I Am You

At that moment he can see himself through the eyes of that other person, and can feel how she doesn’t know him (himself) and the pleasure of being her, because she is totally in peace with herself. The world of the woman, though sharing geographic place and historical time with him, is diametrically opposed to his.

Working man

Slave, consumerist, small-time. He knows money won’t buy hapiness but pursues economic success thinking it will provide him with that well-being sensation he yearns for.

He makes a good living, but his work consumes so many hours of his day that a huge portion of his earnings he spends in self gratification, in an attempt to compensate for the lack of time for himself.

Now and then, he surprises himself arguing with his co-workers, chiefs (yes, many) and even passersby. He believes is the others that, in one way or another, drive him to unhappiness.


Small diagram of where I think we are located

Translation, from top to bottom:

Inside of all created
–planes of reality
–human existence
–all creation

You are good and no good

The passage from not seeing you to seeing you was intimidating. Was it you? As long as I occupy this place, only for moments I’ll be able to answer that question. The girl talked too much. You answered her in a disdainful manner, as if you were fed up with her.

It was you. You, behind that face, at that moment; but you didn’t recognize me. I got off the subway before my stop, with fright for having found and lost you.

The Infamous Spider

Drawing of a spider made by a child

Thoughts walking on the inner side, entering through the ears or the nose… who knows through where. They scare like bugs.

Out and in

I could, finally, stop. I’m exhausted, at least despair attenuated.

This morning I woke up asleep, coffee couldn’t wake me, neither did the fresh air outside when I left. I worked sleeping, got home, rested, had dinner and went to bed to dream I didn’t know I slept.

I look for pain in every trail. For the pinch that’ll wake me. Something tells me it’s not true nothing happens. I sip my coffee and a bird sings.

(A murmur in my throat surprises me. Words run over themselves and die squashed.)

People Enjoying Sea

A splendid day and people swimming in the sea.

I made this work in Illustrator drawing the vectors freehand. As a template I used a photograph of a holiday I took in Villa Gesell, a town on the Atlantic Coast of Buenos Aires Province.


There’s no death, it’s just a lie we believe that exists. But there’s no getting out through the flesh, ’cause the flesh is no door. We are.
The rest is nonsense.

Beautiful Baby on Shoulder

A beautiful baby on his daddy's shoulder

I see in him a sad look… I made it based on a picture of my son when he was a baby (now he’s 13). Maybe it was me who put the sadness in the drawing.

Almost over

It’s not a game, I think it’s the satisfaction of a need. I wouldn’t care to go on, if it wasn’t for the stupid and limited collective mind. There’s a connection that is given between people and goes beyond conventions and permissions. But it seems everyone prefers to suffer.