I Like You too Much
I like you too much/ What if I told you I dreamed of you before I met you/ Curly hair in my dreams by the sea of Tel Aviv/ I like you too much
Knowing is a Blind Spot
Three stories about how the conclusion of our knowledge blocks us from learning new information or expanding our curiosity.
Mar Del Plata
…What can I accomplish when I believe in bets beyond the flesh, It surprises me like lightening bolts striking through a sunset, I lived personal floods and lucky to survive my own reckon, Blessed to look up and see rainbows spilling through a pink heaven…
Colonia Uruguay
Una de las paradas de mi diario de motocicleta por América Latina, pero sin moto ni bicicleta. Solo con tenis jalando la maleta. Y en mi bolsa tenía la letra que le quería darle. Ella con su novio y yo con mi vergüenza.
Boom shroom REVISITED
Shaped by my Japanese and hip hop influences, the Boom Shroom character embodies death and regeneration. It reflects my subconscious exploration of life's dual nature.
LA MINA
En este rincón isleño, en un restaurante sencillo, mi alma se encuentra con la palabra de Dios. Entre muros que hablan en dos lenguajes, relato encuentros que transforman, una presencia fugaz, una mujer envuelta en misterio, despiertan reflexiones sobre el amor y la divinidad. Al final, anoto la traducción de "I love you", una danza de significados en el idioma local.
Messi’s Argentina
Messi is the most respectful player in an age of scandalous idols and viral disrespect. He has been an inspiration for Argentina and people of all backgrounds. Yet critics still talk shit. It goes to show that it does not matter what they think of you. Just focus on God, family, and your purpose.
The Art We Make Podcast
I was a recent guest on The Art We Make Podcast. The discussion involved my journey to Japan and my first film “Sin Padre.” It was mucho fun talking with the host Koumade.
The Gift is the Curse
When does a gift become a curse, when does saving someone become kidnapping their destiny? When does protection become detention, when do positive vibes become a numb happy?
Death is Real
Death is real in the sense of living without living. That death is realer to me than actual death. It chases me when I do not live up to my fullest potential. It waits for me to make decisions based on my fear. And that choice takes me closer to death.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 3
You could have been a father. You didn’t even have to play your cards right. You just needed to play your fucking hand. She had all her bets on us. Instead you had a fucked up definition of success and took your chip to another table. Not even a stack. That’s right nigga. She left New York for you and you left her for Japan. So what? You didn’t have your shit together? Neither did she. It didn’t matter. You loved each other.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 2
Her right hand reaches out and takes a hold of my left. I am starting to feel like I am earning her trust back. I am starting to feel like I can trust myself.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 1
The place is nearly empty. But my thoughts are full. I got 13 hours. JFK is a dead zone. No WiFi. My iPhone is a dead zone. No cellular data. It will be 13 hours of New York, and the only thing on my mind is all that she doesn’t know.
I Hear the Church Bell Ring
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How you paint me in your dreams
How I felt you in my sleep
How you knew I was coming before I came
And now I am coming
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I Know Why the Burning Bird Screams
Clawing from the flames of destruction to the light of potential.