"... Breathe... keep breathing
Don't lose.. your nerve.
Breathe... keep breathing
I can't do this.. alone ..."

Ahí estaba... no estoy seguro cual es la maldita conexión entre la carne y mi espíritu pero de repente hoy sentí ira y viví ira... algo fue lo que sentí como una especie de herida profunda justo debajo de una costilla y otra fue la sensación de la necesidad de sentir libertad.
Hoy fui esclavo de la ira y me gustó... me sedujo estar cegado de repente por algún sentimiento... por un instante me sentí lleno...

"... Disconnect and self destruct,
one bullet at a time,
What's your rush now,
Everyone will have his day to die. ..."

Miro la oscura infinidad de las estrellas y me pregunto porqué somos tan grandes...
Miro la profundidad de las huellas y me pregunto porqué somos tan livianos...
Miro la luz de la luna y me pregunto de donde viene la luz que hace que la gente pueda verme...

Como sé a donde voy cuando no hay huellas en la oscuridad infinita?

"... Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin ..."

Un cuerpo?
Una mente?
Dime!!

No sé que es lo que veo en ti... no sé porque de repente por mas que el mundo parezca pequeño frente a tu grandeza, cada centímetro que nos separa es como si fuera un infinito en si mismo.
No sé porqué cada palabra que dices es para mi una dictadura de mi cobardía, un eco divino proveniente del infierno en el que me encuentro, un canto armonioso el cual interpreto al compás que yo lo quiera ver...

Violencia, Paciencia...
Son las palabras preferidas del amor

Un cuerpo?
Una mente?
Dime!!

"... Thousands of hairs
Two eyes only
Its you

Some skin
Billions of genes
Again its you

XX XY
That's why it's you and me

Your blood is red
It's beautiful genetic love

Your fingerprint
The flesh, her arm, your bones
I'd like to know
Why all these things move me

Let's use ourselves to be as one tonight
A part of me would like to travel in your veins

Biological
I don't know why I feel that way with you
Biological
I need your DNA ..."

Although weblogs are often denigrated as a medium for navel-gazing, this site is named “piko” in a playful celebration of those details which are easily dismissed, overlooked, or unnoticed. Piko - the Hawaiian word for bellybutton - has a rich multiplicity of meanings, including the summit, the center, the border of a land, the umbilical cord, and the place where the stem of a plant (such as a taro plant) is attached to the leaf. The piko, in Hawaiian culture, is the source of life and connection to one’s lineage.

Piko is about encouraging a greater awareness of self and of others; valuing littleness and bigness; noticing a play of meanings, images, sounds, and sensations.

In Spanish, “pico,” means “I poke,” which oddly reminds me of the way I used to poke my grandmother’s piko to make her laugh like the Pillsbury doughboy.

Piko is my spot for prodding, for provoking thought and poking fun.

For me, the word piko ideally captures the interconnectivity of one’s physical and virtual existences. In pausing over the bellybutton, we contemplate that seemingly insignificant, useless little hollow in the middle of the abdomen that marks the place of former attachment to the umbilical cord, the lifeline to the mother. The piko reminds us of the invisible lines that join beings together far beyond the point in space and time when the physical cord has been severed. Piko simultaneously signifies the center and the periphery, attachment and detachment, single points and contiguous lines, peaks and valleys, the flirtation between public and private, bonding and freedom, similarity and singularity, and the mundane and miraculous.

Piko is a junction for creation, relation, and development. But it’s also the reservoir for bellybutton wax, or “lint” as Alan likes to say.

All of these associations lead to an important consideration: Are you an innie or an outie?

Piko is play and perspective.

Thanks to Dori's "dtakata"