Landing on a New Revelation

In the beginning, there was a child. She was born on a dawn proclaimed by the guardians as revolution. Placing this child atop see-through citadels of the humble war between thought and time, she grew. Some said at first glance that she was the reincarnation of the golden parallel, an existence that loomed over only as a remembrance of the morphic and hybrid dimensia of a subterranean joy left in the scrolls of the ancient prophets. Covered over in order for the controllers to marginalize the freebird nation of her patronage, the darkness became her friend, and light was only an affair during moments of catastrophic beauty. Her birth originating from the Ultimate Existence was not negated by the fact that she made friends with the lovers of forsaken holy hells and learned from the lepers of the exiled universe.

She followed the wave of obscurity until she crashed onto the shore by which stood the Truth Rebellion. As she walked toward the portal of this contraband reality, the opening towards re-creation, it seemed no more a journey, but a pause on doubtless continuity.

The hope had slipped in through the cracks and now, she saw. Humanity.

The revolution began when the crevices of eternity started fighting with one another, and that large sky bird decided to contaminate heaven. The renegades resurrected when the last moon kissed the purple daffodil too long to wonder why the sun was falling. The awakening had begun, as the earth felt aware and dissatisfied of its own complacency.

She had landed.

Singing Jazz in Spain!!!!!

So, yes ladies and gentlemen, it was not inevitable, but in the least case, I had to sing at least once!!! I met a band that plays at this spot near my house every Thursday. They are a dope jazz band called Jazztedigo and have some of the most talented musicians I have met in my life. So, without further blah blah blah, here's the footage from one of our performances!!! HOpe you enjoy!!! And look out for more surprises in the future :)

p.s. Special thanks to Santiago Basaras Saga, Kate Schnable and Carissa Kydd for footage!!!!

Random Pics-La Vida

the tienda where i bought my orange juice...it is a panaderia or place you can buy bread too


the street i live on


the beautiful city of Santander


my school...the building is called, "Interfacultativo"...it took me almost two months to say it right


me getting my knowledge on....im too cool for school...just kidding:)

Mi Zumo de Naranja y Yo(My Orange Juice and I)

Preface to the poem: So, a little while back, I was sick with a cold. I went to the local tienda and bought some orange juice, you know regular old fixer upper, natural orange juice. So, I go back to the house with my orange juice, and my abuela(the lady I am staying with), gets a litte upset at the fact I brought home orange juice!!! Her thinking was that she was feeding me just right and I was getting all the vitamins I would ever need....I think it was sort of a diss to her cooking that I needed to by orange juice to feel better....I don't know...so for the next day or two, I had to sneak drinking my orange juice.......so the following poems are from the bench where I drank my orange juice in seclusion, hiding from my abuela so she wouldn't be mad and wouldn't feel disrespected about me bringing orange juice home...but I had to get well!!!

So, I found a bench and wrote.

There

week's journey around the world
i stare onward
into the ocean
my orange juice and i
and my bag
from 10th grade
together
as one zoned out entity
occupying this vaguely
familiar
municipality
of a breeze

maybe we were once
all acquainted when we went
picking cotton that day
and on the way home
passed a tree of oranges

did we end up together
to support
to grow as the shreds
got bigger
and talk
to the one to our right
as he coped with losing
his pulp

black and brown shoe strings

she wonders why insecurity
returns in alone time


picture of my orange juice



La Otra

the pigeon approached me
in the most astute manner
i think he as a King
for he had breastplates
of shimmering glory
and he walked with
a fearless purpose

"pass the large one
for we don't stop for
strangers" i think he said

"no friends
only kin with pity" i think he said

"being royal's a lonely life" i asked

"are you kidding me!?!"

answer like
cancer
on your birthday
really hits like JR


The look

The stroll