El Puto Mundo 5 – El destino de Ernesto

Ernesto estaba parado en silencio frente al hombre de la tienda, sudaba frìo y su cara desencajada comenzò a preocupar a la gente que lo rodeaba.

Con su mano temblorosa sacò el arma de su bolsillo y l martillò, los ojos de los espectadores se abrieron de par en par, los troncos se inclinaron hacia artras como en camara lenta.

Ernesto deseaba matar a ese hombre desde que era un niño, querìa matar a medo mundo desde que era un niño, querrìa haberse convertido en un hitler o en un napoleon, deseaba la extinciòn de la humanidad con todas sus fuerzas.

Ernesto habìa sido un niño abusado por sus compañeros, tenìa plena conciencia de que era un perdedor, su padre habìa sido un borracho que lo golpeaba a èl y a su madre, que murio de cirrocis cuando èl tenia siete años, su madre tuvo varios acompañantes despues de eso, cada uno peor que el siguiente.

Ernesto estudiò en una escuela industrial y en ella conociò a Rorigo Perez, un bastardo que creìa que el mundo estaba hecho para que el pudiese burlarse y sacar lo mejor de la vida sin pagar el costo.

Rodrigo conquistò ràpidamente al primer amor de Ernesto cuando èste recièn estaba decidiendose a hablarle, Rodrigo habìa obtenido el trabajo que Ernesto querìa, Ernesto habìa comprado la casa que Ernesto habìa visto, Rodrigo estaba viviendo la vida que Ernesto querìa vivir.

Ernesto entendìa que eso era parte de la realidad, de la manera en como funciona el mundo, el entendìa que era un perdedor y habìa vivido haceptando esa realidad hasta el dìa de hoy.

La verdad es que habìa tenido en sus manos la oportunidad de cambiar su vida, aquel boleto de la loterìa hubiese servido para “enchular a la Julia, agrandar su casa y comprarse un auto, viajar e ir a comer a restaurantes como la gente pituca” que se ve en la caja de luces y en las revistas de farandula y en los diarios.

Sin Julia, su vida ya no tenìa sentido, ya no importaba si cobraba venganza o no, si le quitaba la vida a ese hombre que la evoluciòn habìa escojido para vivir su vida ideal, quier era màs apto que èl quien era el existoso el mejor adaptado el con mejor carga genetica el con màs suerte.

Ernesto no se iria sin dar batalla, sin tratar de cambiar el destino de rompere el equilibrio natural de las cosas de poner un punto rojo en el imaginario colectovo de su ciudad, la ciudad que lo habìa ignorado y rechazado desde que naciò.

La primera bala salio girando acompañada de una llamarada y un sonido que espantò a todos a su alrededor, elpeazo de metal se incrusto en el craneo del hombre penetrando la duramadre, atravesando el lobulo frontal licuando la masa encefalica y generando presiòn dentro de la cabeza de su victima, de manera tal que los lobulos occipitales explotaron como una sandìa repartiendo huesos, pelo y sangre cual jackson Pollok sobre las estanterias.

Lost and Found – The new Clara

She was sitting on her bed with the beautiful cream paper on her hands. Her dream had become true, but in order for her to become a shadow she had to sacrifice a part of herself.

Good will, good intentions, dreams and wishes were not the way to achieve perfection, perfection was hard, the rock of reality must be bitted over and over again, discipline was needed, intelligence and love. Because love is what you need to correct the wrong attitudes and thoughts of a child, it takes love to put a beloved one in pain in order to redeem himself, his soul, his mind.

People were the party’s children, and as Clara was one of the new mind shapers and she had to start by the basics, she was now property of the ministry.

She stood up and went out of her room, now that small room was for her, from that day she was notable to possess anything, but everything was at her disposal, she had the liberty to think and act as she pleased, but she could not have anything at all. She was now completely free.

As she walked through the grandiloquent hallways of the ministry; following the instructions of the creamy paper, she realized she was the only one that wasn’t in uniform, that beautiful black and white leather uniform was the best design ever, symbol of power and authority, of honor and power.

The room she was looking for was in front of her; she entered and searched for a sit, there were about ten persons in there, all without uniform as she was, the room lights went suddenly out and three big screens went on.

Six of the most important ministers were there, they were in different places around the German Empire, but they were everywhere any time as the interconnected “nigma” net allow them to transmit information through the air without delay and in a completely secure way.

The war minister was in the front, and in the background Clara could clearly see the campaign tents and the soldiers moving and preparing themselves for the next assault. She was proud of their beauty and bravery and now she had become the one that would shape the corner stone on their minds.

