▪ Trying to Get Off

         

        

LOVE SYNAPSE

          

nothing worse than a brain afflicted by love when all signs become ambiguous and everything becomes possible and we start questioning every move like why did they come and talk to us (the interest must be mutual, the roller coaster goes up) but at the same time why are they not talking to us anymore (this must be unrequited love, the roller coaster goes down) or probably they are just shy or perhaps we should forget it all and move on or maybe we should be sensible and find the courage to speak out and risk it all at once although we know that they are most likely not interested (because how could they, how could anybody, the roller coaster goes underwater) and all those laughs are probably just the kind of laughs shared by ordinary friends because how can you tell them apart if no laugh sounds exactly the same but oh weren't those moments special and didn't those fiery eyes pierce inside us as if looking for a nice warm place where they could stay lit forever (the roller coaster goes round and round, it is out of control) and weren't they at times closer to us than they should have been like when their hands touched ours as if replicating and simplifying the complex process of love synapse that takes place between our brains and hearts or as if breaking down this metaphor for connection and communication on a concrete level during those brief contacts or as if saying hey look we can do better if we are together or is it just nonsense that takes over our minds and enjoys making us see all this bullshit because we know this is totally silly and we know we are reading beyond the lines and we know we shouldn't be doing this at all but we also know we can't help it because that's how it works because love has to be a crazy adventure because no love free from insanity is worth the love (the roller coaster cannot slow down, it cannot stop) so in a pointless attempt to get off the ride and knowing that we are already screwed up we still ask ourselves what the hell is going on and why on Earth can't our brains think straight when afflicted by love

          

(2015)

        

        

        

▪ Cogito ergo sum

PIENSO QUE EN ESTE MOMENTO...

Pienso que en este momento

tal vez nadie en el universo piensa en mí,

que solo yo me pienso,

y si ahora muriese,

nadie, ni yo, me pensaría.

Y aquí empieza el abismo,

como cuando me duermo.

Soy mi propio sostén y me lo quito.

Contribuyo a tapizar de ausencia todo.

Tal vez sea por esto

que pensar en un hombre

se parece a salvarlo.

Roberto Juarroz

    

    

   

▪ Summertime = Jasmine

PRO(CE(SOS)) Y MANIFESTACIONES

- Pregunta poco original:
¿Cuál es tu aroma favorito?

(Cara falsa de me-muero-de-intriga.)

- Patrón matemático (irracional) de pensamiento:
jazmines = verano = vacaciones + familia = felicidad = tranquilidad = descanso + silencio = presente detenido

(Las neuronas empiezan a hacer sinapsis. Se producen cortocircuitos entre axones y dendritas. El milagro de la creación.)

- Respuesta mental (semiinconsciente) del escritor:
Mi aroma favorito es el del presente detenido, mientras descanso en silencio, en la tranquilidad de mi casa, con mi familia, en pleno verano, feliz, disfrutando de mis vacaciones, rodeado de jazmines florecidos por todas partes.

(Abre la boca. La cierra. Se da cuenta de dónde está y de quién le hizo la pregunta. Suena una alarma. Bajan las barreras.)

- Respuesta verbalizada:
El de los jazmines.

(Cara honesta de ah-bueno-está-bien.)

- Respuesta olvidada.

(2009)