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Under the Dim Light of a Street Lamp Bajo la Opaca Luz de una Lampara de Calle .................................................. 1 12:00 A.M. Y me di cuenta que .................. 5 12:30 A.M. Cleaning Begins ...................... 7 1:00 A.M. The Lost Letter ........................ 9 2:00 A.M. Gray Cold Sky ....................... 13 3:00 A.M. Reflejo ................................. 4:00 A.M. Sunday Evening ..................... 5:00 A.M. Simulacra ............................. 6:00 A.M. A Esperar por Mi .................... 7:00 A.M. La Ultima Carta ..................... 8:00 A.M. Black Market Living ................ 9:00 A.M. UNTITLED I ........................ 10:00 A.M. Compression ....................... 11:00 A.M. Cigarettes, whisky and an Empty Room ...................................... 12:00 P.M. The Day Off ........................ 1:00 P.M. UNTITLED II ....................... El Ritual ............................................ 17 19 21 23 25 27 29 31 35 39 41 43
Under the Dim Light of a Street Lamp Bajo la Opaca Luz de una Lampara de Calle
POEMA 20 - Puedo escribir los versos.
…..Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y aveces ella tambien me quiso. oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella. Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocio. La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles. Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. De otro. Sera de otro. Como antes de mis besos. Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo. Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa. The weather man said. . I looked for. 20 poemas de amor y una cancion desperada. But in truth overwhelmingly emotional. misspelled. THE OBSERVANT (INTRO) There’s a probability for rain. How far I’ve come. Condescendingly. that could’ve had explain To me then.. On the back of documents. the Formula of Letting Go. The voice inside my head said. -PABLO NERUDA. I found amanzinly fond. Recipes. Similar ways. I don’t even know why I still kept.2 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. ingredients and magic spices. On small little pieces. At first glance seemly erratic. unfinished thoughts. I wondered for.. Not quite senseless but: Eloquently Pointless. Along the pages of books I didn’t even finish. I wished for. I remember grandma one evening. There’s a chance that I often forget. Talking about.
Finding my soul wasn’t a puzzle. Long Beach. I used to find impatience as a valid excuse to. 110609. . I understood that. Not convincingly enough rationalizations. Enough said. Farewell. To unravel it. I needed to build piece by piece. To discover it. About unattachment and choices. Get angry at the current circumtances then. Time will always be a splinter. About how is never said enough. and Now is always the right time to keep going. CA. I always will be the observant. But a step by step journey within.Under the Dim Light of a Street Lamp… 3 I found words like “unafraid”. somewhere. Somehow.
Y me di cuenta que Me has devuelto las noches llenas de pasion. tal es el motivo por el cual yo batallo contra todas estas caricias que se desesperan por tu cuerpo bajo la opaca luz de tus candelas. es que poco a poco voy callendo.M. 5 . Por primera vez le tengo miedo a perder. Me has dirigido por ese camino de los sentimeintos que no logro completamente enteder. Mirame! por favor olvidate del sudor de mi cuerpo Por lo menos en este momento… mirame. una corazonada me murmulla al oido. Y todo lo que se.2 12:00 A.
los demas. pero si tu calor. 2005 *The Pine Ave. Stories. pero pienso en tu belleza y me vuelvo a perder. Dejate ser libre y permitete hacerme caer en amor por vos. la soledad. sin darte cuenta me ayudas caricia a caricia a olvidar mis ensiguridades. que a medida que pase el tiempo nos llenaremos esos espacios vacios que nos deja el tiempo. June 10.. No se como decirte todo para yo respirar tranquilo. Yo estare aqui para que vos me dejes limpiar tus lagrimas.6 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. y por favor hazme saber si esto es lo que vos queres de mi decimelo tan siqueira esta vez sin que yo tenga que leer entre las lineas…si eres feliz.. haci como vos. . Ahora se. Te recuerdo que yo no necesito tu cuerpo.
