1. No tendrás otro twitters ajenos a mi
2. No te harás una imagen en identi.ca o status de facebook o en cualquier otro sitio de la web
3. No twittearás en vano. No será inocente el que twittee en vano.
4. Acuerdate de los hastags y santificalos.
5. Honra a Jack Dorsey como el padre de Twitter.
6. No Chatearás
7. No adulterarás el Twitt de tu prójimo.
8. No robaras los twitters de otros.
9. No twitterás contra tu prójimo, ni le darás falsos URLs.
10. No codiciarás el twitter de tu prójimo, ni su nick, ni su avatar ni su background, ni su blog ni cosa alguna.
lunes, abril 13, 2009
sábado, marzo 21, 2009
Poema, por el día de la poesía.
Me regalaron este poema por el día de la Poesía. No es mio.
Deshojando la mañana anochecen estos ojos
como un niño amanecido trasnochado en la ventana...
y en aquel soñar despierto va quedándose dormido
para darse por vencido a otros sueños que lo llaman...
Deshojando nuestra cama anochecen estos ojos
como estrellas que se cuelan para ver otra mañana,
y se duermen con la brisa y con el sol a horas tempranas
despidiéndose de a poco cual si no tuvieran prisa...
Deshojando tus respiros anochecen estos ojos
en tu cuerpo que desnudo horas antes despertaba...
frágil, plácido, dormido, como un fruto que del alba
en silencio me ha tendido a tus pies y tus antojos.
Es un grito a la poesía que tu desnudez invoca
que ya no amanece el día si no estás a mi costado...
hoy que yaces todo mío tras haber conmigo amado
deshojando la mañana anochecen estos ojos.
Jaguar
Deshojando la mañana anochecen estos ojos
como un niño amanecido trasnochado en la ventana...
y en aquel soñar despierto va quedándose dormido
para darse por vencido a otros sueños que lo llaman...
Deshojando nuestra cama anochecen estos ojos
como estrellas que se cuelan para ver otra mañana,
y se duermen con la brisa y con el sol a horas tempranas
despidiéndose de a poco cual si no tuvieran prisa...
Deshojando tus respiros anochecen estos ojos
en tu cuerpo que desnudo horas antes despertaba...
frágil, plácido, dormido, como un fruto que del alba
en silencio me ha tendido a tus pies y tus antojos.
Es un grito a la poesía que tu desnudez invoca
que ya no amanece el día si no estás a mi costado...
hoy que yaces todo mío tras haber conmigo amado
deshojando la mañana anochecen estos ojos.
Jaguar
Dia mundial de la poesía
Día Mundial de la Poesía
Cada 21 de marzo se celebra el Día Mundial de la Poesía. Esta conmemoración fue impulsada por la UNESCO en el año 2000 con el objetivo de reconocer las actividades poéticas que se realizan en los diferentes países y promover la poesía como una forma de cultura esencial.
Al parecer yo caigo dentro del grupo de los poetas, de los que sentimos el mundo con las palabras, por eso hoy quiero compartirte este poema que me encontré [no lo tomes a mal], disfrútalo, un saludo en la distancia y las letras.
Contradicciones
Y bajo el volumen
Del ruido de mi vida
Para que el silencio
Me aturda los sentidos.
Y bajo la luz
De mis ojos cansados
Para que la oscuridad
Ilumine la pupila de tus ojos.
Y detengo los pasos
De mis pies calzados
Para correr descalzo
Hasta la sombra de tu cuerpo.
Y miro los colores
De flores amarillas
Para ver contraste
De mi vida en blanco y negro.
Son los contrastes
Que llenan mi vida,
Entre el amor
Y el desprecio.
Cada 21 de marzo se celebra el Día Mundial de la Poesía. Esta conmemoración fue impulsada por la UNESCO en el año 2000 con el objetivo de reconocer las actividades poéticas que se realizan en los diferentes países y promover la poesía como una forma de cultura esencial.
Al parecer yo caigo dentro del grupo de los poetas, de los que sentimos el mundo con las palabras, por eso hoy quiero compartirte este poema que me encontré [no lo tomes a mal], disfrútalo, un saludo en la distancia y las letras.
Contradicciones
Y bajo el volumen
Del ruido de mi vida
Para que el silencio
Me aturda los sentidos.
