Where are you?
My sky is blind
My tree, still
The land, dry
The empty sound
" Where are you?
not hear the meow scene
Futile cross
White in the dark
Where are you?
The heat is constant
The steam is constant
The monotony is constant
Where are you?
I want your hands on my neck
Playing in my hair Touching
cruelty
Where are you?
blows in my beautiful
Move leaves
Sleep Wake
Feel my breath
canst?
why you bite me?
"blowing my mind?
Come, just back
Black Cloud over my house
Diluted roof in the interstices
comes to me in smoke of sighs
Drops murky reason
Grieg removed the darkness of his soul
Melancholy
breath soundpiano rushes on the walls
Heart Cries effluvia
perennial forget Waves
tribulations
Lowercasehurriedly descended
Reborn in my ear penumbra
Nostalgia
companion in the rainy night Play
shadow still remains Lost
cries of grief
Submerge in the vehement boldness
In the intoxication of absinthe
Show me cruel strife
From your random breath
Rozas skin from my lips
inside my bones I
End
melodrama set in place -
space I want to give your hands
Rush to death
Topic eternal mind
Chants, letters, colors
My thinking is your way
my side Only want to see
hidden between the lines Still
Although I mentioned your name
clear goal of life you
Musa emaciated, empty genius
Llegarása me know
But only your face I long to see.
" My rules Lolitas are mine.
So you're the only one who can find their own rules.
My God and your God are different, "Novak Takemoto
Before I met through the LIW Lolita, Nabokov's Lolita knew and the" Gothic Lolita "of the conventions (I've never gone to one but you get the idea). The first, obviously was because I read the book and querrámoslo or not we have a strong Western influence. All of our environment has Western bases: our customs, our ideas, our laws, etc. So it is quite natural to relate the word with the little Lolita in Lolita Dolores East to which we refer. It is not disrespectful, just something that is not immersed in our culture, of course, not everyone because to be some experts in other cultures. Regarding the latter, it was because, despite not being a big fan of anime, knew of its existence by an otaku friend I met in the orchestra. In both cases, no lolita seemed appealing.
However, I do not remember how I came to LIW. I will not lie, my first thought was that it was cosplay. I admit to being an ignorant of oriental culture. I've always found fascinating but never got to deepen their urban tribes latter generations. So then, all clothing was exaggerated to me, cosplay. However
and eventually, I began to understand and discover that he had not fallen there by chance. Lolita whole universe coincided perfectly with my worldview the world, I would like to elaborate here but it would take me a long time.
I have always had a fascination with the social sciences, humanities and art. I spent all my childhood books about medicine, politics, sociology, music, philosophy, the whole possible range so that each formed their own personality by choosing the elements that we atrayese . In my family there are professional artists, but if there is enough interest in it, so I grew up in an environment full of crazy, intellectual and addicted to knowledge. I know I lived a difficult time with my family for a period of my childhood but I appreciate the teaching me how to think for myself, question everything until convinced by sound arguments and live by my own values. Taking things in the world and adapt them to me, instead of having to conform me to it. That's something to be grateful all my life.
So part of my personality to be a nasty person and criticism. The me against all, simply to reinforce a point and rebel against any imposition of thought that limits my freedom.
I consider myself an individualist in the sense of thinking with my own brain. You may be misusing the term but, according to HD ...
"(...) When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said with a sneer, "means what I feel like it to mean. Neither more nor less. - The problem, said Alice, "is whether you can make words mean so many different things. "The problem," said Humpty Dumpty, is to know who's boss. That's all. "
The problem is who commands. And who rules my world is me.
But back to the main theme, with the LIW Lolita and, without realizing at all, I fell hopelessly surrendered at his feet. It was like a fool in love. One day I woke up and said this is true!
The Lolita, with its ridiculous image in the eyes of others and at some point to mine, is the most rebellious, transgressive, surreal I've found so far. It was / is a world filled art, beauty and intellect. My world view is merged with Ely the rest is history.
I do not think there is a "style of life "or" philosophy "of Lolita general. On the contrary, I believe that everyone creates his own. Just at this moment in my philosophy class we are studying ancient sophists for whom there was no absolute values but the perception of things and words like "good" or "bad" depend ú ; nicamente circumstances and thought itself, that is, the ratings vary person by person basis. It is true that by accepting as true this percepcción absolute and relativistic world we are incurring in rejecting the Sophists. Personally, his ideas are very similar to mine, agree on the relativity of values but not all their positions, also remember that the sophists were their own ideals so it is difficult to generalize as school-and that suit my view of the world is as natural to me. That is my perception of Lolita: art, rebellion, the intelligentsia, that is, all my human complexity, my nature.
Therefore, and since finishing "Sorry, I tend to be very boring) - the lolita is for me a personal revolution. Revolution as it covers the punk spirit that both speak and upset, because for me, there is nothing more revolutionary than be yourself and live by your own principles. And it is something personal that can only cover me. Out of respect, common sense principles and I can not impose my thoughts to someone, just as I reject the imposition of others. Moreover, not all as we couple the production of ideas. The revolution of which I speak does not include marches, protests and demonstrations. It's something private that I drive and live in peace, for my own nature, hence the idea of personal revolution.
I've been thinking a lot about this concept I have of Lolita. I like living lolita solo for me. Communities do not scare me or dislike me at all but my personality is more reserved. I have a very small circle of friends and I like it. So I am. Participating in Lolimafia has been nice but meetings where you meet new people make me nervous, I'm not used to it, especially when alone. They are very nice, at least those that I met that day at the home of Eru, all I fell very well, but being part of something like this is something that is not in my nature. Obviously because we're not friends nor do we know enough.
But focusing on the theme of the communities in general, I feel it goes against my idea of Lolita. I think that idea to spread it and give an idea of what it is. I'm not one who believes that magic lost when everyone knows but I think Lolita is, as I said, a personal revolution. I can not impose what I think is someone else. These are my principles, my unshakeable foundations. This
I do not mean that he is declaring war on Lolimafia - NOOO! NEVER!. Despite my non-existent qualities of sociability (making it appear that I am creida XD), I spent a pleasant afternoon with members. But I firmly my principles, so I hope you understand, my little activity.
Finally, it has long wanted to write about Lolita, but never got the chance. My way of looking at it is perhaps very different from most, but those are the foundations that hold my world.
By chance I went to myspace and do not know how but I met Federico Durand. Do not know much about him, just know that Argentina is a composer and his music is BEAUTIFUL!.
http://www.myspace.com/federicodurand
need the nap of the Cypress): I will ask my uncle who lives in Japan if you can get.
is easier to think
In the bird in its nest
ColdSecurity
distant night at home
is easier to see the empty space
As hurried
Forced to fill
is easier to see the
hungry growl like a harmonious
A stay at the time
Between bread and waking
is easier to forget
is easier to cover
It's easier not to look
It is easier to silence
trembling hand on the night
Sliding between the sheets
From a girl in puberty
is easier not to listen
The gasp in the shadows
The cut flower in the bud
The denial of a proposal
Eyes spitting truth
is easier to be a poet of longing
Of Love , river, sleep
adventurerHow cruel fate suffered
Lover of reality
