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Digital Age

         Nowadays, we are able to make others think what we want them to think. Who are you? -There’s never a simple answer to that question. When defining who we are coming up with the words to describe identity is a complex and highly personal concept. We are living in a different world where life is mainly connected through digital media. People no longer concentrated on spending time together. Our concept of interactions it’s losing its values every day. Now, people should be more aware that in order to be able to enjoy and love what is around us, we most start to prevent social media to affect our life in general.

            As we know, digital age can be very convenience to our personal uses. We are able to communicate with many different people from around the world. We are able to promote our jobs through online blogs. There’s so many convenience thing that we can use social media for. However, we not taking in consideration that social media it’s affecting our life in a dangerous way. Digital age it’s making a big in pact in humans that is causing us to loose personal interactions with each other’s.

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Afrente tu yo.

Te tengo en mi frente mi entra escribo estas palabras…

 

Te miro y no lo creo, lo que siento es único pero a la vez me hace sentir mas vivo de la cuenta.

Si, me miras y me preguntas que me deseas!? – Te deseo mas de la cuenta. Tus ojos me hacen sentir que nos devoraremos mutuamente, que solo seremos uno que lo demás nunca importara. Que vamos a construir un mundo en el que solo tu y yo seremos los directores de nuestras vidas. Que mi mundo serás tu y tu mudo ser yo. -Será que es mucho pedir? A lo mejor esto será un sueño? Por que no me lo merezco. Te y te vivo. Me miras y me enloqueces te apoderas de mi sin darte cuenta. Será cuando tu digas. Sere paciente por que te quiero. Te haz vuelto parte de mi vida diaria, tu presencia me trae vida y esperanza a seguir a ser mejor persona pero a la vez instruirte a ser mejor hombre.

 

Seamos realista, eso es lo que esta en mi mente. En la mente de este este individuo no comparte los mismo pensamientos pero deseos que yo. Vivo, vivo en un mundo de fantasía donde solo comparto las esperanza con mi corazón y la soledad. Se que un día te marcharas y dejaras dentro  de  en mi corazón dolor y sufrimiento, – pero mientras pueda apreciare tu presencia y mi aquellas miradas cautivas que penetran mi alma. -Si, soy aquel iluso que piensa que un día serás mío, solo mío. Pero con el tiempo aprendi que soñar no cuesta nada. Aprendi a ser aquel iluso pero no pendejo.

 

Esta noche, disfrutare la nieve caer, pero a la ves deseare sentir el sabor de tu saliva sobre la mía. Te viviré, -por que hoy pudiera ser la única vez en la que te tengo tan cerca pero a la vez tan lejos a la ves. Desearía saciar tus labios de amor y pasión con mucha lujuria y deseo hasta que sientas que eres mío y yo tu yo por el resto de nuestras existencias. -Se que mi deseo y anhelo es solo un mas de mis caprichos pero por el momento seguir siendo que iluso enamorado anónimamente con miedo de perderte.

 

Hoy me haz dado unas razón mas para vivir pero seguir expresando mis emociones de una forma agradable e indescribible haciéndote parte de lo que pronto será el pasado.

 

Armando Ramos

January 23, 2016, Forest Hills NY,11375.

Ride

“I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a writer – not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful writer, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why – but there’s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people – for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual boy.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other men.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.”