Cleaning Begins I realize there’s a lot that has been lost. Bits of air disappear in every thought that contains your image. Like the shape of a cloud disappears during a blink. From within me.M. Be more rewarding than spending the night deciphering riddles on how to deal without it. My heart and mind is the city and the field upon a blown bridge. That could point to the reason. 7 . from the rational and calm side of my character.3 12:30 A. from the hours. I look for any clues you might have left in this room. The daily labyrinth towards your body would always by far.
like that one labyrinth I would deligthfully let myself get lost into.. All of this happening while I’m thinking to myself of how much of a cliché all of this is. like a circle. little notes tattooed with red lipstick. like a dog chasing his own tail. . An empty bottle of your body lotion.. I laugh.8 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. Everything just takes me back. But instead I found how your perfume still hangs onto some of my shirts.
for now I’m done trying to constantly transcribe your emotions into barely possible notions of meaning. The Lost Letter So.4 1:00 A. I’m done with this gut feeling that often makes me doubt what I really feel and although the randomness of your being has always been a delight to my curiosity. 9 . are we back to none? Back to this is enough? Back to that well known feeling of ours which regardless of all this time it seems like nothing is been there or nothing could probably be. This time I will not make unnecessary excuses for the stupid devices of your own creation.M.
very appealing. Either way.. but isn’t a bit of peace of mind and the fast-forward to the end of pointless arguments worth a try? Your colors have been. to me. I’m well aware that we’re constantly trying to catch up with our futures but know that whatever past and haughtiness we leave here behind sooner or later is gonna try to bring up the receipts upon our decisions. Your have been my dearest sunset: beautiful and calm suddenly cold and dark. I’m just as willingly not to give a damn as well. trying to rearrange them perhaps . the routine and this society. It’s there any chance we could find a place between gaining and loosing.10 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. I’m just not willing to let my heart pay for whatever mess our words couldn’t resolve.. a place where neither of us is scared to give up more? I know we both can agree that often times been direct and clear doesn’t always specify certain things nor doesn’t mean that we won’t have to give up something along the way. Could we be honest with ourselves and look a little deeper than this frustration and resentment. then gone. Don’t get me wrong. understand that we’re both the victims of our instincts. I’ll be here lost and tangled between my words just a little longer. Unlike you it seems I understand that I first will need to move on before I can begin to forget.
.1:00 A. Well. since I don’t believe in good byes.M. I’ll hang to a so long. ignoring the possibility that you might neither want or need to hear them. The Lost Letter 11 on a way you can comprehend.
Gray Cold Sky I raise my glass to the strange sides of life.5 2:00 A. I clean my cheek.M. it’s beginning to rain. So. how come it feels like I got here way too late? 13 . my heart needs a little help. calmly and discretely. and to all these long empty days of mine. like a predator upon the pray. Oddly enough I remind myself that fall it’s only a day gone. It is said that crying doesn’t belong to real man. to the layer of disguises beneath the skin. A gray cold sky makes its way through the shore. For a second there I thought I was…this rain is more clever than I thought. but to be pathetically honest right now. hiding the storm like a secret already known.
Maybe tomorrow you’ll be here. at least until tomorrow to welcome you. .14 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The.. but the truth is I know I’m not even close. at least that’s what the letter in my hand insinuates.. perhaps you’re already on your way. A giggle of some girls wrestling in the sand remains me about the memories I came here to forget but that in fact I happen to fail every time. it’s simply absurd. Here my imagination flees along the hunting bird. This place welcomes the three corners of the world warmly. simply because once upon a time rainy days were our favorite days. a reflection of my soul. I try to stop myself from going around it so much. It is here where I always face such a lack of self control. Maybe tomorrow this gray won’t seem too dark. like not to figure out that you didn’t leave anything that important like your childhood memories or your dirty towels hanging in my bathroom…or me. here these angry waves are my temple. Then again. déjàvus tend to lie to me casually without a regard of time. freedom seems a finger tip distance away. I have already been a fool long enough by trying to keep lying to my soul about the things I happen to feel inside and keep doing so besides denial. but what else can one do before an abyss when having wings. I hope the rain still remains though. I know your story way too well.
