Gran Enigma del Alma

This is the part of my life I call -THE ASSHOLE- , that fucking thing that lives inside of me that makes me have a curse and a blessing at the same damn time: the ability to tell the truth. And one day, the rolling gigantic ball of snow that was coming down for a while, devastating anything on it's path, came to land, or for the sake of more -agro- type wording, Shit hits the fan. In what contest? For that we need a definition. quimera Del  lat.   chimaera,  y este del  gr.  χίμαιρα  chímaira. 1.  En   la   mitología   clásica ,  monstruo   imaginario   que   vomitaba   llamas   y   tenía   cabeza   de   león ,  vientre   de   cabra   y   cola   de   dragón . 2.  Aquello   que   se   propone   a   la   imaginación   como   posible   o   verdadero ,  no   siéndolo . Aquello que se propone la...

We dive deep into the channels of communication, as made of ethereal matter that confiscates the wellness of people who work for a who, nevertheless for a what. The tough side of the matter is when we believe that the kind of communication is true. As corporate employees we should be able to inherently perceive the feelings , structure and intent in every conversation we have, although,  this is  not always the case, and this is where this story starts. Sometimes deep in our chain of communication comes a time where we need to decide what is the type of path that we lean towards choosing, and instead of analysing porter's pyramid on those decisions, we need to become lenient to ourselves and ask: ¿Is this what I really need? - and how does this reflect on the type of purpose I want to have towards this career path.... Perhaps as soon as we smell a hint of betrayal , which most of the time is residing deep in our imaginations, we act upon it as imperfect human bein...

  Life, as the all sudden all complex paradox that it is, lead us to complex situations all the time, whether is our fault or not, we can withstand some of those, some others can only be spoken in riddles, Hence the story of the welder: Once upon a time, there was a young welder named Chimæra , who's name had been chosen by his parents to describe a mythical creature with parts taken from various animals, to describe him as composed of disparate parts and perceived as wildly imaginative, implausible and dazzling . He was a very skilled welder, and he loved his work. He loved the feeling of the heat on his skin, the smell of the welding rods, and the sound of the arc as it fused the metal together. He loved the challenge of creating something new from raw materials, and he loved the satisfaction of seeing his work come to life . One day, Chimæra was welding on a bridge when he saw a beautiful cat like woman walking by. He was immediately smitten, and he followed her to comply to h...

It sounds bad, yes, however, how can we define that the perfect relationship is based on what? Age? Money? Compatibility? Character? I mean, yeah, some bit of each and much more, but what about love? Everyone fears that word now a days, we have all of this, first world problems (yeah, in Colombia too bitches), the coffee has too much milk and the delivery didn´t get here in time, the cleaning woman messed up my mirror type of shit, you know, again, first world problems, the kind that don’t allow you to feel the real deal, to feel what is going on with that coffee, experience who made it, what was the feeling that was felt by making it, perhaps what was experience that made that delivery late, or what happened to that woman that made her scratch that mirror, was it, inexperience? Lack of care? Inability to differentiate what is expensive? Experience life! or, should I not tell you what to do? Perhaps you don’t like to be told what to do, in which case I won’t tell you what to do, howe...

  I gotta clarify, this is art is from KAS:ST, and so what is in this marvellous song (2084), some pieces of this writing resemble and quote them, therefore it will be written differently. Having said this copyright stuff, let's go. "We are looking for this Lost Paradise but reality drag us and eternal deeper to Infinity  -to Infinity- there's only Shadow we are falling down beautiful and perfect world  and Rise Again" We are looking for this lost paradise, we surely are, as we rely on the "reality" that surrounds us, the reality we have been made to believe that is real, that same reality that drags us an eternal deeper to infinity. How do we create this idea of lost paradise on ourselves? This beautiful and perfect world that we started learning by tv shows like dragon ball, where there's no tangible evil, but only strategies to be learned about how to fit into the social construct. This social construct evolves as our inner demons are being shut off b...