tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307015402141329632024-03-17T16:10:42.081-05:00Pies sin MediasCualquier parecido con la imaginación
es pura coincidencia.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.comBlogger690125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-36073856916969601532024-03-16T16:07:00.059-05:002024-03-17T16:09:45.046-05:00hoy, ¿te vi?yo no esperaba nada o nadie, pero ¿te vi NIDU?hoy sábado 16, pasadas las 13:16....creo que sí, pero estabas de espalda, me sobrepasaste con tu hija cargada sobre hombros, y la peque me miró. y creo que en la hondura de sus ojos me dijo que podías ser tú.No lo sé.Sentí que mejor no me reconocieras. Pero, ¿Cómo lo harías?Deberías tener memoria de mí para reconocerme. Es muy dudoso.Hui a paso rápidoPavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-90435530020696819632024-03-02T23:36:00.002-05:002024-03-02T23:36:26.890-05:00muda tersa de electronesalta niña de lentes y faldas amarillas, ropero de caricias, piel mojada con girasolas. muda telepática, en el cielo brillante para la exacta presencia de calorcito en el cuerpo. corazón de perfumes, densa en cítricos y bailes hacia las comidas ricas. tierna como el patito con toga que llevas de cinto en tu pelo.reconozco que sabes japonés por el anime, y coreano por las Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-80103468823100224612024-02-29T03:38:00.033-05:002024-03-02T23:53:42.197-05:00FederaciónDía bisiesto, 24 horas extras para este 2024.Encontrarte nuevamente, ¿significa algo?qué debo decir para no desentonar. somos historias en lugar de átomos. una vez más, somos las historias de nuestra especie montadas sobre los átomos excitados en covalencia.el vacío cuántico solo es la hoja en blanco, donde las cuerdas son el idioma que versa de historias, rimas y sueños. Es decir todas las Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-68052866124642511622024-01-18T21:32:00.007-05:002024-01-18T21:32:55.775-05:00CatmpirePharaoh Count Yellow, son of Bastet... in the immensity of your beautiful eyes, I see the time that never ends and the hope that brings the rarest rose. Your love blooms until I float singing.Yellow feline god, maybe you are a witness, she and I, we love one another in a place from which,no matter how far we reach out, we'll always think of each other.Living on and on, inPavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-7227874212920909882024-01-11T22:50:00.004-05:002024-01-11T22:50:51.330-05:00soviet dancermagicians by nature, your gift is to create. in a world of astral white magic. of all, the roughest and the sweetest.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-10715873470629902032024-01-01T11:11:00.035-05:002024-03-07T23:26:34.091-05:00AhoraEstar en el aeropuerto el primero de enero es peculiar, las calles han estado libres al recorrerlas, el silencio de una mañana pausada del ritmo capitalista con trinos de pájaros en los árboles. Sumados a mi anhelo de huida porque la desazón me mueve lejos de esta ciudad, algo se siente que no cuaja en mi bienestar por lo que quiero buscar un amplio horizonte. Le dije a V. por textos digitales Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-34143576934293802582023-12-31T19:56:00.004-05:002024-01-01T10:58:50.640-05:00Libre para ser humanoY un peculiar maestro, me dijo que me limito, porque deseo, pero no deseo lo suficiente. ¿Por qué no lo deseas todo?, apuntó. Estas limitado si solo deseas ciertas cosas, ciertas personas, aquí yo pensé en algunas pieles, en algunas esperanzas, en algunas ideas. Cuando descubras que soy todo y soy nada, podrás conectar el deseo, mis deseos, a la vida, finalizó.Y hoy entiendo esta Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-35775870276855746372023-12-22T21:07:00.001-05:002023-12-22T21:10:49.081-05:00ArcaUn viernes más que se cierra, te extraño mamá, bella María Ofelia.tras una suave ducha nocturna, sigo creyendo en este intento vital que te conté: coincidir la justicia con la imaginación.coincidir, la justicia junto a la imaginacióncomo el designio dado a la paloma enviada a tierra fuera del arca al acabar la peor tormenta.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-87756755510760425422023-12-21T15:13:00.001-05:002023-12-21T15:13:03.781-05:00What is my own weakness?Trust, and cry when they touch that vulnerable area of pain, for the duels that are scars of eternal losses. I miss my dead, many, and even today I told a friend, that the best I can do is to listen to the pre-summer birds and connect with December.The yellow flowers that fall in December, carpet your steps as you walk through the city, those flowers are so connected to memories, and even have anPavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-2412997647889667342023-12-03T08:16:00.005-05:002023-12-03T08:16:00.134-05:00whispers softlyThere is, and I was part, of a gamification but of the desire and attraction that is developed and amplified by these dating apps. Straight or bi women connect with a cruel and shitty side, they do what they do and say what they say, because of the offer, and many men say yes to them or give them likes. All for all in a party of tomorrow.It is not advisable to be part of these apps in a process Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-68627661031117742642023-12-02T03:10:00.001-05:002023-12-02T03:10:00.131-05:00Ability babeHow do I free myself from these chains and yokes of unrequited love? Of not letting go of women who did not love me. The yoke of non-love heat. Instead, I do things to develop and reach my potential, my fullness. There is this parable in the gospels of the talents, the 3 servants, and the coins. So yes, my desire is to multiply the coins that have been granted to me, to abound on my end.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-80414839620323666332023-12-01T08:02:00.001-05:002023-12-01T08:02:00.133-05:00GoingThe clear path leaves me very lost, it would be best to sleep in my arms, or you dream of sleeping next to mine, warm, in love to the core.