The Fall


In the brink of tears I no longer feel the rage of weeks pass, yet I sink downwards in the darkness, and as I fall, my perception of my surrounding brightens in the shadows, no longer using my sight to distract me I can touch the cold of the darkness and taste its bitter flavor, the high pitch of its silence deafening me while it completely drowns me

and yet I cannot succumb to the gloom, just as to any of the instabilities and impossibilities this life has given me, i must struggle to refuse the darkness gentle embrace, for i am the re-incarnation of liberty, the voice of defiance, the embodiment of rebellion, and I cannot rest


After the rain


It had been raining all day, and though the rain had passed, the boy was not allowed to play outside. his grandma had told him  he was too frail  to go out due to his asthmatic condition and the damp air would only aggravate him more.

He sat staring through the window, wishing he was out there playing, but most of all he wanted to be around “her”, The neighbor from across the street: a young girl, same age of the boy, and a classmate. He has seen her all his short life but never had the courage to approach her.

she was delightful and beautiful, with dark flowing hair, big brown eyes and a vivacious  smile, and on random occasions during recess she had caught him looking at her, and even though she smiled at him, he hastily looked away and ran out feeling nervous and  shy, often regretting the action he had taken, and wishing he had smiled back instead.

On that day and since the rain had passed, she was playing in her front yard jumping and splashing poodles with great  enthusiasm and laughing loudly at her own amusement .

As he stares at the girl the boy twiddle with his fingers and wonders what it would be to kiss her and hold her, he gets an unusual feeling in his stomach, almost the one he had felt when he was about to open his presents on Christmas day, but there was something else, a feeling of longing a feeling he did not understand, but it would always manifest when she smiled.

As the girl played in the street the boy continued to stare, and lost in his thoughts of her, he did not realize that she had noticed him.

She approached the window, and a sudden wave of anxiousness rushed over him, and hid down under the window, but this time he decided to have courage and face her “what’s the worse that could happen” he thought, so he slowly looked up, and to his surprise she was right there waiting for him, in front of his window smiling back at  him, so he waved and nervously smiled, saying “hi ya”, she then answered “hi i am Gwen, what’s your name?” In which the boy responded “Peter”…do you want to be my friend?

Heroes Reborn

Recent years have given a decline on the ideals of heroes, and what they stood for, great men and women have been brought down from the podium where they once stood, replaced by below average public figures. The late 20th century media gave rise to the “reality programming” and thus glorifying treachery, personal gain, immoral behavior and the pursuit of capital. The individuals that were glorified in this shows, became the role models for the 21st century, enhancing egocentric and shallow deeds.

So who are the heroes nowadays? Are the presidents or the military? Captains of industry and philanthropists? Some others say that parents, teachers, firemen, policemen etc… I am not denying that, but we need new ideas of reconstruction, requiring that we need greater, more glorious heroes to be our role model, for us to strive higher than possible, to reach beyond the parents and the teachers, that instead of individual gain and possessions we have a greater purpose; not born to indulge in everything, but to balance and achieve for the better of all of us.

I grew up idolizing Simon Bolivar, Augustus Caesar, Antonio Ricaurte, Spartacus and Che Guevara; Heroes that with their determination, valor, and persistence to a just cause, never stopped thinking and acting for the benefit of others; not wanting praise or reward but even giving their life for that principle.

Times are changing, and it is imperative that we look back at the splendor of our history and the marvels that great men and women have created, technology has brought us closer, the world is now smaller than it was, and it is time to be united in a common goal for the greatness of humanity, to use the tools we have for a better tomorrow instead of a selfish present.

What does it take to be that person? I have belief that a single person, with the passion and love in the right place, and with the right purpose can change the world, and that the greatest sin is to doing nothing when you could be giving everything.

I am committed to be one of these people. No matter what it takes, and maybe others will come with the same values, that there is more to life. That a Hero’s Courage is not measured by the battles won, but by the way they set foot onto the front-line time and time again. Trying different approaches, never giving up; not for gain, nor glory. Never selfish not for positions nor material gain but rather, the immortality of their accomplishment.

So rise above, admire the heroes of the past, those who bled for our freedom, make every effort to attain what they achieve, reach out to others like you, get your message across by any means necessary  and thus become a hero yourself.

A New Path

There comes a time in which we ask the question “who am I? “Why me?” what is the meaning of my existence?To live life?, to be good and to do good? Or is it to indulge in the pleasures of life and take what you can get?