Y bajo la luz
De mis ojos cansados
Para que la oscuridad
Ilumine la pupila de tus ojos.
Y detengo los pasos
De mis pies calzados
Para correr descalzo
Hasta la sombra de tu cuerpo.
Y miro los colores
De flores amarillas
Para ver contraste
De mi vida en blanco y negro.
Son los contrastes
Que llenan mi vida,
Entre el amor
Y el desprecio.
domingo, marzo 01, 2009
Doce Pasos de Twitterhólicos Anónimos
Los Doce Pasos Sugeridos de Twiterhólicos Anónimos
1. Admitimos que éramos impotentes ante TWITTER y ya nos era imposible manejar nuestras propias vidas.
2. Llegamos al convencimiento de que sólo TWITTER podría devolvernos el sano juicio.
3. Decidimos poner nuestra voluntad y nuestras vidas al cuidado de TWITTER tal como nosotros lo concebimos.
4. Sin ningún temor, hicimos un inventario moral de nosotros mismos. Y salimos perdiendo.
5. Admitimos ante TWITTER, ante nosotros mismos y ante otro twittero, la naturaleza exacta de nuestra conexión a Internet.
6. Estuvimos dispuestos a que el WiFi eliminase todo temor a no tener TWITTER.
7. Humildemente le pedimos a Internet que nos librase de no usar TWITTER.
8. Hicimos una lista de todas aquellas personas a quienes habíamos creado una cuenta de TWITTER y estuvimos dispuestos a obligarlas a usarlo por siempre.
9. Reparamos directamente las conexiones a Acelera, ASDL o WiFi, salvo en aquellos casos en que el hacerlo perjudicaría directamente nosotros o a otros.
10.Continuamos haciendo nuestro inventario personal, todavía saliamos perdiendo. Y cuando dejabamos de usar TWITTER lo admitíamos inmediatamente.
11. Buscamos a través de la red mejorar nuestro contacto consciente con TWITTER tal y como lo concebimos, pidiéndole solamente que nos dejase conectarnos a sus servidores y nos diese la fortaleza para aceptar cuando hay un overload o un error de conexión.
12. Habiendo experimentado el uso de una cuenta de TWITTER como resultado de estos pasos, tratamos de llevar este mensaje a los otros Twiterhólicos y de practicar estos principios en todos nuestros actos.
sábado, febrero 28, 2009
El twittergénesis
El Twitgénesis
Capítulo 1
1Al principio estaba la web, y el espíritu de la web volaba sobre el caos de bloggs, wikis y porno. 2Y dijo la web: "Háganse las redes sociales" y vio la web que las redes sociales eran buenas. 3Y dijo la web: "Hagamos al Facebook a nuestra imágen y semejanza, a semejanza nuestra hagámoslo". 4Y la web tomó tierra de maiespace, lo formó con copipeist e insufló aliento de vida en sus páginas. 5Y dijo la web: "Facebookeros, creced y multiplicaos. Y poblad la web" y asi se hizo. 6Y el Facebook domino la tierra de las redes, por encima de jaifai y maiespeis, y le puso nombres a todas las bestias del campo. 7Pero vio la web que no era bueno que el Facebook estuviera solo, entonces tomó el estatus y con el formó a Twitter. 8Y vio la web que el Twitter era bueno. 9Y cuando el Facebook vio a Twitter dijo: "Este si que es estatus de mi estatus, y twitter de mi estatus". 10Y la web los colocó en un jardín de servidores (farm server). 11Y asi convivieron por mucho tiempo.
¿Porque escribir un twittgénesis?
Porque ya casi se va a convertir en una religión. Para muestra un botón, el día de ayer se realizó el primer sínodo nacional de twitteros. Entonces quiero pasar a la historia como el hagiógrafo del inicio de twitter.
Tan religión es, que muchos, antes de acordarse del Creador, de la web, o de su sistema operativo, invocan al Twitter para decirle buenos días. Y lo último que hacen en la noche es darle gracias a Twitter por un día mas de vida. Y en estos incluimos con mucho cariño al creciente grupo de Twiterholicos Anónimos®
Quiero agradecer a @LuisaFernanda29 por tirar la piedrita para escribir este artículo.
domingo, febrero 08, 2009
martes, enero 30, 2007
The hole
I Remeber
I remember one day I played on the closet. It was dark, and I didn’t see a big hole on the floor and I fell into this. I was falling down almost an hour. I thought I would get to China
Then I started falling down slowly, I didn’t know if I was up or down, left or right. I only remember a bright light in front of my eyes.