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-28176814814742508492023-11-30T12:00:00.001-05:002023-11-30T12:00:00.127-05:00A ticket for this rideI realize that one romanticizes one's own suffering. Romanticizes the loneliness experienced. Creating a state of evasion and conformity. That becomes an addiction to the pit of sadness and the past that is recreated in vain memories. Emotional life thus becomes a comfort zone or a refuge from which one does not want to escape. Choosing to suffer or choosing loneliness instead of changing things Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-79331050581257576652023-11-29T05:55:00.005-05:002023-11-29T05:55:00.141-05:00real slowMon mémoire oublie beaucoup d'idées et de phrases, c'est une fragilité de la mémoire parce qu'elle veut me protéger de ne pas enregistrer le présent. C'est pourquoi j'oublie si fortement depuis 2022. Et je t'oublierai, j'oublierai le beau bleu, je ne me souviendrai pas de septembre et je ne me souviendrai pas de cette chambre du mercredi. J'oublierai enfin moi et j'oublierai que j'ai aimé chanterPavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-61535038891743447632023-11-28T11:42:00.007-05:002023-11-28T11:42:00.136-05:00la bataille des papillonsWhy did I get so desperate to please you and see you again? I know that pushed you to not even consider smiling at me, or wrapping your pearly arms around my waist. I fell out of control on my way, but it was a choice to fight and strive for the sake of your love. I got a little too scared because, in honesty, I tell you that your love is neither an impossible storm of objections, Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-51205064048717241142023-11-27T09:50:00.001-05:002023-11-27T11:52:01.075-05:00StillLa magie consiste à observer sans condamner, à écouter, à ne plus fuir la vie que nous sommes. La magie et le sacré, c'est d'être.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-67586931831763166322023-11-26T22:34:00.000-05:002023-11-26T22:34:03.525-05:00rainforestShe wants a tree house,She wants a garden. Pale moon, me and you, believe me tonight: you don't even mind the rain.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-77218158924113508652023-11-15T14:49:00.006-05:002023-11-27T12:30:13.994-05:00Una canción para el viejoQuijote, entraste solo un par de meses a mi vida de caos y melancolía, y aunque estabas golpeado y abandonado por la vida y el resto de humanos, te sumaste a esta aventura mutua. No creo que haya hecho mucho, hice poco lo siento, pero igual tu sonrisa y paz esos últimos minutos de este miércoles 15 de sol donde partiste porque no quería que sufrieras más, me deja con un recuerdo perdurable. Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-44287186680578923622023-10-31T23:49:00.002-05:002023-10-31T23:49:24.692-05:00parfumthere is little to tell about the now. in a small balance between anger, sadness, and rejection, I think understanding melancholy only pushes to silence and the rules of connection. these are few, to attract a woman requires genetics or money, or both, and some kind of statistical probability.youth also helps to give protection and security.yesterday may have been better, tomorrow may be Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-53163131414160716172023-09-30T22:42:00.000-05:002023-09-30T22:42:06.435-05:00waityou have been here for some time, in my thoughs, I just wonder if you will be a mother, will you listen to the heartbeat coming out of your womb.it's just an idea thrown into the fabric of all goddesses. unintentionally, just thinking about the clouds of your feet, the white lines of your hips, the honesty of your smile, and how everything would work, if you want it to, being born of you as a Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-42908803410980024172023-08-30T19:07:00.003-05:002023-08-30T19:07:32.985-05:00dreams comingI had a dream where I didn't make it to my enrolled class because it had crossed with work. in fact, I was never going to make it, because I had another responsibility already set at that time, and I would miss out on learning in that class, on meeting my classmates and whoever was dictating. and I would fail, and all that goes with it. I had that dream.it's a dream I've had several times in my Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-91950320940564206032023-07-30T19:17:00.003-05:002023-07-30T19:19:19.192-05:00begin CV of failuresdo you have your dreams or don't you dare to dream them? there is this belief of horror that is having high expectations, and that generates frustration. instead, creativity and I make the decisions, and you: fear, will be somewhere close by. I know you won't leave, but you won't be at the wheel anymore. Nevermore.long live and prosper to boldly go where no man has gone before. always epic Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-4978769239001199542023-07-29T18:17:00.020-05:002023-07-30T18:45:03.791-05:00Sinéad O'Connor d.e.pIn 1992, after breaking the Pope's photo, Sinéad sings at Madison Square Garden in a tribute. The crowd booed her and stopped her from singing. She draws the strength of a lioness, between pain and rage she sings with dignity until the end, looking at her executioners. And she withdraws to the side, where she breaks.She is a heroine for me, an incredible woman who suffered a lot. Justice and Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-17041274705309703302023-06-29T23:41:00.004-05:002023-06-30T00:04:16.354-05:00HelloOn a winter night, I keep thinking of you, believing, and feeling. like a soft wave under the sonorous mantle, sounding 3 times, of the siren song, that could come out of a park that crosses the military avenue.I feel you dancing in a hall, under the astral mirror, that led us to meet for the first time, and I impressed you that Wednesday of spring. dancing together, it's a strange memory. Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430701540214132963.post-16017984502637631232023-05-30T07:12:00.004-05:002023-06-02T07:26:11.501-05:00lose my headtime heals everything, they say. but if only I knew how... besides crying is a rainbow of cymatics flow. I know you don't understand me: kisses and speech, laughter and lenses, are signs of the times of pardon. I wonder under the shower, how will the honey run over your skin this coming winter. The elegy of thirteen could be green.Pavel eSehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11414522268838259410noreply@blogger.com0