マルコによる福音書6章4節
「預言者が敬われないのは、自分の故郷、親戚や家族の間だけである」
(マルコによる福音書6章4節)
私は新しい挑戦のために故郷を離れました。故郷では、過去の評価に縛られがちですが、新しい場所では自由に夢を追うことができます。神様からの贈り物である可能性を、異国の地で見つけることができるのです。
Sex with Emotion
Her place was a well organized but typical small apartment for a single woman living in Tokyo. It rained hard, but then the weather slowed down and only light raindrops could be heard. The downpour added an extra desire for companionship.
I Respect Cristiano Ronaldo
While growing up, my childhood superheroes were Spiderman and Batman. As I matured, my admiration shifted from comic book characters to sports icons. When I moved to Japan, that list expanded from American league athletes to European and global competitors. Over the last two decades, my adult heroes have been Leonel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo. These two men are often the subject of discussions beyond fútbol and face frequent criticism from pundits and rivals. Nevertheless, their performances both on and off the pitch continue to inspire millions, if not billions, showcasing their ability to transcend their sport and have a profound impact.
Del Poder Femenina
Me encuentro en la despedida de un viaje, con nuevas experiencias y desafiando expectativas sociales. Observo una revelación sobre la naturaleza del poder femenino, no mejor, sino distinta a la agresividad masculina. Y la ilusión del ego y su apego.
I Can Only Put it in a Poem
I write and delete it/ I delete it and then rewrite it/ I rewrite it and don't send it/ My thoughts change, my fear of the outcome freezes me/ I defrost and live my life/ I live my life and have moments when I want to live it with you
No Tienes Que Decir Nada
…No tienes que decir nada, Si estoy en tu mente, Solo tengo que verte, Y yo no digo nada…
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.