I think when I was falling the time put back, and I was in the past. Or the present... but I'm sure, it wasn't the future.
I saw a lot of people walking in a village, little people with little horses around me. They had small hammers, and small axes.
-Are you dwarfs? I asked little man.
-Dwarfs? He answered me. No, of course, you don't see? The dwarfs live in the mountains, we live in the village, it's obvious... we are Jogars.
-Jogars? What kind of people are you? I asked.
You are a big man, you have to know about Jogars. Every people in this world have heard about us. Haven't you
-I've never heard about you. I said.
Oh man, I can’t believe it. Have you fallen from a hole, or what? I don't have a time to explain more. I have to bring these carrots to the king. It's important.
The little man left me alone. I had too many questions about, but the little man didn't want to listen to me.
I had never been in this place before, and I didn't know about new height and I didn't see anybody with a meter and 65 centimeters or more, I suspect if they were, would be hanged, or cut their throat with a sword. I'm exactly a meter and 65 centimeters.
-What will I do? If they discover I'm a meter 65 centimeters, they will cut my head...
-What are you talking about? Ask me a guardian of the castle.
-Nothing, it's about the trees growing in the grass.
-I think you are a meter 65 centimeters... we will cut your head.
Then a thousand and a half of guardians surrounded me, and tied me up with ropes. I couldn't move. I saw the king near me...
-I will say the sentence, the king said, DIE, he screamed.
-Yes, he will die, everybody said.
-Well, before die, I will say my last wish.
-We've never given the last wish to a man sentenced to the death, but in your case, we will do an exception, the king said.
-My last will is you let me go to close the hole in my closet, and then nobody will fall in it anymore, and will never die.
-Ok, but if you don't come back at nightfall, we will cut the head to this child.
I ran as never before, I went to the hole, and I closed it. I finished around 3 o'clock. I have to hurry up, to return before the nightfall. I felt I was running as never before, but the final of the hole was too long. I don't remember if I ran one or three hours, when I was in the village again, it was at night.
Nobody was in the street, only woman with a child in her arms...
-I'm sorry, I couldn't return at nightfall, I said to the woman.
-Don't worry, My child is asleep. The king didn't cut his head.
-Didn't he? Why?
-Because, he hopes to cut yours tomorrow. She said
-Oh!, well I kept my promise.
In the morning, I heard all the people around me saying "DIE, DIE!"
-Ok, ok, I will, I will, don't push me, don't push me! I said.
I put my head in a log, and a black dressed man, put his ax on my neck and cut my head.
That's why I will never play in the closet again.
jueves, agosto 24, 2006
The old forest
Some day, early in the morning, we went to a nice trip to the forest. The plan was to walk around three hours, and come back.
That morning was pretty good, very cold, and nice to walk. The day was shiny, and the sun wasn't hot at all. The wind in our faces gave us forces to walk. We was speaking about the beautiful landscape.
We walked about two hours and the forest became heavier, and we could not see the sun. The air was more dense, and cold. Big drops of water fallen from the trees, and a big carpet of leafs under our feet made us walk slowly.
The day light was gone, and the darkness came over us.
At this moment our guide said:
-we got troubles...
-Why?, we said, where are the troubles?
-because we've walked too much in the forest, and we entered in the old forest of Ariangar.
-Old forest of Ariangar? We asked in chorus...
-Yes, it's the oldest forest in the world, and there are something in the air and in the water that make to the trees can whisper, talk to each other.
-Ok, turn around and return to the other forest... I said.
-It's not easy, because if the forest decide to keep us always, it will erase any way to return.
-All right, I can belive it, how the forest can erase all the ways?
-Because they can move. Be quiet, can you hear it?
-What? we whisper, we can hear anything.
-Right! You can hear the silence, you don't hear birds, don't hear the wind, don't hear any animal...
-It's true! Why?
-Because anything alive enters in the old forest of Ariangar. This forest keeps things that you have never seen before.
-Why we've never eared it?
