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About Me

Music is my life. I love it. I listen to it, I play it, I try to compose some of it... well it's in my veins. I'm a natural bass guitar player. I have a fucking awesome goth band called Catelice. When I'm not in music stuff I'm studying in college, reading or hanging around with my friends. I'm attracted to Goth beauty and Goth ideas. I like poetry and I also write it.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I've always believed that everybody has something new to teach and something new to learn so I like to meet any kind of person. I have some preferences like goth people or metal lovers. Also, I want to meet my favorite bands and new ones.

You MUST see this beauty ^^

Home
Depeche Mode
Here is a song
from the wrong side of town
where I'm bound
to the ground
by the loneliest sound
that pounds from within
and is pinning me down

Here is a page
from the emptiest stage
a cage or the heaviest cross ever made
a gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you
for bringing me here
for showing me home
for singing these tears
finally I've found
that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest
sweet smelling sheets
that cling to the backs of my knees
and my feet
I'm drowning in time
to a desperate beat

And I thank you
for bringing me here
for showing me home
for singing these tears
finally I've found
that I belong

Feels like home
I should have known
from my first breath

God send the only true friend
I call mine
pretend that I'll make amends
the next time
befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you
for bringing me here
for showing me home
for singing these tears
finally I've found
that I belong here.

I would bring you back even from Hell...



Theatres des Vampires at Metal Female Voices Fest. Just look at Scarlet!! She's so beautiful!! She's a goddess!!! AAAAH O.O

"Angels never die.. they just go home"

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My Blog

Sueños Violetas

Sueños Violetas Ingeniosa insulsa madrugada Llena de insípida esperanza Cautiva por sí misma, letal, mirada liberada. Noche de tersos deseos Frías gamas doradas Cálidos besos y sueños violetas. Una c...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 20:41:00 GMT

Reconocimiento

Después de los ojos. ¿Te conozco? Helena abusiva y despiadada. Dame ojos para arrancármelos No quiero mañana verte másy estas manos, castígalas, Llénalas de sangre ahora No dejan de escribir versos...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 23:36:00 GMT

Confrontación

Llega el momento de enfrentarte. Te veo, me ves, tus ojos tan fijos como los míos, dos haces de furia haciendo uno solo, teniendo como principio y fin nuestras pupilas. Llegan esas imágenes de cómo me...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 21:04:00 GMT

Réquiem Num. 360

Bienvenidos sean todos a mis palabras, aprecien la decadencia más ridícula del destino circunferencial mientras el violoncelo acompaña estas líricas. Una criatura patética siendo presa de sí misma, de...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 12:07:00 GMT

Patético Cazador

Ser de falsa presencia, aclamas vacío cuando no hay un corazón que llenar. Recuerda, decidiste petrificar esos fatigantes latidos de esperanza, imploraste que aquellas venas transportaran inútiles rec...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:19:00 GMT

In-existencia

El mundo se convierte en su propia huella guiado por el recorrido incesante de una manecilla. Esperando su final en la desconocida ausencia, el tiempo escurre por los suelos de la existencia. La mater...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 01:07:00 GMT

SO, WE'LL GO NO MORE A ROVING... by Lord Byron

So, we'll go no more a roving So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 23:16:00 GMT

Teoría del dolor

Teoría del dolorLa respuesta clásica cuando se le pregunta a una persona qué es lo que quiere en su vida siempre es la misma: felicidad y bienestar. Todo humano quiere ser feliz. Ese estado de satisfa...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 23:02:00 GMT

OINKHEARTED ( by Maf and me)

Our love can never be, cause pigs, they don't feel, Don't mess with our zoophilic dreams, We are just two pink pigs waiting to be something more that the center of attention on the table this Christma...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 20:01:00 GMT

Words that wind and dust forgot

Dust If I could choose my beloved future, I would  chose an eternal you. Nothing can be compared with the touch and caress of umpredictalbe wind. We found love boundaries together. We broke the u...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 01:58:00 GMT