All my life I have been different, as a child I was drawn to heroic stories, even before I could read, the images of heroes, or superheroes fascinated me. Not in the sense that I admired the aesthetic attitude of their appearance and style, no it was the majestic way they face adversity with fear but determination, with the knowledge that even in the face of  misfortune they would prevail, for the greater good.

My grandmother would tell me the stories of heroes of the past, and how during times of calamity and despair, some people will ascend, destined to be the precursors to a new area, the ones that will lead us to a bright future!! Possibly this ideas my grandmother had, mixed with my fascination of heroes, made me be this way,  spending  years training in multiple martial arts, studying; history, strategy, science, arts, etc…everything possible to be physically as well as mentally ready to be a hero, ready to do what must be done.

I stand now wondering, have I lived a life of delusion, I see a mundane world, seeing the same faces and the same personalities, in a variety of jobs  a monotonous world, in a constant loop: work, eat, sleep, weekend, and repeat. A world that has become so pre determined and organized that people have to schedule even the most basic human necessities, so consumed by capital gain that they have forfeited their life and love for it.

Gone, are the family dinners, the children playing in the streets, falling in love, etc…we have grown detached from our on society, we don’t talk, we “chat” dating is Online” games are “multiplayer or Co-op online” and our friends and family are part of “social network”

I would like to refer to a quote from Benjamin Franklyn:

“Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.”

That quote is the sign of our times; individuals have purposely enslaved themselves to debt and a minor occupation for the pretense of living a life of luxury. The media has been the greatest weapon used against our kind, telling us we are not thin enough, that we are nothing without the latest machine or device, that a car will grant you the right mate, that you cannot have a family if you are not in the right neighborhood and own the house as seen on TV, internet, magazines, etc..

Are there others like me? Not necessarily thinking of conflict but idealists, artist, authors, visionaries, trapped in an ordinary world, not interested in the pursuit of capital, nor to move up in a company but to help and enlighten others.

We live in the information age, a new revolution awaits, a change is needed, and we must break the chains that we have placed on ourselves. Let go of those possessions that bind you, feel what the world has and how to benefit your fellow man, touch, assist and stop the corruption.

We have to treat revolution as a living entity, living breathing, feeling, writing this I came to realize what component of the revolution I am:

I am the hands of the revolution:

to do what needs to be done I put myself out there and grab and twist and punch for the revolution, but the revolution is not just hands, it needs a body to grow, eyes to see what’s ahead, a brain to think the ideas and the credo, what is needed and what the change is all about, a mouth to convey the method and the principles, a heart to feel and embrace others that dare to think the same, and to forgive those who oppose us, and legs to take the steps needed.

Che Guevara said:

“A true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love…. We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity will be transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force. We must give birth to this revolution and to be that moving force, living breathing”

Idealist must come forth and set the new design for this movement, I am thankful to be the hands to make it so, and to find others to share and help envision and grow this new purpose, a human revolution

We live in a world controlled, organized, but to what end, we have lost the vision for the future, we have become consumer machines, we lost love and replaced it with desire, we have lost freedom and replaced with convenience. It is the time to bring these virtues back, and to embrace the technological wonders we have in more positive use, for discovery and for the benefit of mankind, instead to the debauchery that has befallen with its arrival.

Bastille Day

It was the perfect evening without a cloud in the sky; the stars looked very clear and as we lay at the foot of the Eiffel tower in the champs de Mars; a park frequented by lovers to admire the sights of the most romantic place on earth, we await for the bastille day fireworks.

Like many others fate has brought us here to the city of lovers, and it can be felt all around us. The warmth in the air and the scent of fresh cut grass. it seems that even the trees are in love dancing an unheard melody brought by the breeze. People sat around waiting for the festivities to begin, talking, laughing, drinking wine and other spirits.

I turn to see you; your face so beautiful, lit by the sparkles of the tower. The stars seemed dim in the presence of the tower’s sparkling illumination. but none were brighter than you, your eyes, glowing with love and shining brighter than the lights above, your laughter resembling a composition of baroque composers, intoxicating me with delight, you then turn to me an look into my eyes, we draw closer and embrace, your hair touches my face as we near, your fragrance is exhilarating and our lips lock in a kiss, I held you tight to me, so I can breathe your sent into my lungs and feel your heart beating next to me, and I wonder if you can feel mine as well, you caress my hair and we look at each other,  the fireworks have started for the Bastille day celebration and we are admiring the display through the reflection of them in our eyes.


