the slow process of dying |
Would you be so kind, and give me strength enough for me to shut myself in the head?I try and try to rememberThose times you speak off, when everything was betterI have never smiled like an innocent c...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 17:20:00 GMT |
La promesa |
"A mi ángel, mi mejor amiga, mi comadre, Angelita" Enero 8 de 2008 ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Escucho la melodía aún por encima del ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 16:56:00 GMT |
THE FUCKING HURTING |
What I carry inside is painYou're not longer here to make it go awayYou left when I was begging you to stayNo wonder even my mom thinks I'm insaneI forgot what I feels to be OKAll I feel inside is rot...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 15:35:00 GMT |
an old ghost |
An old ghost came knocking at my doorCome in, come inA silly voice inside of me saidWhat's there can't be kicked outWhat's there have to go on its ownIt just refuses to Denies my soulThe restThe calmT...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 05:03:00 GMT |
una noche entre los dias de agosto |
Se me rompio el patron de la sobrevivencia. Estallido de falacias esparcidas en mi cara. Mis perdidos ojos rotos no pueden contener su caudal salino. He optado por pensar que la tristeza nacio conmigo...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 07:33:00 GMT |
El adios |
A hated-bleach-haired Shakira
Sings in the background
"God still exists
I still believe.."
Patriotism is making me sick
My foreign room
With its deeply annoying flowery pattern
Closes upon me
While I...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 18:11:00 GMT |
25 |
Conquered by a feeling that goes beyond my own believes. Life's never seemed more unrealistic. Yet I've never felt happier. An airplane crashes in Utopia. The future father of my children takes one la...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 09:59:00 GMT |
goodbye |
Braking the very essence that has kept me sane
An animal scream surfaces the cold air
Dancing legs refuse to walk
Non stopping tears are the only alibi
A whole body breaks on the concrete
It is not b...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 21:11:00 GMT |
Open closure |
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Trembling
Shaky hand has to re discover the pen.
White horizon cries for some meaning
Ink's forgotten its m...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 10:38:00 GMT |
Drunkness |
I don't even know if I belong to this planet. I'm starting to believe I come from another galaxy. I am terribly confused, terribly lost, terribly terrified. Yesterday I felt like I loved you. Today I ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 10:35:00 GMT |
