up in tricks and lies,
Make you feel criminalized,
In my world,
You'll be victimized
You will be called uncivilized
You won't be the perfect picture
You painted in my mind.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC