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April 8, 2019

The Pink Maze – 5

The maze is not a mind prison.

Found the old lady. She said this world doesn’t have archetypes. She said this maze is forsaken by gods. No Artemis, Christ, Asterion or Buddha. Even Satan turns around when he finds an entrance. But he stares. He stares.

I will climb the pink maze. The pink demon approves.

“What is your song, demon”, I ask as courageously as I can. The demon picks a booger out of his nose and farts. “My name is Pupu, and I’m the greatest of them all.”

Treat this like a game...

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Published on April 08, 2019 22:09

April 7, 2019

The Pink Maze – 4

“Are you telling me that my story is a prison?”, asked Cacti. “Every story is a prison”, I blurted. “You fucker. You couldn’t allow me a single second of happiness”.

I allowed you years of happiness.

Imagine that. You tell someone you love that you allowed them to be. I deserve to wander eternally lost inside this maze.

A dog comes to the maze every once in a while. She leaves some bread crumbs and broken tortillas. “Come with me, Papa, it’s time to go home.”

She knows the way out but I...

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Published on April 07, 2019 22:51

Psicosexualario

Primos terceros: ¿te da cosquilla en la ingle cuando piensas en tu prima? Dos o tres pasos atrás. No te claves. No es tu prima en primer o segundo grado. Es tu prima… ¿en tercer grado? Tu abuela y su abuela son primas, vamos. Ya la sangre está bastante diluida pero se parecen un poquito. Tienen esos lunares en el ojo, o ese dedo medio chuequito, o ese tono particular para decir algunas cosas. Supongamos que se encuentran en una reunión familiar, una reunión masiva donde los 124 primos por fin...

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Published on April 07, 2019 13:35

April 6, 2019

The Pink Maze – 3

Lost some friends. They were gone because they couldn’t escape their drugs and their dark memories. Their songs and their sex. Perhaps now they live in a maze of their own.

I will teach you how to get lost.

Flowers grow in the maze. Some say you may eat them and sleep. Dream a maze inside a maze within a maze. A rose is a rose is a rose. Flowers are entities of deliverance. The Lotus Eaters reached Ithaca first and a thousand times before Odysseus.

Cacti bit my head off. Ah, no. Twas a dr...

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Published on April 06, 2019 22:38

April 5, 2019

The Pink Maze – 2

You had to be kind. You had to open the door. Soon you will go full loco on us, you will remember the drugs and go looking for books to read like a mad man.

A voice echoes through the walls: “the pink maze is an instagram story. It will end soon”.

I stole a ton of bricks and built me a house. I will turn into dust living in this weirdo world with you, Papa. I will find you.

We will wander together in the maze, we will teach wonders to each other, but we won’t ever touch hands. We’ll liste...

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Published on April 05, 2019 22:26

April 4, 2019

The Pink Maze – 1

I like mazes because they are filled with wondrous things. Grandma used to say: “don’t forget this simple truth: mazes are prisons”.

Who wants to be free.

“This guy went full loco on us”, said Cacti, “he rambled about freedom and expectations while jammin’ tunes in an electric guitar. His naïvette song filled our maze with laughter”.

Cacti saying naïvette. Listen to that pointy bastard.

A sign: “open the door and be kind”.

Grandmother said: “if he offers to teach you a song say yes. You...

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Published on April 04, 2019 12:14

The Pink Maze – Prelude

A dream like state

Dream segundo

Would you kindly fall?

I’m going back on the deals with the devil I signed

The reality of our pink dream. She knows the truth

I will tell you a story: I got lost in a pink maze and a pink demon found me. “I will teach you a song”, he said.

Un momento onírico

Segundo sueño

¿Te permitirías amablemente caer?

Me echaré para atrás en los contratos con el diablo que firmé

La realidad de nuestro sueño rosa. Ella sabe la verdad

Te contaré una historia: Me perdí en...

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Published on April 04, 2019 11:45

March 27, 2019

Mamario

No puede perder la flor que le dan: cada que escucho Caballo viejo, además de sentir una nostalgia inexplicable como si los buenos tiempos estuvieran inundados de esos acordes, pienso en el corazón desinflado de los viejos lesbianos. ¿Es el destino del hombre imaginar su potencia procreadora como la de un caballo? ¿No han visto BoJack Horseman? ¿Es el amor, la bestia de las múltiples caras, la última oportunidad para sentirse vivo antes de ceder a la ruina del cuerpo? Me gusta ir a bodas. Nin...

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Published on March 27, 2019 20:20

March 26, 2019

Casorio

Primero: dios y diablo están permitidos en esta casa siempre y cuando se adhieran a las reglas como los demás huéspedes. No se permite ningún tipo de proselitismo o persecución religiosa y ellos reconocen estas reglas, por eso abandonan sus poderes en la bodega junto con el saco y las corbatas. En mi mesa tienen prohibido hacer apuestas por el alma de un hombre, planear jueguitos cósmicos o contarse chismes. Si se da el caso de que ambos coincidan y pidan refugio al mismo tiempo, uno tomará l...

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Published on March 26, 2019 11:13

March 10, 2019

Necesario

Primero: sales a correr un domingo en la mañana porque no respetas las instituciones del descanso, de la moral o de la religión. El amanecer está incompleto, hace frío, pero el mundo es tuyo, ¿no es el hombre quien ha doblegado a la naturaleza hasta sus últimas consecuencias? Pones una lista de música guapachosa porque has empezado a creer que la vida es baile y, tan pronto llegas a la pista, además de poner un pie delante del otro a una velocidad aceptable para tu edad, tu gordura y tu memor...

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Published on March 10, 2019 11:17