Does anything really matter. from everyone memories and mind…then suddenly from mine.M. but what you mean to me is enough like to wonder about what are you going to be able to find. My worries are not that many. but where will do all this rhetorical questioning take me? Tonight all I hope for is to be able to fade away. Gray Cold Sky 15 The one you left a while back doesn’t longer await. . I know that digging all the wasted time.2:00 A. but ironically enough still remembers. memories and regrets won’t be so hard. I know that finding tomorrow will be not a problem. like a whisper. why would I? But I’m sure all the reasons and answers fit in that purse of yours along your red lipstick and pride. but I happen to feel is the most relevant… do we find anything at all? What are you pretending to do with your come back? I wish that I somehow could have been able to find a way to tell you that I still needed some more time to get things right. We all know that questions are meant to give an answer. slowly and softly. really? Does it all really fade away? Does it all this really become that blurry that we pretend to ignore that we have no direction at all. I apologize for the following question. but how about bring it all back? Would I want to? Or more importantly.
pero es q’ dejaste en este lugar tu memoria como una de esas lluvias q’ cae por las tardes dejando tanto charco y frio. Reflejo Talvez no sea tanto el decir adios. Perdiendote en el engano de un reflejo cuando es tan simple ver hacia dentro y precenciar lo verdadero. Atardeceres en cajas de cristal… Lo ideosingratico de la vanindad q’ te lleva a la ignorancia.M. lo agudo de este deseo si lo sigo reteniendo me va a succionar y es que en la desesperacion un segundo perdido se 17 . poniendo al lado lo q’ es bello. lo q’ vale. Estoy atado a la reaccion en cadena de lo inesperado.6 3:00 A. y es tu naturaleza erotica la q’ me sigue teniendo al borde de tus precipitaciones.
tirando como en lujuria las ropas que cubren mis palabras y para cuando los primeros rayos de la manana alcanzen nuestros cuerpos nos daremos cuenta q’ nunca tuvo q’ ser necesario quitarse una prenda. Quisiera poder desnudarme ante tus ojos... siente como si es el ultimo q’ existe.18 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. Y sin saberlo ya voy dando vueltas entre las olas. .
Couple of Sundays ago I could have careless about what month and time of the day it was. the leafless becoming of trees or leafs traveling at supersonic speeds. Sunday Evening Sunday. under this blankets.M. you were here.7 4:00 A. A sudden image which now as I’m sitting here trying to rearrange my priorities hunts me. It’s interesting how easily your memory can override my process of thought. At this moment I got more important things to worry about besides the gray of the sky. hitting me in the chest like if a bomb just exploded under calm waters and if I want to avoid any damage I better 19 . always so nostalgic and Bohemian and there is nothing I can do about it. that’s the nature of this day over my being. I’m conveniently powerless against the basic instincts of my soul.
20 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. getting thicker as another day is gone and new found pains are shut. New picture frames of black holes form in the autumn and the finals summits of a cold winter now hanging by the window while my soul is screaming on mute on a Sunday afternoon... So much has built up inside this place. . roots of silence have grown accustom to this walls. snap out of it giving myself light speed excuses explaining why everything is better off this way.
21 . This exit door only takes me back to where I just was. And as strong as they come. Delight me. Simulacra Inspire me. but I have forgotten how to reach him. The fear is now only a visitor. with the keys to a lock I been ignoring it exist. Here I am. I try to stay calm. naked and vulnerable against my consciousness. I stay quiet.8 5:00 A. My being inhibits within these letters.M. Mystical sounds of memories play in the background. a passenger or hitchhiker. but do it softly. I lie when I say I can’t find or see. Remind me and then forget me. Indulge me. Stuck in simulacra. Indecision and rage. With the keys to a lock.
.. therefore against my will. Thanks for remind me how much I adore this place. I picture the clapping of red shiny shoes. 2008 6:10 PM *The Pine ave. Feelings which take me right out from under. it digs deeper certain feelings. I haven’t feel this humble and my heart is grateful and nude December 11. stories . For once in a long time I can claim.22 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. The melody gets more soothing. But not going back is happening.
