What is the heaven?, what does the earth hide?, like the air I look for a place to rest, because I watch and study and that is enough for me, it is enough for me to breath only, think only, to wink only; it is enough for me to act. But all of that does not have sense if everytime it happens I found myself empty.Nothing matters at this point and many suns had shined, many moons had sparkled. I have a place to return to; even though no one is waiting for me, I had a purpose to return and that is the reason why I hadn´t returned. I remember confusing pictures and I see bright scenes. I feel good and bad frequently because every breaking down I see, my purpose is go away.

SOMETIMES I FEEL THAT I’M LOSING MY MIND

Created by:• Diego Lozano Fuentes.• Oscar Jordan Gutiérez

Olivera.• Juan Ramiro Salazar

Adame.• Cesar Alejandro Sánchez

Aguirre.• Luis Diego Solís Salazar.

I don’t lose the hope and the colors of the late afternoon are trying to cheer me up. The lights of the day arrive through the window, they spin in circles and they suddenly turn off. They know that the door was sometimes opened; I think that’s the reason they enter. They don’t know the door is never going to open; I think that it is a weird and deadly trap.The biggest move takes place outside. The waves and the consequences run through the glass and transferred. Inevitably they manage to cross my soul; although that does not touch me, do not change me, I become the most superficial being that lives at the ground, at the ceiling. All filter and only pursue paged me, what I like. True to start some time, but never spend my energy, I do not have much stretch run. Yet at times I feel exhausted and dejected. Sometimes I do not want to stand, there are no bad or good, and if any, I have more virtues than defects. I do not know whether it is right or claim if I am consistent when I complain. But my bias is diluted quickly in silence and then I forget what I was talking about.

There’s no witnesses of my punishment, much less my partial victories. Sometimes I fear I’m just losing my mind. It’s expected that I’m fatigued, the same as I am impatient, the same I’m soothes. I know there is a path that leads me and I look forward to cross; I cannot do it on impulse, I must be complete. Because that´s the feeling, if I can still say I feel. I look and I find a hole, an irregular chunk that should not be. A missing piece; while it is understandable that maybe it’s my imagination, it is not difficult to accept as real, because if I look beyond the usual, it appears that tends to expand. Progressive disease whose purpose could be fatal. I have no fear of what might happen to me, I worry about what will happen to my eyes.

And I rambled and changed the course in more than one occasion, in various forms and places I could continue. Not distrust honesty, only doubt his power. I hesitate to call it special, although I must admit it is no easy to hold on to it, I can feel bitter about his absence, but today I recognize it becomes more complicated. For my part I am here and I have not gone. Yes, you have probably been, or is likely to have not noticed me and that is prohibited. Meanwhile, I have no other destination that I write it in my mind and the space journey. Here for sure you lose, so do not know how come, what will be the recipient, whether it will be sooner or later, I am unaware of the details and generalities, I deal only with the immediate and it forced me. No negotiation; if I want it I can have that or nothing.

I do not know what the crime was that as least I made, but that is my conviction. My back is my goal and no cruelty worth when fulfilled. Of course those are not my words I am not one who decides. There is a loud and captivating voice, so awesome, like the thunder that accompanies the storms, and as these announced the storm, the worst of storms, so I’m told. But I have to try to be precise, and I decided that I’m apart. I return and realize my mistake, how to explain myself, understood? How? I should tell that at first I was not, later I went and stayed for a few years, then thought longer, someone spoke to me and I found here, and when I finally cease to be, Where I will go?, the future is unknown to me, a wall of fog. All I know is that I cannot leave without having finished me. I’m the one who waits for the arrival. Today I want to rest, but I’m here locked up.