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hay los que saludan... dejan notas... los que no... los que se lo piensan... y pasan... los que reposan en paz... y los que queman perpetuamente... hay los que solo quieren tema... los que temen el confinamiento... hay palabras asi... que siempre existian... y que sobresalieron... hay las que se cuidan... las que solo miran... y los que las miran... igual las admiran... hay algunas que comen algas... mientras otros tiran balas... siempre alguien recibe... algo... en un momento dado... juego de dardo para unos... ajedrez para otras... el mundo calcula... el que pasa a tu lado y pasa... o eso parece... plumaje... maquillaje... pintura rupestre... alegoria... alegria... palabras que saben a beso... sin hueso... la verdad se esconde debajo... abajo... tambien hay los que improvisan... en la cima de una duna... arriba de un arbol... sobre la misma carretera... linea de la vida... doble sentido... sentimiento... el cuerpo siente... el alma miente... el amor agua... n'... ta... inspira... respira... transpira... y se pira... ta... tormen... ta... y mas agua... n'... salada... hay las que saludan... hola... las olas... ole... el sol... arena pa barrer... luna casi llena... caravana parada... hay las que dejan huellas... detalles... hay los que observan... borran... se aburren... y todos sobre un arbol... pajaritos chiflaos... caballitos flipaos... philosofia rural... espacio natural... conversationes multidirecionales... y lo siguiente... siempre habra los que escriben poemas... o menos... sin mas... a manos... con menos... comemos... nos... voz... sos... arroz... siempre llega a su punto... vaya tres...

new site first blog...

new website design is on... zenzela still around... against all odds... this is how it started... stated... first blog from 2007... here we go... "just like a runna´... feet in the starting blog... i m ready to start... start what?... writing... thinking... uploading... for who?... who cares... for myself... for my friends... for my familly... for you... none of it is probably gonna make much sense... just like my life... you might not always understand what i m trying to say... the language i use... the place i´m at... or the people that make it in here... but no worries because i don´t understand it myself... just like i don´t understand what i´m doing... writing... thinking... surfing... this is gonna feel a little raw... it s gonna smell different... look blurry... but that´s my vision of things... of the world... a place i feel so fortunate and free to move around... blend with so many cultures and people... some of which i grew up with... others i could have grown up with... all of which that made me grow... as a person... a human being... this is not for good or bad... right or wrong... it´s just an experience... something i would love to hear feed back about... so i can mold into something easteticly more beautiful... nice to look at... sincere... you email me... you name it... mlp@zenzela.com... there´s no set plan in here... just like my path... it´s gonna move around... be visualised years before it happens... changed at the last minute... it´s sort of like zenzela... there´s an earthquake right around the corner... we all know it... live with it... it´s the essence of our life... not knowing when it will happen... some live closer to its epicenter... others don´t even think about it... but no one really knows our future... zenzela is in everyone of us... an energy... heart beating... the rythm of life itself... perfection... and this is just another path... my path... it´s different from yours... not better... nor worse... just different... just like our backgrounds... passions... ideals... forms... and whatever else that makes us alike... controversial... we´re linked by our differences... same difference... love... ate... you... me... this is my path... and reading this... wether you like it... believe it... or not... you´re part of it... sorry :)... so... just like a good salesman... i´ll repeat it... you might as well join in... and the best part of all this... is that it´s up to you to figure it out... for yourself... you can follow my path here... i want to follow your path there... learn... experiment... breath... everything you believe in is right for you... i believe in you... and what you believe in... it might not be right for everyone... or anyone... but you... just like this might only make sense to me... just like i might be the only one caring about this blog... just like this feels to me... a group email i´m writing to myself... so... in this case... hoping to hear from all of you soon... thank you for being yourselves..."

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tag this... hashtag that... face it... the digital world took over... and i forgot to save it... forget it... moving on... and on... adding infos... nymphos... limbos... that s where i m @... floating in between lines... pre pro grams... every inch counts... cunts... blunts... abviously... this is love... love... life... and we think we know it all... one palm... hang ten... make a wish... hashtag a shooting star... locate yourself... dislocate your mind... apply that fix... mix... flip... flop... hang tight to the electric rope... hope... jump that trap... rap... represent... futuristic joystick... porno generation... in your face nation... brainstorming blindfolded worldwide trip... drugs are great... free hugs... expenssive thugs... pull the plug... to follow or to lead... this and that is the realisation question... know who iz you... freeze mister... screen... the green mac never falls far from black... once you go free you never know... go...