I have published my book!!

Hello everyone!!
I have finally published my book.
Amazing but true. I´m over the moon.
You can purchase it here: http://r480.bubok.com

Thanks to everyone who had supported me!!!

Another one

An Important Feeling

He was amazed with that state,
Never thought about the possibilities,
And cared so much about his fate.
He claimed long life to those spirits
Who lived their long-live minutes
As if they were dreams,
And never cared about the opinions
Carried out by those irritating persons.
Now, he sits down on that stairs,
Thinks about these amazing fairs
And concludes that his fate
Has to be connected with his own state.
Let it lead to wathever happens,
Because life, sooner or later, would compensate those matters.





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Another poem...

Unkown days

Due to those days
That guy almost know what life is about,
But he still doesn´t get that way
And feel this experience going out.
It can be love, music, esteem,
Which make him feel confused;
Although they try to himself redeem,
He thinks life is an abuse
For those things that cannot be realized
By that part of the personality called "shyness".
All these seem like a mess,
And one day everything will be expressed.
Hope that experience soon clarifies,
If not, let him live without false hopes.





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WHY? (This was writen in April 2007 while being in Limerick)

We are what we are or what we are supposed to be, that is one of the main questions that are now invading me, but the main one is who we are supposed to be and how we are supposed to behave. These facts depend on something: yourself, which is continually changing. So, if someone says to you that you are like this or that, do not mind about it, you are yourself and that is all. The main objective is your personality, yourself, though it changes through all our entire lives. So, why are we changing through all our entire lives? is this usual? what imply these things? what determines yourself/personality?is there something that we cannot realize about it? is all these because of the society? Bufff... too many questions rounding my thoughts. However, my opinion about personalities is that we are too complex for analyzing ourselves due to our continuous thoughts. We realize about these things because we are observers, and also because we change so easily and fast that we do not realize how these things affect us in ourselves during our entire lives. I hope you, reader, to agree with me, or at least in some way. Life was easier when you were a kid, because you do not think about these matters, do not you?





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Another new poem (People)

People

Another day comes. Lots of new faces appear,
Though you think they seem nice,
There are some who will set you a price,
And others that may you fear.
Now, one could think
Where's the good people?
They are hidden among those who stink
And they quickly fly away like eagles.
Sometimes you meet them,
But it won´t last for ages,
Because something will happen
And could split the new relation.
So, make sure you´ll find the right ones,
Because they last much less than those fellas.




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A new thought

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Is This Love?

When we do not talk about love when we want to talk about love, an important issue to take into consideration. It is like a fever that we have inside, and when we have the chance to do it, we cannot afford it (and it seems so easy...). The person who is going to be said that love, is so powerful, that the feeling becomes cruel, weird, and almost impossible to throw it up. Why is this so? I cannot tell it, but hopefully, someone could do that, because if they cannot, loads of people may be in a big trouble. Why the people that we appreciate in this manner do not realize about our struggle? Is it so difficult? I do not think so, or at least, at this moment of my life. Hopefully time will answer this, because if it does not, I will not find that love in my entire life, or maybe I will, who knows? Maybe I should take myself to another place and try to forget it, but I am apparently tied to this place, I could not bear the idea of being away from these people. Perhaps I find another person , but, will this be like the other? It is said that there are not two same persons in the world. However, if these people do not realize about my wicked feeling, they do not deserve me, or do they? Anyway, I have to put these words into practice and lead my feelings into another worthy world, place, time, or person.

Another poem

Working

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Working among these ruins
Makes one feel strange:
You know these society victims,
Who act their performance with rage,
And let you discover
That life is not so tedious.
Once you notice that this is over,
They suddenly help you feel fabulous
By serving them some quite good stuff.
However you would like to speak with them,
But there is no time for fun
And one has to think about other things that matter.
Anyway, you have to learn that you are HERE
And that is the only thing that you now hear.

A short story

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A thing called troublesome.

As has been said by most of people, life is not as easy as some think.
Another day and plenty of stuff to do. He just wake up, almost feeling good.. Well, it was another tedious day. Get a shower, have the little slice of bread with marmalade, and the usual glass of milk with cacao powder. Prepare his bag with the college notes of the course for the lectures, and get at the bus, which will lead him to his dream: to become someone in this dammed life (which is not an easy task). However, his thinking leads him to the worst feelings of the universe. Anyway, he enters the lecture very proud of being who he is.
The lecture is getting very interesting, but the people do not mind it, because it is very early in the morning, and they only think to finish the lectures and pass the modules, while he is thinking what the time is going to do to him. Geez, what great remembrances arrive at his mind. They were the ones that make oneself ashamed, proud, melancholy, […] he does not know how to describe them. Suddenly, the figure of his best thought comes, tension, happiness, a stream of nerves, he does not know why this was so complicated. Over-beating is taking his heart, and he does not realize about the causes of it.
Out of the lecture he realizes that that circumstance could not last so much time.
Nobody knows about it, you know it, no one cares about it. You are just a consequence of this society, who knows? Maybe you are wrong, but that feeling is overtaking you. You read something similar in those amazing books, but could not imagine that it could happen to you. It is something very hard to explain. I wish someone were in my mind to tell me what is happening to me because this is not as easy as they say. Those special persons who I like to be with cannot be here right now, and if they were, you could not say anything to them, why? Do not know, but you have to think that you cannot be with them all the rest of your life. You have to choose. One or another, but it is impossible. One cannot be at the same time in several places. Eh?! You are in another lecture and your mind does not notice it. Maybe this is more serious than you thought. You have to tell it, but how? They could understand you, but you are not brave enough to tell it. You need someone to take care of this, and that person can only be you, but you need someone too. Arrgh! It is very difficult but not impossible, maybe time gives you what you want, maybe not, but… What do you want? I know, but at the same time I do not know. Well, keep it out at least now, you have to be focusing in the lecture, but I cannot. Keep it out I said! Ok, it seems it is out, but not for a long time, it will appear again in any moment. You do not know how they could do it in pristine times, but you can guess that they keep it or tell it, the same as you, though you cannot throw it up because you are a kind of coward in this aspect. Your feelings are the weirdest thing these last years. I realize now why those people write that stories, to feel better. Oh imagination, you are cruel most of times, you imagine impossible things. You feel better there than here, but you have to change it, and in order to do so, you need to find the person who will help you throughout your life, but, who wants to do it? The ones you thought? Goz, shut up mind! You know those ones are impossible goals, besides you make it possible, but how? Telling them this short of thing, they will laugh at you, or worst, they will never say to you anything…who knows, you should try this, but you risk a lot… Maybe they help you, but the thing is not as simple as it seems, you want… Is this love? Is this mind appeal? Who knows? What? The lectures finished? Oh, I wish I were with…
The college day finished for him, though he still does not know what to do. He chases that idea, but who will fill the gap of his life is the thing that worries him. If it were love, he would never find it, he would stay in those platonic affairs, as usual…