viernes, septiembre 28, 2007


"Hay un pasado que se fue para siempre, pero hay un futuro que todavía es nuestro"
F.W. Robertson

sábado, septiembre 22, 2007

“In Maliceland”

Follow the white rabbit
Said the elder,
So I did.
Now I’m lost in Neverland.

I went into the woods,
Found a fairy,
“to the mountains”
she said, I did

There the queen of broken hearts,
My head wanted to severe,
But the crocodile saved me,
With its tic-toc inside.

I found a castle,
Went to the tower,
A sleeping lady I kissed,
Nothing happened.

Back to the ocean,
There a mermaid singing loudly,
But the tunes made me deaf,
And so I escaped.

Followed the yellow bricks
To emerald city,
But the wizard was not kind,
And into a bee he turned me.

I flew away,
And a butterfly I hit,
Tom thumb then I found,
But happy he was not.

Another journey I set next day,
To the exit I promised myself,
Though I only got
Lost again.

Martín Ochoa
21/sep/07


Inspired in Gala's Stories

viernes, septiembre 21, 2007

LA REALIDAD TOMA LA FORMA QUE LA SUEÑA

jueves, septiembre 13, 2007

Nadie nos engaña tanto, como nuestro propio Juicio
"Leonardo Da Vinci"

“Fairy Tale”


Splendid time,
Wiz of Oz,
Yellow bricks,
Splattered blood.

Lays the corpse,
Invading worms,
In salt and rocks,
The big red balloon.

King of hearts,
The broken crown,
Solemn hymn,
One once seen.

Tunes of blues,
In crystal dreams,
The lonely sax,
White sad harp.

Ringing bell,
Wedding in hell,
Wings and horns,
The end so close.


Martín Ochoa
13/Ago/07


viernes, septiembre 07, 2007

Pocos ven lo que somos, pero todos ven lo que aparentamos

"Nicolàs Maquiavelo"
"And now I pronounce you . . .”


And all the fairies,
With magic dust,
Will make me fly,
High to the sky.

Stars will dance,
The moon will sing,
Beautiful symphony,
Of immortal life.

There we meet
The ghosts and me,
To forgotten times,
Will travel around.

No tombs, no corpses,
Only shadows,
And white spirits,
Partying to eternity.

Great, great ball,
Balloons, no masks,
Fancy dresses,
Starry night.

A planet I’ll marry,
Happily ever after,
To the end of time
In a joyful ride.

Martín Ochoa
16/Ago/07