Un cambio de vida al mismo tiempo que un cambio de temporada pueden complementarse tanto. Es tan fustrante andar en tanta carrera sin tener a donde ir. Pido por un poco 23 . el problema o la solucion.9 6:00 A. la verdad es que tu nunca fuieste ni seras. la pregunta o la respuesta. con fecha de expiracion. Pero porq’ se me hace tan dificil caminar un poco mas despacio? Pero que tan complicado puede ser calmar una conmocion de pensamientos? Que tan dificil puede ser razonar un poco mas anter de hablar? Porq’ putas es tan dificil entender el entendimiento? Y es que siendo honesto conmigo mismo.M. los dias mas vacios. simplementas eras un amanecer rentado. A Esperar por Mi Buscando ese espacio medio. las calles se ponen mas calientes. el de la balanza.
brota seco. Una dia sin sentido. todo lo en que mis manos nacia era todo lo que se desprendia de tu belleza y desnudez. despues de jugar a las escondidas con nuestros secretos. pero lo dificil no es aceptar que talvez le pasa lo mismo. Yo q’ sin resentimiento entiendo que por el momento me hace falta como una extra cucharada para mi cafe..24 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. . que tan facil es imaginarse las mil y una maneras en que la otra persona ni nos extraña. lo dificil es ponernos en sus zapatos.. caminare hacia esa banca donde comteplabamos la luna tantas noches obscuras y esperare…pero esta vez por el poco de mi que perdi. de las conversaciones despues del desvelo. Y ahora que me levante con un poco de fuerza. Todo lo que ahora brota. es una noche sin significado en la cual la cual la naturaleza envuelta libera mi mente por ratos. de sentido como quien pide por la sal en una mesa de treinta o como un loco q’ le reclama por sus penas al aire en plena calle.
10 7:00 A. y por mientras esto 25 . en estas paginas van las cenizas de mis lagrimas. aqui la presencia de mi alma es siempre desnuda. el chocolate con canela de mis noches de frio. con la que te llege amar en aquel bosque aculto de nuestros corazones. Mi nina porque estas son las paginas de nuesta vidas. Porque yo se que estas paginas hasta ahora nunca han mentido y por eso simpre te describen bellamente.M. Porque en estas paginas yo te encuentro secretamente entre mantos estelares. La Ultima Carta Te doy estas paginas para q’ en la soledad encontres mi compania. Entre estas paginas por mas que yo trate de mentir todo se disfraza con la verdad. estrellas fugases y eclipse lunares. el grito embotellado de cuanto te he necesitado.
duro te agradesco por hager viajado conmigo un trazo del infinito.. Porque yo no creo en los adioses.. .26 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. solo en hasta luegos demasiado prolongados.
so among us the living is the business of life. so at the end I get the exact change back? Or what would I need to give in order to get another chance? 27 . So I often question.M.11 8:00 A. -And I can only hope that in life not everything has a priceBut in life everything seems to be negotiable. business is only business. Black Market Living Life seems to be only life. how can I spend what I got left from this fantasy.
half empty shot glasses and hollow back and forth steps between the kitchen and my room. not feeling this tired. not without a better subjectivity towards reality. Any scars left are not longer a reminder of pain. UNTITLED I Between. The best I can hope for is that I somehow can turn the rage that this living has created in me into innocent butterflies. I really wonder. what comes over me? 29 . at least not here. apologies then have become overrated.12 9:00 A. not feeling this absent. There is something missing and I’m not going to find it tonight.M. but a vague reminder that once upon these moonlights the concept of love made way more sense.
.30 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The.. -transcribed on 11102009 Notes: not dated.. but I’m sure it has been at least a year and half or more.
Just to disturb me with the stupid ways of the complex human mind. lack of direction. Focus. After spending another weekend. lack of sense towards things I could care but I don’t. wrapped up in beta waves and although it’s over. Focus. Just to disturb me with the thought that this is probably the reason why our nature likes to complicate things.13 10:00 A. how the means define a purpose.M. a self born riddle with no answer. Focus… 31 . Compression If I could only remember the words shouting out of my head into the morning while driving. my mind remains tangled upon subjects like my lack of concentration. And every maze is nothing but a trap of my own making.
to see my attempts to survive another round in this coliseum of echoes. if the right ones were to be found could find redemption. I’ll begin to search for a way. towards me. if any. Self value can only be achieved by learning to live with one self.. Unblock reason. one is his own court.. Find a sympathetic feeling. knowing in every thought I have meant no harm. . it’s not longer that friend that used to help me find calm? The Caesar’s finger of solitude is pointing downwards tonight and the shadows of the night claim euphoric. and understand time.32 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. Tonight the vision of myself will be the one the matters most. Forgiveness might actually begin by realizing that: one is his own pointed finger. In there somewhere lies the reason of the intent. Freedom might actually begin by daring to weight the depth of our intentions and unmasked feelings. and one is his own prison and prisoner. An unknown purpose is trying to win a race over a potential meaningless life and my head feels like at 85 on 3dr. any way in which words. I’m here trying to make. acquire purpose. can be obtain by deceiving them. And tonight I will meditate upon my states of mind. but more importantly oneself is its own savior. it has been towards me and even then not intentionally. within me. one it’s his own judge. Why solitude. from me self. Because peoples respect.
