Tuesday, April 19, 2016

A fantasy left for another life... 

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Echoes

Somethings should be left unsaid, some ghosts should stay dead...


Hector-Kokubunji 

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Isle of mist.

What a beautiful thing, your lies and my believes, our promises and empty meetings. Tonight we both sail towards the same doomed destination, with desire dripping from our hands. Tonight as so many others we meet on this roof, with the cold of your beauty marking our skins on the path we both trace. Both our souls call each other, both of our artifacts beat showing us the way back to our island, back to our nights on this roof, and our constant game of vanishing in rain. 


Hector-Kokubunji 

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Wanderlust

The City rises before my eyes, after 12 years I finally made it to Hong Kong, my adventurous heart beats once more. It's been a long wait, but Kokubunji is back! 


























Hector-Kokubunji

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Towards infinity.

And I moved East, left many and so much behind. I keep trying to find the words to finish the stories I once thought I started. I sit and type, type and think, drinking tea, and not thinking at all... feels good not having you around, feels good knowing I never have to see you again. then again... feels even better that this might happen again with someone else, the adventure calls, the ideas emerge, and now my brain is finally removing the dust of all those battles, all that meaningless meaningless sorrow.

Now I sail towards the sun, I sail to find the answers of those questions engraved in my soul, I sail away form you, I sail towards eternity. 


Hector-Kokubunji

Thursday, January 08, 2015

Warmest Color

Si te digo que te quiero no es con malicia ni con otra intención, mi obsesión hacia ti creció de una idea mal planteada… De una búsqueda interrumpida y de un deseo por pensar que Talvez podríamos ser como los demás. 
No somos y no seremos, pero siempre nos tendremos el uno al otro. Esta es una historia que prefiero no seguir leyendo y prefiero vivirla contigo a distancia, detrás de nuestras pantallas, escondidos en nuestras botellas de vino y bajo las luces de tus noches y los diferentes usos horarios de mis días…



Hector-Kokubunji

Monday, November 10, 2014

Different Skies

I like to tell the story in every port I stop, of how we met and how the years have passed. Only twice or trice have our timings agreed in letting us live on the same continent. Only a few times have we shared the same sky, and those few times have twisted our fates.

I have lost myself in our conversations, in our dances and our parties for two. We look at each other through the brightness of our screens, trough the darkness in our souls. I have lost myself in the many colors of your hair, in the many memories we created. Just like our demons, your and  and mine, who have seen us breaking apart, have learned to sleep with each other after our concert nights. 

You have always backed up when things got serious, you have always shown me uncertainty when the big L appears in our path, I have never cared, and will never do. 

Eventually our paths will cross, eventually our skies will be the same again, and maybe then, we both will decide to stay.


Hector-Kokubunji



Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Arctic Dream

A dream like winter, my Arctic Muse, ideas following the flying sleigh, her golden hair that dances with the wind, this… was not meant to be.

Hector-Kokubunji

Monday, November 11, 2013

Never ending lies

How many times do I have to wake up from the same dream? How many times am I gonna chase those who doesn't want to be caught? time has never been on my side, even those who lingered disappeared, even those who in my dreams seemed to be the one...disappeared 

Hector-Kokubunji

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Playing Cards

Waking up has became a pleasure, I look at myself in the mirror and think  of what to say, it's not even five minutes since I'm awake and there you are already dancing in my mind. I check my pockets to find a pack of smokey cylinders ready for you and me, for my daily routine to rush to the road wishing to see you before work starts.  I wander the corners pretending I'm not looking for you, pretending that each one of our encounters are an innocent coincidence, but deep down  I'm sure you know better, you know I like you, I've told you before, and even when your answer was not what I wanted... I can help myself to wish that maybe I can change your mind.

My waiting finally pays off, the door opens and there you are, black skirt and perfect smile. You see me playing cool, and call my bluff in a second, why you still hang out with me is a mystery to me, I guess some mysteries shall remain unsolved, the clock ticks and our cylinders burn, we laugh and smile and for a  moment there's nothing wrong.  I rush here everyday for this moment, to sit here with you and talk about nothing, to talk to your about everything and how little we know,  about ideas in both of our minds, and about the magic that surrounds us. I rush here everyday for this magic. 

Some say this that I do is pointless, some say is absurd and even dangerous, that a greater harm lies behind your eyes, warnings from a past experience, and from those who have seen me fall. 

Yet  somehow something about you keeps calling me, something in those eyes tells me to wake up, it is your smilie the one who asks me to rush here everyday...

...to sit here with you, to talk to you about nothing...


Hector-Kokubunji

Thursday, October 03, 2013

S.M.C

The wind whispers your name in a  unspeakable language, the autumns cold bring your smell to my door, there is a light coming from my window, a resemblance of the lake that once slept by my side and casted a spell above my castle. I dance with your silence exchanging looks that tell a million stories, a million tales about your golden hair and sweetest laugh.  I can feel I know you from before, it seems I've looked for you in every corner, in every forest, and every time the universe offered  me the chance to create a moment. 

There's a secret agenda behind your look, a evil minded story that writes itself in the perfect curve of your smile. Where is this gonna take me? 

After all this time...  Could you be the one? 


Hector-Kokubunji

Friday, April 05, 2013

I travel through time, visiting different situations, different people, I come and go like the wind, whispering promises and chasing lonely looks.  I am a trick that vanishes with the rain, I exist only in the mind of those who dare to remember me... I am yours to keep and then again I do not belong.

I am just an idea.
I am and I will always be your greatest idea.


Hector-Kokubunji

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Reality

I'm trap in a reality I deny to accept, surrounded by nightmares where my name vanishes from your skin.

Destiny calls to different directions, but it is my soul who is not ready to admit that you are gone, wind keeps me going and the pain keeps growing.

Ideas in my head hitting my soul, crashing it, and leaving nothing but my self broken into pieces.

A glimpse of light shows up every morning, and idea that is so real and yet so vague, a hope and a dream.

Life put us together for a reason, life will make the arrangements once again, in this one, in the next one or maybe in all of them...

I just wait and hope, I will reach you again, I will fight for you again, I will go down to the hell to get you back, and you know I will do it with a smile.

Hector-Kokubunji

Friday, March 15, 2013

Last Farewell

And I looked over my shoulder to see how the last glimmer of light coming from the lighthouse disappear into the oblivion...we both knew this was our final farewell.

With that event behind me, I knew the ocean had spoken to me once again, "Follow the stars" whispered the wind in my ear, and with the memory of those good days at the lighthouse sinking in my gray ocean I sail again... without a map, without a route... just with the wind and the mysteries that this ocean will bring to me.

Hector Kokubunji 

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Remember

Next time you meet me I might be someone else.