Las cosas cambian y para bien. Esta semana en verdad fue definitiva porque me deshice de las malas conexiones que me tenían ligado a tí. No me interesa saber de tí, mucho menos de las tonterías que andas haciendo. Incluso creo que es una vergüenza que a tus 25 años sigas decayendo en pendejaditas como esas. Te creí inteligente pero creo que la gente tenía razón, no lo eres. Hoy eliminé otra mala influencia para mí, pero doy gracias tener el apoyo de grandes personas que me ayudan a saber que el mundo es tan grande que las complicaciones que acontecen en este sitio no son nada, y así lo serían si me ocurren en mi próximo hogar.

Me canso de pensar y escribir de tí, así que me retiro por el bien de todo mi organismo. Gracias y suerte para la próxima.

Mis primeras obras en cerámica

"Los tragaestimas" by Eduardo Castro

Ceramic and acrylic colors

"Flor de Loto" by Eduardo Castro

Ceramic

Reacción del público @MARCO. Gracias a todos

@MARCO en mi primera exposición colectiva

En el Museo de Arte Contemporáneo exhibiendo mis dos piezas de cerámica: Los tragaestimas y Flor de Loto. Debo decir que fueron un gran éxito porque la gente les tomó muchas fotos, inclusive con sus celulares. Me basta con que se lleven mi obra de recuerdo y espero aún más que hayan meditado un poco sobre el significado de mi obra y no sólo la apariencia externa. Porque así suelo ser, soy un mundo completo por dentro pero mi obra refleja mi forma de pensar. Espero haber influenciado en los expectadores y de ser posible intentaré inmiscuirme en el mundo artístico de Barcelona. Esa es la intención.

Lo más bello es digno de destruirse

"When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending. I feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously I see the flesh unwrap from the layers of fat and disappear. I see the fat disappear from the muscle. I see the muscle disappearing from around the organs and detaching itself from the bones. I see the organs gradually fade into transparency leaving a gleaming skeleton gleaming like ivory that slowly resolves until it becomes dust. I am consumed in the sense of your weight the way your flesh occupies momentary space the fullness of it beneath my palms. I am amazed at how perfectly your body fits to the curves of my hands. If I could attach our blood vessels so we could become each other I would. If I could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time I would. If I could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours I would. It makes me weep to feel the history of your flesh beneath my hands in a time of so much loss. It makes me weep to feel the movement of your flesh beneath my palms as you twist and turn over to one side to create a series of gestures to reach up around my neck to draw me nearer. All these memories will be lost in time like tears in the rain."

— David Wojnarowicz

Yo sentí

Con olor a cadáver y feretro de caoba fina

They're playing our song
They're playing our song
Can you see the lights?
Can you hear the hum?

Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we, get it wrong

And the seasons
Will change us new
Be the best I've known
and you know me
I could not be stuck on you
If it were true

I was sleeping
My eyes were dark
'Til you woke me
And told me that opening
is just the start
it was

Now I see you, til kingdom come
You're the one I want
To see me for all the stupid shit I've done

Soil and six feet under
Killed just like we were
Before you knew you'd know me
And you know me

Blooming up from the ground
3 Rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
And you know me

So this was our song
This was our song
I still see the lights
I can see them

And the criss cross
Of what is true, won't get to us
Cause you know me
I could not give up on you

And the fog of what is right
Won't cover us cause you know me
I could not give up a fight

No quiero terminar jodido como ustedes. Yo si tengo aspiraciones.