Category: about me

“another year, another dollar – happy birthday, so come yo holla”

Yo the lord sent me to do what am doing,
Prove what am proving
Move how am moving
This Cuban aint loosing
So ya tu sabe…
If you hatin on me
Me cago en tu madre
Alme el favor…dale compadre
Que este chamaco es un salvaje

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Ask me the same question.  Ask me if you know the question you want to ask.  State it but dont repeat it.  The undeniable fact that you know what it is.   What o we do for the affection of others and the approval of our actions.  Ask me.  Do you ask faithfully?  Tell me then the secrets you want to hide from me but dont feel I have to know.  Bewilder my name and let down your intuitions.  Know nothing or the half that is better.

To begin to question is to wonder our very own existance.  Maybe just yours.  Structure my life the way you see fit but just know that it will be broken.  For the box cant contain the things that make me – ME.  At the drop of a drop your fate will be answered and you will know that your feelings were never accepted to begin with.  Play then what you want to play.  Ask why?  Ask why something is so sure to become undstable in the beggining and chaos in the end.  The answe you seek is not the one you one.  A parallel of distinction between the two things you cherish the most.

Ask yourself when was the last time it all happend for you?  No one is really sure.  Not even you  Why then?  Why do we start this discussion you seem to know the answer, answer it yourself.  True.  You just like the attention.  Yeah no wait yeah you do.  so thats it.  Leave it at that and accept it.

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Ask me then the question – what is it to ask me when, but not how. Ask me how I belong & who I belong to. What is it not the question that needs to be asked.

Then if you do not ask me that question, ask me another. Where am I from? Who do I belong to? What are my habits? If you do not want to know then ask me again. The second time relinquish what you know & dream of how to do it. For not only are you & I equally the same, but we linger into what is knows being different. Converse then as to never know where it to end or to grasp what today is known to converse. As for me, ask me, but don’t judge me. Judge not only on my past but also on what I know it to be.

To linger to one is not only what drives innovation but what causes these thoughts of everyday denial. Who write these thoughts? Ask me again then what is it I belong to. I have given up hope from the changes of the past, but only look to preserve of something real. Real is not then always what real is. Define it then of what is the opportunity of it all. What then is it? What jumps out of you and if so then ask the question. What do we have in common? Do for you what you may and for others just like you. Know the person and ask them any question and you might hear your perfect answer.

But contradict yourself & ask what is the right answer. Is it something square or something different? Give me the opportunity to challenge you in your opinion & then ask me whom I belong to. Why the why is it that your reputation supersedes you?

Who then is likely to ask all of your questions? Reassure your doubts and don’t bring it this way. The poison of your insecurities is not welcomed here. Deal with it to all, as it lingers and lingers as much as it should. Should it be then that the time to ask then becomes what you want it to. Do you believe in it all or dwell on the fact that its given to someone else. Ask me then what am I doing now. To ask is not only to tell but also to assume it also deceiving. Deceiving to the fact what you do is not irrelevant to me or to you. Your persuasion is not wanted here. Admire your defeat and your self hatred.

Ask me then if I write just writing. I write until my ink is out. What do they say when you ask your permission or should I have just assumed. Do I require your attention yet your approval?

The simplest of all questions is never asked. No one can say what is the simplest though, but a question will do all the same. Tell me why your poison my mind with all the incoherent and indifferent opinion of those dark endless nights. Shall I say it….no I wont.

Ask me why then, but then ask why you are asking all these assumptive questions.

I was born on the Island of Cuba on November 17, 1983. Fulled by the dream of providing more for his children, my father set out on the conquest to bring us here to the US. The place I now call home. Comforted by the dream of a better life, I arrived in Key West Florida on April 4th, 1995.

Cuba with its humble campos and the fresh breeze of the Malecon, will never be what it once was to me. A place I once called home has now been replaced with towering buildings, loud streets, and a capitalist society know as “best country in the world” – la yuma

I once read a quote by a famous author named Jose Marti which over the years has always inspired me:

“Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.” – I only hope that one day I will generate that light.

I have created this site to be my platform for my own personal evaluation, a place of ventilation from all the chaos in the world and as a log……as log to record my life journey that will untimely leave my imprint in the sands of time.