Mi nombre

Mi nombre soy yo.
Una palabra, un instante,
una acción, mi nombre es mi voluntad.
Mi nombre es mi palabra.
Mi nombre soy yo.
Es mi voz, es mis sueños,
es mis amigos y familia.
Es por lo que lucho.
Es lo que amo.
Mi nombre no es Iaax.
Mi nombre soy yo!

Poema - Un hombre murio en mi vencindario I a X

I
Un hombre murio en mi vecindario.
Los vecinos gritaron:
Un muerto! Llamen a la policia!

II
Yo salí a la calle aquella noche
buscando un beso tuyo,
buscando demostrarte esta pasión
desbocada que siento por tí.

III
Lo que mas me preocupa estos dias
es pasar las noches sin tí.
Sin tu sexo!
No poder despertar por la mañanas
a tu aliento, a tu perfume,
a tu piel!

IV
Extraño tanto tocarte que hasta
me duelen las manos, y siento
que se me caen a pedasos, lento!
Que se desliza la piel de mis huesos
como la mantequilla que usas
para preparar esos panqueques tan tiernos,
tan buenos.

V
Tengo la boca seca, la lengua seca,
siento la lluvia sobre mi cara sucia
y quisiera abrir la boca y beberla!
Mis palabras también estan secas,
muertas!

VI
Hace tiempo que no escribo nada,
mi mano esta cansada. Me pesan
los dedos, los años, este encierro!

VII
Extraño verte desnuda,
tocar tu piel, sentir tu cuerpo!
Me paso todos los dias a oscuras,
y ya cada vez veo menos.

VIII
Recordarte es como asistir a un entierro.
La prosecion es interminable y siempre
anda uno de negro, y entonces vienen
las palabras y el llanto.

IX
Te quiero a pesar de no poder tocarte,
quiero a tu espalda terza y tus hombros finos,
a los lunares que solamente yo se que has tenido.

X
Perdoname por no poder besarte,
por no poder tocarte
y estar todo este tiempo aquí acostado.
Contemplandote de lejos
como queriendo negarlo.
Perdoname también por no poder
decirte cuanto te amo
una vez mas desde este espacio lejano.
Quisiera no haber muerto en el lugar
donde soliamos sentarnos!

Explicaciones

Tiemblo de miedo
cuando pienso en estas cosas que me matan.
En eso que hago sin poder controlar.
Hablar de mi y decir mis pensamientos.
Debiese haber una ley que me mandara a callar.

Pedirme explicaciones
es como ponerme en desventaja.
No poder comunicar lo que quiero decir.
A caso el mundo es sordo,
o soy yo el que no ve nada?


Pedirme explicaciones
es abrir una ventana.
Por Dios no des la espalda
que te estoy hablando a ti.

Iaax Page - D.E.P.E.

Cancion de Invierno

A veces extraño tus manos,
que en el invierno, sobre mi espalda
se resguardaban, frías.
Frías.

Frías como una noche de febrero
en mi apartamento, con las ventanas
abiertas y las cortinas recogidas

A veces se me hiela la espalda
y por un segundo creo que eres tu,
que me tocas y me llamas
para ir a la cama y fundirnos en un
abrazo eterno, con tus ojos en mis ojos
y nuestras piernas enlazadas.

A veces este invierno te trae
de vuelta a mi como un fantasma,
y me miro en el espejo
de lo que fue, en el espejo
de lo que pudo y no sera,
y luego me miro en el ahora
sin tus manos, y a veces,
solo a veces, te extraño.

Iaax Page

Change the world - You might die trying.

House MD

I love that tv series, the main character reminds me of myself -although probably that is what everyone says, I really mean it, although that might be what everybody is really saying-, but today is not a day to talk about the t.v. series, is to talk about music, and the messages music send to us. A Dave Matthews song was playing on the back of the series and I decided that I wanted to listen to it, so I went to a website to read the lyrics, and hear the song, message might change from one to another, but what really amazed me where this words.

If you give, you begin to live
If you give, you change the world,
You might die trying.

Change the world, it is my mission, what I seek, one person at a time, one situation after other, I have created a person who's devoted to this task, because I believe on it.
I probably sound foolish, but then again one of my heroes said: Stay hunger, stay foolish. -Steve Jobs-

I just did not know how to change the world. Thanks Dave, for sharing such words in your lyrics. Cause, if we are gonna die anyway -and everyone is going to eventually- why not to share and give while we are still alive. We can change the world by giving, start with one step.

Best regards,
Iaax Page

I saw a man today.

Weeks ago a friend of mine came to my house to live for a while, he is a mess and I do hate that cause I am a mess myself, however, given the fact of my mission, and the power of the lord, we are through all the uncomfortable moments. When he first came to live with me I knew he needed help, and I knew I could provide such help, nevertheless I was blinded by the second enemy of knowledge, and I was trying o help him with my autobiography, placing him in all the imaginable situations I have been, later he told me, I am not you. That statement made me realize my mistake, I wanted to help him but I did not know how to.


Months passed by and after reading through the book of Dr. Stephen Covey I started to apply some principles on our last night conversation, empathic listening, I did want to comprehend him, so it did happen. Hi finally found his way into his life, the place where hope has been hiding all this dark years, he was reborn, then I knew that is probably the first and last thing I could have done for him. Help him find him very self.

I showed him how to look in his eyes.
I showed him how to look in the eyes of others.
I showed him how to tell other from himself.

But probably that is a lie, probably I just was blessed with one of the most enriching experiences of my life: A man sharing his progress in the quest of himself.

Alex, welcome to the rest of your life.

Best Regards,
Iaax Page

Integrity. Meaning and thoughts of it.

- I write to help my self. Yes, I know that sounds selfish, but please do not misunderstand me, writing is an activity that helps connecting both hemispheres in our brain. I write to understand my mind. My very own self. -

I decided to start with that quote 'cause the very own definition of the word of today's post.

Integrity: The quality of being honest and have strong moral principles.

Integrity: The estate of being a whole and undivided.

Integrity: From latin "integritas", from "integer", intact.

Dr. Stephen R. Covey stated in "The 7 Habits of highly effective people" that it is not the environment and the conditions we experiment what determines the way we see the life. It is our way to accept such things. The way we see them.

In other words, there is no power but God able to affect you. Not the misery, not sickness, not poverty, not slavery, not a divorce or the death of one we love. It is how you take the particular event. Only you can save you, only you can change you, an therefore you, and only you can destroy yourself.