-Because some things that should not been forgotten were lost. This history became legend, and the legend became myth. This forest was here before the Marval mountains raisen. This forest is the keeper of the Gaia's heart, behind the walls of stone. That's why anything alive enters here, and the forest can erase any way, to protect the way to the walls of stone. They were formed by oldest stones, as oldest than the earth and they keep the old hot when the earth born. You can't climb this walls.
-but, what can we do?
-don't disturb the forest, don't disturb the water. The guide said. Just keep walking, if the forest knows we aren't here for destroy it, may be it leaves us. Turn around and walk in the way, may be the forest can ear our conversation, and help us to return.
We turned around and the way was there. The forest begun to whisper, a deep whisper, like long and far thunders. We were scared. We walked to much time, and the nightfall was near. When we lost any hope, we found an old man, with a green hat and a green pants. The man was sit down near a big old oak. And we can eared the oak's whisper, the man whispers also.
-Hello! Our guide said to the man, we are lost, can you help us to find the way to return?
-Oooooh! Whisper the old man. I can help you.
The voice of the man was so deep and slowly, as thinking every word he said.
-Oh! Really? Where is the way to the youngest forest.
-The youngest forest? It's near the Pabdav river right there, follow the river and you can find the way to return, the old man said slowly, very slowly. He closed his eyes and begun to whisper like the trees.
-Are you talking with the trees? We asked.
-Yes, he said after a long moment, close the eyes again, and continued whispering like the trees.
We followed the river, and in some places it sounded like a herd of stallions running over the river. After two or three hours, we begun to enter to the youngest forest, and very tired come back to our houses.
That morning was pretty good, very cold, and nice to walk. The day was shiny, and the sun wasn't hot at all. The wind in our faces gave us forces to walk. We was speaking about the beautiful landscape.
We walked about two hours and the forest became heavier, and we could not see the sun. The air was more dense, and cold. Big drops of water fallen from the trees, and a big carpet of leafs under our feet made us walk slowly.
The day light was gone, and the darkness came over us.
At this moment our guide said:
-we got troubles...
-Why?, we said, where are the troubles?
-because we've walked too much in the forest, and we entered in the old forest of Ariangar.
-Old forest of Ariangar? We asked in chorus...
-Yes, it's the oldest forest in the world, and there are something in the air and in the water that make to the trees can whisper, talk to each other.
-Ok, turn around and return to the other forest... I said.
-It's not easy, because if the forest decide to keep us always, it will erase any way to return.
-All right, I can belive it, how the forest can erase all the ways?
-Because they can move. Be quiet, can you hear it?
-What? we whisper, we can hear anything.
-Right! You can hear the silence, you don't hear birds, don't hear the wind, don't hear any animal...
-It's true! Why?
-Because anything alive enters in the old forest of Ariangar. This forest keeps things that you have never seen before.
-Why we've never eared it?
-Because some things that should not been forgotten were lost. This history became legend, and the legend became myth. This forest was here before the Marval mountains raisen. This forest is the keeper of the Gaia's heart, behind the walls of stone. That's why anything alive enters here, and the forest can erase any way, to protect the way to the walls of stone. They were formed by oldest stones, as oldest than the earth and they keep the old hot when the earth born. You can't climb this walls.
-but, what can we do?
-don't disturb the forest, don't disturb the water. The guide said. Just keep walking, if the forest knows we aren't here for destroy it, may be it leaves us. Turn around and walk in the way, may be the forest can ear our conversation, and help us to return.
We turned around and the way was there. The forest begun to whisper, a deep whisper, like long and far thunders. We were scared. We walked to much time, and the nightfall was near. When we lost any hope, we found an old man, with a green hat and a green pants. The man was sit down near a big old oak. And we can eared the oak's whisper, the man whispers also.
-Hello! Our guide said to the man, we are lost, can you help us to find the way to return?
-Oooooh! Whisper the old man. I can help you.
The voice of the man was so deep and slowly, as thinking every word he said.
-Oh! Really? Where is the way to the youngest forest.
-The youngest forest? It's near the Pabdav river right there, follow the river and you can find the way to return, the old man said slowly, very slowly. He closed his eyes and begun to whisper like the trees.
-Are you talking with the trees? We asked.
-Yes, he said after a long moment, close the eyes again, and continued whispering like the trees.
We followed the river, and in some places it sounded like a herd of stallions running over the river. After two or three hours, we begun to enter to the youngest forest, and very tired come back to our houses.
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