The ground plan of Stonehenge

The Druid temples or places of religious worship were not patterned after those of other nations. Most of their ceremonies were performed at night, either in thick groves of oak trees or around open air altars built of great uncut stones. How these masses of rock were moved has not been satisfactorily explained. The most famous of their altars, a great ring of rocks, is Stonehenge, in Southwestern England. This structure, laid out on an astronomical basis, still stands a wonder of antiquity. 

Thoughts of you

Knowing that I’ll die

Helps me feel my life

When you came into my vibe

It was 1999

Frustrated with my mind

Time is just a sign

Of ideas that went by

When I was just a child

Intuition tells me why

You came in from behind

To tell me just a lie

And forget me for a while

Depression holds me back

With some junk inside my bag

Forget this time to time

And free me from inside

Cold turkey starts to strike

And the junky that’s inside

Thinks of all the times

You stayed inside my mind

My dreams start to fade

And notice you’re away

If ideas could be real

I would make you feel.

Que triste se aproxima el mes de Noviembre

Hoy dormirás conmigo sobre esta cama blanca,

Y mañana con el primer rayo de sol

Volverás a ser espejismo.

Que doloroso recordar mañana

Lo que nunca hubo de ser

Porque hoy corres por mis venas

Con el angustioso latido de mi corazón

Que presiente que mañana

Serás recuerdo.

Lost In the Subway

Yesterday afternoon in this huge city of ours, I was traveling in the subway; to avoid the waist of time that’s traffic, when out of a sudden, this beautiful girl hopped in the car I was traveling in. You can only notice that she didn't belong in this scenario; with her Marc Jacobs bag, and her American apparel outfit, like it was taken out of an internet catalog.

 You could become aware that she was nervous and wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible. After the first stop she started to relax, because she knew she had to reach her destiny, this was the only thing that made her stay put. At this time I thought; wow this is the first time I’ve seen a pretty girl like that in a trashy place like this.

I began to check her out and then as is typical in the subway, our eyes met and in a split second we both looked in a different direction (Why is it so uncomfortable to make eye contact?). At this point I became aware that she was checking me out too. After three or four stops, I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention; she stepped out of the car. At this moment I knew I would never see her again. I started asking myself, why is it so hard to approach somebody in a public place? How come we are not able to make this first contact?

I wish I had the courage to talk to this random beautiful girl, but at the moment my chance had pass and it was gone forever.

Not a chance for a dance

This creation
Is inspiration
Of your sensation 
Of admiration.

You believe
And forgive
And indeed
You are pleased
With this shit
That you hear
And you fear
This is real.

You were gone
And forgot
Now I’m back
In prosac

I am crushed
Turned to dust
This is fucked
I messed up

This is life
And goes by
For a while
You were mine

Now it’s time
To say bye
Pass me by
And say hi

I was high
All this time
Now I’m low
Love was blown.

A female Hierophant of the mysteries

This illustration shows Cybele, here called the Syrian Goddess, in the robes of a hierophant. Montfaucon describes the figure as follows: “Upon her head is an Episcopal mitre, adorned on the lower part with towers and pinnacles; over the gate of the city is a crescent, and beneath the circuit of the walls a crown of rays. The Goddess wears a sort of surplice, exactly like the surplice of a priest or bishop; and upon the surplice a tunic, which falls down to the legs; and over all an Episcopal cope, with the twelve signs of the Zodiac wrought on the borders. The figure hath a lion on each side, and holds in its left hand a Tympanum, a Sistrum, a Distaff, a Caduceus, and another instrument. In her right hand she holds with her middle finger a thunderbolt, and upon the same arm animal, insects, and, as das as we may guess, flowers and fruit, a bow, a quiver, a torch, and a scythe.” The whereabouts of the statue is unknown, the copy reproduced by Montfaucon being from drawings by Pirro Ligorio.

Words of the week

English: 

Inveterate: (empedernido) firmly established by long persistence <the inveteratetendency to overlook the obvious>

Spanish:

Almagre: (Red Ocher) is the term for both a golden-yellow or light yellow brown color and for a form of earth pigment which produces the color. The pigment can also be used to create a reddish tint known as Red ochre.

German:

Schwangerschaft: (Pregnancy)  is the carrying of one or more offspring, known as a fetus or embryo, inside the womb of a female.