Leirdasim's Journals

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My camera, memory cards and lenses were stolen two weeks ago :(

I lost about 500 unedited pics

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Eternidades de Segundo (aÃ±os y aÃ±os compartidos con alguien que nadie imaginarÃa que siempre estuvo ahÃ)

Y bien, asÃ son algunas noches, y algunos dÃas, y quizÃ¡s algunos sueÃ±os. Observo la columna de humo que huye de mi boca subir hasta que dejo de verla y ya sÃ³lo estoy de vuelta en mi montaÃ±a esfÃ©rica particular, todo alejada altura y celajes estrellados de recuerdos y sensaciones. Abajo, el mundo. Arriba, la existencia, y viceversa.

Es allÃ donde no puedo evitar tenerte en cuenta, por algÃºn motivo esencial â�“ y muy probablemente de color azul â�“ que hasta la fecha desconozco, por lo menos en su forma concreta. Tampoco es que me preocupe mucho, la verdad, me resulta grato tener consciencia de esa puerta, ese pasaje abierto en mi burbuja que lleva a esa otra burbuja donde los silencios son conversatorios, las vacas hablan, las sensaciones tienen colores que las definen y los osos de peluche van rellenos de adoquÃn.

Tan parecidas entre sÃ, a decir verdadâ�¦Y, hasta cierto punto, tan conveniente, casi necesario. Tu presencia, incluso invocada, viene siendo como un nÃºmero de emergencia de asistencia existencial; jamÃ¡s imaginarÃas la paz que provoca el saber que en ti tengo, siempre que sea necesario, el mapa con la ruta de vuelta a mi propio centro, y saber tambiÃ©n que yo guardo tu mapa , y que Ã©sa responsabilidad me aÃ±ade motivos para no perderme yo a mi vez.La simbiosis perfecta. Eso sÃ, en dosis homeopÃ¡ticas. Material delicado, consultar Ãºnicamente en casos de extrema necesidad , tan milagrosamente cerca de todo lo absoluto que da miedo abusar de ello, banalizarlo, borrarle el alma. Miedo al miedo, y al alejamiento por cercanÃa. AsÃ lleva siendo aÃ±os, y asÃ se ha mantenido en un equilibrio dolorosamente perfecto, completamente aislado de la sesiÃ³n de zapping que parece mi vida en el mundo.

Nada perdura, excepto vos, no importa que pasemos meses sin cruzar palabra, el tiempo no existe, las cosas solo son, sin mÃ¡s, y los chuchos ladran y por aquÃ llueve como que el cielo estÃ¡ de duelo y se escapÃ³ la gata pero nada importa, porque nada queda mas que lo que ya hay de todo ello.

Intensas, esas dosis homeopÃ¡ticas.

Un ocÃ©ano de por medio y te tengo mÃ¡s cerca que nunca, y la dulzura suave en la nuca y ese calor de abrazo y el miedo y la mÃºsica, difÃcil no caer y quedar colgando, ya pasÃ³ antes y sobrevivimos los dos, cierto, a destiempo eso sÃ, pero ya van aÃ±os de entrenamiento yâ�¦

Sigue dando miedo, y sigue sin importar mucho el miedo, aÃºn. La estructura cristalina que nos comunica sigue intacta, hasta el momento, pese a que a veces resulta repentinamente tentadora la idea de intentar hundirme a travÃ©s de ella con el alma abierta en canal y los ojos vendados, sin atender al temor de pasar como un elefante por una vidrierÃa.

Tampoco importa. En definitiva, las cosas simplemente son, Â¿no? Y el mundo que cae.

Y las palabras.

Y los silencios, y las vacas que hablan.

Temporada de lluvias

Con toda el agua que estÃ¡ cayendo por aquÃ, y los niveles continuos de humedad, ya comienzo a sentirme garbanzo en remojo. Cuando comience a echar brotes ahÃ les aviso.

Hello guys, iÂ´m back

So, after 6 months of not having a computer of my own and almost no internet connection at all, I'm posting again. I havenÂ´t been working too much on my photoshop altered images since I came to Guatemala....Just took a few hundreds of pics roundÂ´ here. Lots of things have happened during these last months, but iÂ´m not on the mood of telling stories right now.... ItÂ´s been a long time since I last felt on the mood of telling stories.

I think thatÂ´s a sign of demotivation, but I donÂ´t care too much about it.... For once, IÂ´m just trying to let meself flow.
IÂ´m having some tattoo lessons, and as soon as I start tattooing people iÂ´ll be posting photos of the results in here.... IÂ´m learning lots of new things lately.... And I came back to drawing. IÂ´ll be having some photo and painting exhibitions around during this year too, and I want to learn some new sculpting techniques, as well.

I think lots of things are starting to happen, not just for me but for everyone. Interesting times weÂ´re living in.....LetÂ´s let the party begin :P

Thx everyone for your kind comments :) hope youÂ´ve been OK all this time.
Lots of hugs.