The frosty winds hit the front of my face as I stand at the edge of the plane’s door,  burning my cheeks, I hold on to the side of the fuselage attempting to look outside, but the strong wind in my eyes stops me from seeing the world around me and as the plane starts to ascend to higher altitudes the junior officer shuts the door and I take a seat to rest and to take the opportunity to evaluate my impending mission.

My commanding officer shouted words I cannot hear but I could gather the information given: “we are coming close to the drop point”, I put my helmet on and secure the visor so I could see the world around me and for the 3rd and last time I run a diagnosis of the equipment. Everything is functioning at optimal capacity, virtual navigation computer online and fully operational, and wings secure and ready.

I get the signal, and felt a tap on my helmet, the time to drop is here, the plane hatch opens and while  holding myself with both hands  from each side of the door I leap onto the sky. I drop until reaching terminal velocity and as I reach a safe distance I turn the flight equipment on; it makes a sudden hum as the wings on my back deploy, the thrusters engage and the on-board controls lit up inside the helmet giving me full control. The sudden rush that the thrusters give propels me forwards; while the wings allow my body to reach higher altitudes.

I soar far above the cirrus clouds the sky is clear and if it wasn’t for the pressure inside the suit I would feel the sub zero temperatures, below the surface of the earth looks like a green and brown carpet with the occasional patches of blue and the lumps that are mountains, still and peaceful as it was intended, not the chaos we have made. I continue my flight at cruising speed, increasing the altitude to near stratospheric height and thus departing away from the continent bellow to the ocean. The marker light informs me that I approach my destination.

I start my decent, gliding downwards I dive onto a cumulus cloud formation, a possible storm is spawning, the moisture damps my visor but my speed dries it almost immediately, As I fly in the whiteness I wonder what is in front of me, thankfully my navigation apparatus keeps me in check of what is around while the powered exo-suit keeps me impervious to environmental harm. As I descend I indulge in a few twirls and loops as I enjoy what is man’s greatest desire, the ability to self-propel through the heavens.

Reaching lower altitude I turn the main turbine firing up the mini fusion reactor core and with it testing the full flying potential of Daedalus. The wings move backward to allow aerodynamic supersonic flight. Sensing an electric static around my body and a sudden weightlessness I realized I had just broken the sound barrier, and even if I am moving at speed’s beyond 800 miles an hour, I experience that the world moves ever slowly, I marvel the natural surroundings as I continue in my path to the marker getting closer and closer to the ocean water below creating two parallel walls of water as I accelerate to near max speed Towards the island ahead where the marker is set and the final destination of the daedalus project.

The Duelists


– Combat de samouraï –  Ando Hiroshige

The duelists  face one another, fresh snow at their feet The bamboo forest barren of life except for them, and no  matter how cold it is, both are sweating. The cold sweat of anticipation and desire.

both masterless the ronins can be distinguished from far thanks to their garments, one has a white kimono with a red pink emblem design and the other has a blue lotus emblem in the back of his black kimono.

Their swords drawn and pointing to each other. they pace Ever so carefully reading each movement,  predicting  the strikes in their minds and with it, it’s counter and the reversal to that as well, their bodies switching from a stand to another, strategizing the next few steps before they are performed.

The challengers wait, their fist tight around their blades each knowing they will seal their fate. Blades that have ended many lives in countless challenges. Sunlight fading, the stand off consumes time. the white  clothed opponent rushes forth; sword  up,  his black counter part ready to parry his attack and counter it, steps to the side in a a perfectly angle, allowing the white ronin to pass, and attacks in a forward  cut across.

Having expected that move by the black ronin, risking his position and his life, he steps through and lift his sword to block his counter and prepare to retaliate. Blocking the counter he directs the sword to the master-less samurai’s arm in a downwards cut, slicing it off,  pain and  agony rip the silent air, but the loss of a limb would not deter him from his task.  Trained to fight until his full demise, he re-positions  himself and still in control of his right arm and with sword in hand he attacks with slash to faster than the  eyes can see.

The white garbed swordsman moves towards him letting his opponent sword pass him  inches from his shoulder, and with a  kick to his adversary’s side he folds him and with a forthwith cut slices his enemy’s head clean from his body. Blood gushes everywhere, covering the snow in red, silence fills the air again and with the day coming to an end  he stands inexpressive passive  and unmatched.Unmoved  by his triumph he starts to walk away leaving behind the seed of death he had sown.