Stories . 2008 9:56 AM *The Pine Ave.10:00 A. Compression 33 October 08.M.
M.14 11:00 A. Cigarettes. dear inquietude of mine… I light up a cigarette. Puff. where the fuck is my ashtray…? Puff. whisky and an Empty Room Somehow I begin to think about it… Truth being said I was expecting you.. Then my always-dusted trail and parade 35 . I couldn’t find it! so I used this one big sea shell she once gave me with marker writings and heart drawings that said how much she…. Puff Everything else will now spiral down from here.
Our clothes coming off can’t be taken guilty of a decision we chose to take. How can two puzzles with missing pieces complete each other? I don’t want to be pessimist but I honestly can’t see this pieces fit… I know that is a feeling and question we both can agree with… Puff. is there anything…. which I’m not sure if You end up believing they were… Oh well.. Puff. That could possible help you? Help me…? Help us heal…? You and I…? Puff..36 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. of questions begin Why? Why? How? The pendulum between sense and nonsense sets in motion.. I realize how beat up my soul is. . of those true things I said. Fuck! Fuck! Puff. I think about that one little recent chitchat we had that one past night in that one bed… I sarcastically smile…inside Puff.
Cigarettes. whisky and an Empty… 37 All those fears we can’t perceive while hiding behind. Puff. …And for all that I could really care. I know I’m not okay. It seems the more sense I’m trying to make out this. . besides all this nonsense you plus I equal to the unknown odds that all we are for now its nothing but the mere possibility of a probability Puff. the less reason I am find in it… Puff. again. Chances are I might be protecting myself from the words holding the meaning of the feelings I’m scared to feel. Chances are I will hardly dare to say the words I need to say. probabilities! nothing more but a walk through a dark tunnel wondering what’s beyond the little bright dot in its depths Puff. tonight it seems this is all I was able to find. Well. probably not. probably tomorrow I’ll be better. fake smiles and happy moments while we’re surrounded by others… Isn’t that such a convenient place to hide?? Isn’t?? Puff. Chances hanging like a broken frame in a forgotten wall.M.11:00 A.
now. certainly I wasn’t able to find any concrete answer.38 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. Puff. no so much different than yesterday. Another empty bottle. Well. Same Empty Room . a loose alcoholic waterfall. can only last so long. certainly I wasn’t able to find you. Fallen snow over a sea shell. Any comforting dream at least with you in it. Another empty pack. but. there’s some other times I am just too fucking tired like to put on that one familiar disguise… everyone thinks I am… Puff.. My eyes. I suppose that the echo of my thoughts. before becoming completely crazy. Fuck it! Tomorrow I might just pretend. For now it’s more the alcohol running through my veins than life itself. -Neither was I looking for oneand most defenily I wasn’t able to find any resting sleep.. Which one will prevail? puff. Another empty night.
keys and cell phone I wished for a cup of coffee in the same exaggerated way TV has portrayed addicts asking for a quick fix. again.15 12:00 P. I rushed back into my pants. while hooked in the reflected image of myself on the bathroom mirror and somehow the thought of the painkillers in the kitchen cabinet helped me move perhaps the same way a string moppet comes alive. you know. the one we try to fool ourselves into when it’s completely hopeless to walk in a straight line. I tried to gain some control. but whatever 39 . As I reached for my wallet. I looked for the cleanest shirt I could find. Not again! Abstracted in some irrationality. fuck I needed to release that morning wiss so bad. damn I’m Late. The Day Off The alarm clock was blinking double digits again! I checked my watch.M.
and another: then I wonder about atomic bombs and another: until sunlight it’s kind enough to slap me back in track. I checked my cell for any miss calls or messages. amount of whiskey was left in that center table seemed like a good idea at least until I found out that my cigarette pack was empty. All I found was a call from an unknown number and surprisingly enough… to my liking of course.40 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. that it was a Saturday. Sun glasses and an I don’t care swagger. Turning the knob and opening that door felt just like opening one of those mystery doors I have dreamt about which only takes me to another door: then I’m standing right below a sunset... Fuck me! .