Lost and Found – People Deconstructivism 2

If we have complete knowledge of the anatomy of an animal, if we are in possession of all the necessary data to reconstruct it’s special mode of experience. A detailed study of the animal’s body structure, the number, quality and distribution of the different organs and systems; this will result in a perfect image of the inner and external world of the organism.

Life is perfect almost everywhere; every organism, even the tinniest of them is not only adapted in a vague way but entirely coordinated with his environment.

According to his anatomical structure he possesses a determined receiver and effector system.  The organism cannot survive without the cooperation and equilibrium between these two systems. They are always tightly concatenated in a functional circle that allows us to grasp the meaning and purpose of the being.

The human animal in the other hand has a different character; his functional circle has not only grown in a quantitative way but also in a qualitative one.

The human animal has developed a new way to adapt itself to the environment; between the receiver and effector systems he has added another link. Something we can call the symbolic system.

This new acquisition transform all human life; Compared to the other animals, the human being not only lives a wider reality but in a complete different dimension.

The immediate reactions to the external stimulus are delayed by the slow and complicated thinking process. The human animal cannot understand the outer world outside the symbolic universe he develops in his early childhood to communicate with its kin.

Therefore the way to control a society is to control the symbolic system in each and every one of the individuals, making them loyal to the party beyond any possible external stimulus or foreign ideas.

Clara had reached a superior level of consciousness; she had been chosen to be part of the shapers.

She was now art of the intellectual shadows that rule the symbolic world of the German empire.

Carita Contenta.

Eres un dibujo en el agua
Hecho con una rama seca
Que se cayó mientras yo jugaba
a hacer ondas en el agua

Eres deforme y retorcida
Como la mirada de una prostituta
Humeda y anhelante
Como una puber enamorada

Me gustan tus vicios sucios
Tu mente oscura y vífida
Tu inmaterialidad espontanea y
La succión de tu boca

Me gusta que desaparezcas
Despues de que uso tu cuerpo
Que no te despidas
Que te entregues a otros

Eres la mujer perfecta
Polvo compacto y blanco
Con el que dibujo tu silueta
Me divierto contigo
Me das una vuelta
Me olvido de ti
Te uso de nuevo
Es un juego de niños
Un trazo en la arena
Una carita contenta.

El Martillo de Pillan

Queridos todos, con gran alegría le comunico que mi primera novela, El Martillo de Pillán, ha sido publicada y esta a la venta en Antártica libros, Feria del libro, Librería Andres Bello, y http://www.elatico.cl

Tenemos planificado el lanzamiento para el sabado primero de Septiembre de 2012 a las 12 del día en el edificio cousiño – ex ratonera en Valparáiso, y un relanzamiento en Santiago en la feria del libro de octubre en estación mapocho. fecha y hora por confirmar.
Están todos invitados.

Lost and Found 6 – People Deconstructivism

Deep inside her mind there was a little girl crying for her mother’s love, she was running in a wide green field with a massive mountain range in the background of the landscape, tall pine trees were all over the mountains and the cold perfumed air filled her nose, she was somehow free, but she missed her father’s love, deep inside her mind family was the most important scar she had had.

She was sit in an iron like chair, she was tied with leather straps, needles pierced her skin on her hands and arms, a huge with and bright ring was around her head, Images were projected into her optic nerve.

They were attempting to manipulate her prefrontal cortex and trying to change her unconscious mind set, the images passed one after another very fast, sometimes sounds were linked to them.

She had her eyes closed but her mind was wide opened, as a chemical derivate of LSD was being pumped to her bloodstream, her subconscious was now naked in front of her tellers.

She woke up in a small white room, lying in a small white bed. Her Clothes were in a chair, her belongings were in a wood pedestal, and among them was a black envelope with the red swastika on it.

She did not remember much, but her mind was tired, like a disordered room. Slowly she started breath in a calm way, with a monotonous rhythm, going in and out and repeating the national socialist mantra, constructing herself again, she started from the foundations of the ideology and then the recognition of what she was, her perfect race and her responsibility for being genetically superior, the Wagnerian Song was then chanted with a low voice, and then she started to sing loudly the German empire hymn.

She stood up, and dressed again; she felt still dizzy and had to put one hand in the wall not to fell.

When she finished her mind reconstruction, she looked the envelope again and did it parsimoniously; with delicacy she opened it and extracted the beautiful cream paper that had her destiny written on it.