AndÃ¼

Layers, and layers....(Moving..Again)

These are my last 10 days in Spain..Lots of pre-moving vertigo. Lots of thoughts about people who demonstrated being there, and people who didn't. Lots of questions about why my life behaves this way.

Bye-bye, spain, hello, Guatemala. Let's see what my new place can offer to me , let's see if I find meself by being an alien.

Murder ain't art

>_<

A Costa Rican piece of shit called Guillermo Habacuc Vargas, considered as an "artist" in some places, as it seems,used an starving, sick street dog as part of an exhibition in Managua, Nicaragua. He tied the dog in a corner of the salon, with the prohibition to all the visitors of giving any kind of food or water to the animal, which died after a day. Habacucâ�™s exhibition included a legend spelled out in dog food reading â�œYou are what you read,â� photos and an incense burner that burned an ounce of marijauna and 175 â�œrockâ�™ of crack cocaine. In the background, according to reports, the Sandinista national anthem played backwards. According to the artist, his â�œartâ� was a tribute to Natividad Canda, a Nicaraguan burglar killed in Costa Rica by two rottweilers guarding property he had entered at night. Guillermo Habacuc Vargas was chosen to represent his country in the "Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008".

If that's art, then I'm not an artist. I don't understand how people can let this kind of things happen, and for sure i don't know why the fuck that man was invited to the exhibition.I don't understand, neither, how the visitors of the exhibitions were cruel enough not to give any kind of food to the dog....There was dog food there, in the wall.
Holy shit, I know there are millions of dogs (and people) dying of hunger at the streets all around the world, and that's sad enough... But using the death of an animal to gain money, letting it, PROVOKING it, avoiding the poor animal to get his own food.......that's the reflection of how mankind works.That's why I don't like mankind.This is not about a dog...This is about how we work. And we suck.

Protest adresses:

http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html

"Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008"
bienalcostarica@ gmail.com

info@madc.ac.cr

8 random facts about Leirdasim

Facts

1. I'm a persona non grata in my parents house
2. I love cheese
3. I keep on being obsessed on analyzing my own reactions about EVERYTHING, all the time, like if I was another person
4. I dislike mankind, I like individuals; I'm a natural misanthrope :P
5. I'd rather cut my left hand than stopping creating
6. I don't believe that the human world as we now know it will last long. We live in an obsolete social construct.
7. I don't even think about stop moving and stablishing meself in one place, for the moment
8. The more I know Spain, the more I loathe it. Except Granada, maybe.

Here are the rules:

1) Only list 8 facts.
2) You must then list 8 TAGS at the end of the post. This means you must name 8 people on Buzznet who now must do the same blog.
3) Go comment on their profile and tell them to come read yours! Mark demands participation.

hello from Verona

Hi!!!! I'm in Italy, that's why i'm not posting anything lately.......prepare for the flood of pics when I come back to Spain xP hugs to you all :)

something true I found on the net :)

PEOPLE COME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A REASON

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a
lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do
for that person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a
need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a
difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you
physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without
any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person
will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up
and force you to take a stand.

What we must realize is that our need has been met, our
desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has
been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn
has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of
peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have
never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must
build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job
is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned
to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is
said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason,
a season or a lifetime.

OraciÃ³n a caminos ajenos

DecÃas que tu fuerza, tu futuro, es una espada negra ofreciÃ©ndosete... Â¿QuÃ© hiciste con ella, quÃ© fue de aquella firmeza? DebÃ darme cuenta de que nada visto como un arma podÃa permanecer en equilibrio mucho tiempo; Es la clase de imagen que convierte una ordalÃa en algo que mÃ¡s bien merece el nombre de krypteia... Te sueltan al mundo y escoges el camino del espartano, donde la supervivencia sÃ³lo se entiende a travÃ©s de la aniquilaciÃ³n o el sometimiento.Abandonado en el monte, escoges bajar al pueblo, decapitar a los ilotas y alimentarte con su comida, sin pensarlo. Nada de cazar animales o recolectar frutos, el espÃritu del soldado no entiende eso como primera opciÃ³n, resulta demasiado complicado encontrar la forma de actuar sin un enemigo al que oponerse.Â¿Sembrar, recoger, aceptar? No hay forma de demostrar que eres un guerrero a travÃ©s de eso. Sin oposiciÃ³n, sin competiciÃ³n, Â¿dÃ³nde queda tu fuerza, de quÃ© te sirve tu arma, cÃ³mo demostrar tu valÃa armamentÃstica? No es posible sin derramar sangre.

De tÃ aprendÃ a ver las espinas y olvidar la rosa, viendo desde tus ojos.Pero no me gusta.
Yo no soy esa clase de luchadora. Para tÃ tu espada, yo prefiero mi candela. Mancha menos y da mÃ¡s.