UNTITLED II Today. Here I am in this room with enough air for both. my doors and windows are open just in case I need to escape and my skin somehow embraces the unforgiving cold of this end of year…. lately. it all seems so pointless. even when I know I’ll be last asleep. probably the reason why. it feels like if my will has sneaked out on me.M. regardless I’m asphyxiating head deep in emptiness and withdrawal. sometime while I was asleep and my bed played the partner at crime very well.16 1:00 P. hiding between my blankets like if today was a bad dream. tonight my light will be the first off. As a human being I’m naturally fascinated by any sort of illusion and as such I’ll always give it more credit than 41 . I try to rationalize my lack of energy and rapidly increase of animosity. You and I were always the last light on.
. like a body in complete inertia. The streets are all way too familiar now and the routine around here has been squeezed for as long as it could I’ll probably be better off accepting that time is an entity with a monopolistic agenda and that sometimes chapters just don’t need that expected ending. Moving on it’s not that difficult but to throw whatever illusion of happiness this place deceived me to believe is a really tricky task and you my dear had the perfect disappearing act. My soul remains quiet. they worth.. like a fired bullet in trajectory..42 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The.
El aire tibio de aquellos q’ un dia amamos. las memorias distantes. ya que todos somos parte de la conciencia universal. el respiro es profundo. el laberinto cotidiano. Saber que no es concidencia cuando algo parece ser ya tan familiar. y aun bajo una piel y un corazon lipido y olvidado. 43 . para ayudar al alma atrapada. La junta secreta de la sombra humuna. Mi piel eriza al toque del recuerdo. para buscar la calma.17 El Ritual La mayor conspiracion de guerra es la nuestros demonios propios. para no olvidar q’ hay un mundo exterior. las voces ajenas. y que ahora solo queda el espasmo de tus dedos alrededor de mis brazos y espalda de tu ultimo abrazo.
La piscucha enrredada entre cables. Las lagrimas mas bien pudieron ser imaginarias. La luces de la ciudad distantes.. la humildad ajena. Una anecdota para el miedo. Q’ alejen el temor. la noche es fria y el vino hoy sera servido en el cadiz que un tiempo atras dio de beber sangre. las q’ hoy me han traido a las ciencias ocultas del entendimiento. es ahora distante. sin precisamente saber si e encontrado la luz o solo otro tunnel. Un organismo ya adormecido. Una herida en el ego. y aunq’ mis extensiones tiemblan. Las luces de las candelas forman un pentagrama.. estoy listo a recivir. La receta brutal. aunq’ sea solemente en el mundo mental. Y son las cuestiones de mi alma. Nada mas que el amor. . Un llamado de tregua al inconciente. el remedio amargo. abriendo los brazos y mostrando mi piel palida.44 Leaving Behind A Dead Weight Heart (The. la parte mas humana de mis entranas. Un llamdo de emergencia al cosmos. vientos perdidos y figuras que brotan de la obscuridad. pero talvez exacta. y que el error mas grave es tartar de peliar con fantasmas. para encontrar la ruta que nos traera de regreso a lo mortal. el scenario de montañas envueltas en neblina… Lo absurdo de no poder respirar aun estando atrapado en un mundo de oxigeno. Porq’ redencion talvez existe. Y es que todos tenemos que habrir las puertas de la muerte. una flecha disparada entre humos. y ahora buscaras las escusas mas apropiadas.
es la mas tangible. 2008 4:09 PM *The Pine Ave. y es q’ yo soy el herido. en la que conquistarse uno mismo no es controlarse pero enterderse. pues talvez y puedo encontrar el olvido. es la mañana siguente. Y es q’ la ira mas amarga.El Ritual 45 Y si en mi corazon ya es dificil encontrar de aquel tipo de amor. Stories . es la propia. La ley de la naturaleza en algun curso alterado. es la que hace q’ al final caigamos en nuestras mismas trampas. November 17. la q’ te quita el sueño. es mi alma la q’ te busca entre nudos.