Roadtrip

No matter how things turned.
No matter the warnings given.

In the end it was me who chose to try.

A lesson from the end of year of the Dog

What we learned from disappointment is more valuable that what could have ever been.

It was not your fault.
You did your best

The way you reacted was not wrong.
You reacted the way one does when something dear is taken away.

Life goes on.
The ocean is wide and it's waiting for you.

Dozens of lighthouses shine behind me, dozens of stories that were never told.

Keep sailing, Kokubunji.
You came this far, keep sailing towards eternity.

                                                       Hector-Kokubunji

Another A

Closure at last. Thanks for the chance, universe. 

Shadows

It’s funny how I try to publish whatever comes to my mind in a weak attempt to draw her attention... who? you ask. I’m not sure, it depends entirely on my mood, my day, my souls will. I do not long for her words, because I know if I had them I’d repeal them. I do not dare to be happy, I do not dare to admit I want what everyone else wants. Fear is what drives me today... fear to go back to the rejection. But wasn’t I supposed to wander earth without fear? An interesting feeling. Where have you been Kokubunji?

Hector Kokubunji

Echoes

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

Hector-Kokubunji 

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 

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

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

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

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, yours and and mine, who have seen us breaking apart, and 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

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

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

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 

Remember

Next time you meet me I might be someone else.

Again

El lago se asoma por mi ventana, distintas son los sueños que llegan con la brisa que hoy acaricia mi cabello de una manera extraña, el destino siempre fue incierto en esta mi pequeña balsa a la deriva, donde estallan hoy mis sueños? Cual será la piel en la que he de plasmarlos de nuevo?

Preguntas que este lago, aparenta querer responder

Hector-Kokubunji