The birth of Elos

After almost two centuries under the rule of the Igno Empire, a Rebel Group began the revolution. The insurrection began in the mid 2200s when the rebels met in secrecy to challenge the single one law that sustained the absolute reign of the Ignos: programmed illiteracy.  Under this empire, people could only mumble sounds, use basic sign language, and were allowed to use 10 approved words. Anyone caught coming up with any other form of expression, was eliminated in the moment. The Rebel Group created a secret language and afterwards decided to recruit new members.  They had to initially lure the new ones with food and shelter and gradually taught them, using subliminal methods, how to speak. The new ones began understanding words and couldn't believe their ears, the euphoria made them eager to keep learning.  In a matter of two years, the Rebel Group had gathered thousands. The fifth year was the year when 1,000,000 people had already learned how to speak and communicate.  This eloquent new group, capable of expression, had regained the tools that made possible the optimal use of their intelligence: words.  They were able to articulate innovative ideas, device plans, argue, defend themselves, create families, communities and fight. They were able to have dignity and self-respect.  After an absolute victory in the peaceful battle of 2210, a new civilization was born: it was called Elos and it had a unique language called Quentis. Elos was the most splendid civilization ever to represent human-kind: in the following centuries new sciences emerged, it expanded to other planets, it spread beauty and peace to all the places of the universe it reached.

Elos had one simple un-breakable rule that never changed: every citizen was obliged to learn the Quentis to perfection. That proficiency was the basis for a sustained rule for the following millenniums.

a prayer for loved ones

that my thoughts protect you

that the stars align for you
that the sun shines on you when you feel dark
that you find your way when you're lost
that clarity comes to you when you need it
that you're able to find joy in simplicity
that love warms your heart
and happiness clears your mind
that my company
can take the weight off trouble
when you need me

riddle

the difference between a feeling and a thought
resides in the fact that
feelings are most of the time reasonable
and reason sometimes isn't

reception

at times

life can be a tough teacher

but if we opt to be receptive

the reward can be 

the acquisition of virtues we never dreamed of having

or a handy skill

or, like in my case, 

the gift of gratitude

and the strength  and love

embedded in patience 

truce

in the midst of this battle

i refuse to surrender

and i fight with the past

as it appears to me 

to be a cruel enemy

i target things that happened

i surround circumstances

i attack bad luck

embarked in my destructive missions, though

i fail to realize

that my real contender has all this time been me 

and all the small and big choices

that brought me where i am

it is me i target, surround and attack 

and it is with me

i hope to finally end 

in a much needed 

sympathetic and forgiving truce

present

the only real way our  existence manifests
is in the present

now
is the only palpable time-frame we really inhabit

so, why obsess about what our memory retains?
why fear or wonder about the stuff that will or won't happen?

melange

a dream is a melange
of feelings
of both superficial and repressed
memories

a concentrated
experience
of past and present
fast and slow

there and gone in a breath

a dream is alive
but never  happens

it is in the mind
and the heart

it brings what we say we hate
into a loving moment

only to remind us
once awake
of what is gone forever
but never really gone

happy

happiness is not a big complex concept
it doesn't occupy too much space
it isn't expansive
or time consuming

when it is there
happiness is like a haze
a sprinkle that covers gently the surface
of even the most banal of circumstances

it is that simple feeling
that frosts any given evening
any silly movie
any walk
any goofy moment
spent with you

certainty

it is not found in the knowledge of what is to happen
for that can't always be assured

certainty

is found in caring words
in warm company
in gentle
calming
love

Thank God for Adele

the things I could do

knowing myself
facing certain truths
facing my worst fears
overcoming them

letting go
adjusting
growing

forgetting the useless
remembering the relevant

learning to love
myself
hence, another
again

were the things that, after all, I could finally do

to mighty weakness

i stare at life

right into its eyes

and i dare it

to make me fall again

i stop my weakness

as it tries to posses me and

i say to it

in a jingle

i've been hurt already

lost

forgotten

i've cried all my tears

and then cried them once more

so, not because of you

not because of anything

will i do that again

love poem

I rest in the warmth
in the seductive wit
in the absolute pleasure

of you

the true one

true love
is persistent
it goes beyond other feelings
that regulate our lives
it remains
even after all the hurricanes that pride,
fear and resentment cause
true love
merges with who we are
and never goes away

Love after love by Derek Walcott

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

progress

Teach a kid how to respect
instead of how to obey

now

there's only now
if memories were meant to last forever in our heads
they simply would
we wouldn't need photographs, journals, videos
even happy moments should be forgotten
specially those that don't mean anything after
only the present is real
the rest is an illusion that makes us think there is something called time

forgetting

all memories are indelible
each has a map
with routs and shortcuts to get to them
but that sequence of signs
when effectively dismantled, that is
no annoying  MacGuffins lying all over
no related characters around
no real desire or will to do so
makes them (happily) inaccessible

for dummies

disillusionment
should come with a manual

oddity

there are moments in which the sum of all those things that make you who you are

doesn't add up

choice

bravery 

sometimes can be foolish

cowardice

is always destructive

happy days

are those in which you don't wonder about being happy
those in which
caught up in small great things
you loose yourself

investments

there are affections

that are simply not deserved

promise

I will not deform any memory

and turn it into an inflated version of itself

I will not impose the present on the past

or the past on the future

I will not exhaust my own patience

but I will neither wait for ever

I will, though,

wait some more

with the peace of those who hope

exclusive

there's a type of loneliness

that is only felt

in the specificity of your absence

resistance

when nothing can destroy a feeling

nothing can stop it's owner

abstinence

in the light of an impossibility

like the one that prevents my words from being said

they create a world of their own inside

and hope to have the chance

one day

to be heard

the appropriate

there is no such measurement

in the arena of what is felt

that would determine whether

loving

or

missing

is right or wrong

those I've loved

as time goes by

the ones that I least expected

have taught me the hardest of all lessons:

that, like all myths,

justice

inhabits in the realm

of fairies, dragons and unicorns