necrophilia and puritanism

I was watching CSI NY today and noticed (again) an interesting pattern in U.S. t.v. series for "adults". It is amazing. They may show you any kind of violence, contents of open human stomachs, autopsies, sex and philias, but not a naked body. Showing a naked body would be a sin. Showing a semi-descomposed body seems to be ok though, even if it is naked, because it has no discernable sexual organs. Not that I complain, I mean, it is CSI, dead bodies are part of the scenery, but I hate the strangely schewed puritanism. Why is a nipple worse than the inside of the ribcage?.

Bloody puritanism, in this case, very bloody.

me pregunto

Si había algo ahí. O al final, debajo de los adoquines, solo había alcantarillas.
Si detrás de los ojos abiertos de ilusión, sólo había ilusiones. Me pregunto
si las revoluciones sólo trajeron sangre y lágrimas.

Espero que no.

about friendship

I have always been of independent character. That doesn't mean I do not depend on others. Only that when I do, I try not to impose on them. Except probably my couple, but I do not want to go into that possible flaw of my character now.

What does this mean?. I think friendship is something given freely.
Like open arms or a hug.

I have (and have had) some friends who have told me I was not there for them. But they didn't say that something was happening. I was supposed to poll them at all times to ask them if they were ok. Except I had my own problems. And I would have been there for them at no time. But they have to call me.

I travel for long times and get isolated for one reason or another. If you want me to reach you, you have to ask. I do not give more than I ask for. I will not reproach a friend for not contacting me while I was in a bad shape.
When I need help, I shout.

Y así.

Voy a escribir en un blog aunque me arrepienta :-). No sé muy bien de qué voy a escribir. Seguramente de un poco de todo. Algunas cosas personales y otras no.
Simplemente quiero probar este medio de comunicación y de paso hacer un mini ejercicio de narcisismo online... Ya veremos. De momento, algo de "poesía":

Dile a la noche que deje de gritar tu nombre
Como ecos en los ojos de otras chicas
Tu ausencia como tibiedad en mi lecho
Como un vacío que le priva de brillo a la mañana.

No dije que fuese a ser alegre, ni buena!!!.