Exuding Moisture...

Sodium chloryde and urea. It's a part of us. We are destined to be together. Forever.

Sometimes it is not welcome though. Specially when it shows up without calling first. Uninvited. When there is no A/C or shower around.

I wish I could make those glands stop for a moment, but they work even harder when I think of it.

It's an unsurpassable cascade of body fluid. Summer is often unforgiving in these situations.

A love-hate relationship. I know I can expect it in a basketball game or at the gym. But I'm not ready for it in a crowded train, in class or at the local bookstore.

Sweat. My eternal companion.

The Ghost Girl

You must be some sort of divinity. Your sparse manifestations become less frequent over the years. Always carrying the banner of Hope, though bound you may be. But that inebriates me with a sense of tangible Freedom, felt in every skin pore.

From time to time you show up, like an apparition, telling me your tales of grief and sorrow. You feed me with the false illusion that I can play a role in your life. I hear your pain but I can't feel it. I wish I could. But you won't let me in. You tirelessly row with broken oars against the cynical and treacherous tides, alone and brave; you walk amongst your kin like a Ghost Girl, not expecting help, coaching or support from anyone; your dedication to your principles seems to lead into a path of obsession: an obsession to "do good" and to walk away from the shackles that restrain you.

I wish you could feel the air that surrounds you. I wish you would come out of your protective dome and stop pursuing your goals in such a painstakingly way, enduring great deprivation. As noble as they may be, they are chased through a road paved with degradation and mayhem. The air I breathe is not pure. But it's better than holding my breath.

VR...Overtaken by the Digital Millennia

It's been a few years since I have connected myself for the first time. Gradually, I was being converted since then, peacefully. I didn't even try to resist. Internally, my natural defense systems were deceived and accepted the intrusion masked as a gift, bearing a large resemblance to a Trojan horse. Slowly it has been working, like a sleeper cell, meticulously setting its path into the final objective, without commiting mistakes or causing suspiction. I notice that the process of assimilation is near its completion. This metamorphosis has been taking its course along the years, but I hardly notice it. Why? Because I feel like this has always been a part of me.

In my mind, I feel accomplished. I hear the bleeps and beeps. It won't be long until my body joins the party. I want it to be the perfect technological interface. Soon I'll be breathing source codes and shiting binary. My veins will be made of fiber optics, with streams of data flowing inside instead of blood. My brain cells work as an advanced chip, analyzing, storing and processing information in its core rapidly.

I yearn for a digital life, and I wait paciently for a time when the reality I live in is absorbed by a far less cruel one...Virtual Reality.

The elixir of life / Refuse to age

A smile. A clear sky, adorned by a fiery sun. A pair of trainers among the world of suits, a soul that refuses to age within time and space. A song that will be everlasting, while we speak and utter words and giggles, engraved in the walls of memory. We talk a lot. We also work and try to be accountable, to carry burdens bigger than ourselves, but in the end we're cut from the same cloth. I know this because of all the jokes that fill the void left open as we speak in our "technical jargon". We don't need to act as total asses as if we were condemning an unpretentious lifestyle. But we don't act as hooligans either.

I'm sure that, in 50 years time, we'll be looking at ourselves, and we will see beyond the obvious. Despite the wrinkles, the sciatic or the grey hair, our hearts will always be young.

Hits and misses...Ups and downs...

We are all different. All of us have distinctive ways of living in a vigorous attempt to thrive in the cruel world. Among our daily experiences may be included some little things, that may be more or less meaningful for each one of us, depending on our own personality.

Some may look at these situations simply as "hits" and "misses".

Hits:

-Sleeping in fresh clean sheets;
-The feeling of wearing a brand new t-shirt;
-The energy as you walk out of cold water;
-The sense of discovering something new;
-Every opinion we share;
-Hearing that new album that you have been waiting for ages, and realizing it is as good as you expected.

Misses:

-Saying goodbye, never knowing when to return;
-Waiting ages for an sms reply;
-That stain in your favorite piece of clothing.
-That bad meal that wrecked your meticously planned night out.

Well, no matter how much we plan, there will be always hits and misses in our lives. Just try to keep the number of your hits way above your misses...