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New Musician To Mess With..

He goes by the name of Ólafur Arnalds.

So Close (Ólafur Arnalds ft Arnor Dan)

“Through dark and light i fight to be
So close, shadows and lies mask you from me
So close, bathe my skin the darkness within
So close, the war of our lives no one can win

The missing piece i yearn to find
So close, please clear the anguish from my mind
So close, but when the truth of you comes clear
So close, I wish my life had never come near
So close.

Through dark and light i fight to be
So close, shadows and lies mask you from me.”

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Fantasia De Una Fantasma

 

Fantasia De Una Fantasma

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 Sin Nombre, sin identidad, sin todo lo que importa.

 Ella, sentado en la cama oscura, sola y tranquila.

Nadie dan importa a ella.

Quien es ella? De donde es? Que hace allí ?

Como una fantasma, aparece sola en la noche.

 

 

A Shadow’s dream, just a silly insignificant shadow. Hid in the darkness itching to come out. She’s struggling with her thoughts and her desires, her fantasies versus the realities. Poor naïve girl.

 

 

Conversation (between me and myself) at My Job Interview

What the hell am I doing here??! Seriously what the hell!!!
I can do better than this? Right? I totally deserve a different path of life? Why did I chose this one?
Wait! Remember Benedict used to teach English in Tibet .
Tom , the posh Tom used to be waitering.
Every great ppl used to start from scratch.
Yeah, as long as they have a litte something going on
The main plan. And stay focus on that.
Don’t get distracted , don’t lose your focus.
See your goal as a target, and you will get there no matter what!
The thing is, I don’t know what am I gonna do?
I want to be an archeologist
I want to be an actress
I want to be a writer
I also want to be a philanthropist
Which one should I go get it first?
Seriouslly?
I should focus on my interview right?
Well I can’t ! I have no idea
I’m not even sure that I wanted the job.
Okay, let’s make a pro cons list
Pro:
1. Meet new ppl
2. Foreigners
3. That’s what you want isn’t it?

Cons
1. Pretty low wage
2. Distance
3. Unsure location.

You know during this I kept having an argument with myself?
It’s pretty funny my mind is.
I asked the question , I answer it myself.
Teaching?
Pffffhs..
I’m not people’s person! I’m bitter.. Anti social and shit!
I’m kidding myself.
Ok let’s calm myself with pictures of McAvoy
That should do!!

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Hello Old Fellow

Hi wordpress! It’s been ages since my last update.

I’ve been caught up with the world.. blah who am I kidding?

I’ve been a lazy bum. I write tho’ but not posting it. And I think maybe it’s time to write again. So yeah, I decided to write again. I hope this time I can be a little more consistent .

See you very soon

xx

El dinosaurio – Agusto Moterroso ( Reconstruido Por Bie)

EL DINOSAURIO

   Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí, pero él estaba sólo quedarse quieto, sin señales de vida. El hombre se preguntaba

–¿que era sólo un sueño? – ¿es que se ha vuelto loco?

-miró a su alrededor, que no reconocía el lugar. Trató de recordar la memoria de la noche anterior, mientras que se dio cuenta de todos los jadeos de arte colgadas en la pared, había miniaturas del imperio Romano en la mesa de exhibición, y réplicas de unos artefactos egipcios, –

-¡estoy en el museo! se dio cuenta. –

 ¿Cómo llegué aquí?

estaba confundido y asustado, pero él se compuso y empezar a caminar y se fija su ritmo y     luego se fue corriendo hacia la salida más cercana. Pero cuando llegó allí el dinosaurio estaba de pie delante de la puerta.. esperando.

Débil..

Ella no puede esconder su secreto mas, el tiempo va a revelarlo. Todos sus amigos saben lo que ha pasado, la razón porque ella no puede dormir por la noche.

Su familia esta preguntando, si ella esta bien. La vida le ha dado muchos revés, es mas fácil evitarlo que revivir el dolor, volver al pasad0.

Bye..Bye House #203

Bye..bye house no 203..

It’s not the first time I move out from a house, I’ve been doing this my whole life. I’m used to the feeling of moving in a new house, the almost extraterritorial like feeling when I first step into the house. It was empty and strange, hollow somehow. In time, little by little the furnitures start to fill the house and soon I would call it home. My temporary home. I would start to decorate my room, make it as comfortable as I can but then a the little voice in me would say , ” Don’t put too much effort in it, soon you’ll be out of here.” Do I ever grown tired over the years? Well I don’t know, for me it’s like a chore that become a habit.

Then finally came time to move again, the packing, the last minute shopping and piles and piles of boxes. This house no. 203 become a warehouse for awhile. Emptying my room is always the hardest part, I feel the memories flashing back ,of all the time that I’ve spent in that room. The air goes heavy as if it says don’t leave.  I would ignore it and close the door, trying not to turn. A tear used to fall down on my cheeks back then, but not anymore.  Soon I’ll be doing this all over again, feeling the same thing all over again. But for now, I say good bye to the house no. 203.

Benvenuto…

 

I attempt to share my stories with anyone who listen I created this blog.. Cuentos de Bie ..or in english Bie’s stories..

I’m not a good writer but I don’t say i’m a bad one either..so please be gentle with me..LOL.

This is my first post..I hope in times that will be plenty more stories..

XOXO..

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