Encontrarte

Encontrarte no es tan sólo conocer tus coordenadas,
la huella de tu angustia o las lunas que divisas.
Encontrarte es más que tropezar con tu prisa,
con tu eco en mi tintero y tus nostalgias remilgadas.

Encontrarte es un suceso que supera todo descubrimiento,
Que vence la fugacidad de los roces y las huidas,
Encontrarte conlleva más que afrontar el apaciguamiento
Alterar el vacío o suturar viejas y abiertas heridas.

Encontrarte es incluirme en tus causas y tus efectos,
sobrevivir a la explosión y a la muerte amaestrada.
Encontrarte es habitar cada átomo de tus aspectos,
Es navegar por el laberinto traicionero de tu mirada.

Encontrarte es recolectarte en todas tus manifestaciones,
En tu caricia, en tu desvelo, en el calor de tu aliento,
Los susurros que has dejado abandonados en el viento.
En todas tus constancias y en cada una de tus locas, estúpidas y fascinantes interrupciones.

El friso de la vida

La Tormenta

Claro de Luna

Noche Estrellada

Rose y Amelie

Vampiresa

Muerte en la Alcoba

Angustia

Cenizas

Madonna

Mujer en las tres etapas

Metabolismo

Golgotha

La Niña Enferma

La Voz

La Enredadera Roja

Melancolía

El Grito

"Caminaba yo con dos amigos por la carretera, entonces se puso el sol; de repente, el cielo se volvió rojo como la sangre. Me detuve, me apoyé en la valla, indeciblemente cansado. Lenguas de fuego y sangre se extendían sobre el fiordo negro azulado. Mis amigos siguieron caminando, mientras yo me quedaba atrás temblando de miedo, y sentí el grito enorme, infinito, de la naturaleza". 

-Edvard Munch. Pintor simbólico expresionista noruego.

El friso de la vida

Ciclo pictórico que contiene gran parte de las obras más importantes de Edvard Munch que pretende dar una visión unitaria de la existencia del hombre: el amor, el miedo, la muerte, el deseo, la angustia, las pasiones, la melancolía, la soledad, la angustia, el dolor, la deseperación, la tragedia y el aislamiento. 

Gestalt Prayer

I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
If not, it can't be helped.

-Fritz Perls, 1969
Psychoterapist, known for his contributions to psychology, developer and founder of the Gestalt Therapy.

An ugly truth

-So those are the good news and the bad news- he said.
-Well, the good news don't sound good at all, and the bad news are just a little worse than I expected- I replied.
-Well, maybe that's because there's no such thing as good news.
Just late bad news.-

Welcome aboard, Mr. Pilgrim

    "Welcome aboard, Mr. Pilgrim," said the loud-speaker. "Any questions?"
Billy licked his lips, thought a while, inquired at last: "Why me?"
   "That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?" 
   "Yes." Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three lady-bugs embedded in it.
   "Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."  (...)

   "Where am I?" said Billy Pilgrim.
   "Trapped in another blob of amber, Mr. Pilgrim. We are where we have to be just now - three hundred million miles from Earth, bound for a time warp which will get us to Trafalmadore in hours rather than centuries."
   "How - how did I get here?"
   "It would take another Earthling to explain it to you. Earthlings are the great explainers, explaining why this event is structured as it is, telling how other events may be achieved or avoided. I am a Trafalmadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber."
   "You sound to me as though you don't believe in free will," said Billy Pilgrim.

   "If I hadn't spent so much time studying Earthlings," said the Tralfamadorian, "I wouldn't have any idea what was meant by 'free will'. I've visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will."

-Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007)
Novelista norteamericano. En Slaughterhouse- Five (1969)