domingo, 9 de octubre de 2011

I miss you.



¿Que lo bueno siempre acaba? Puede, pero la suerte es que las cosas buenas de verdad, aunque terminen, en un momento dado, pueden volver a empezar.

Y sí, ahora me toca a mi decir que te echo de menos, tía.
Y punto. :)

miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011

Empty thoughts.

Lucha de gigantes convierte el aire en gas natural.
Un duelo salvaje advierte lo cerca que ando de entrar en un mundo descomunal.
Siento mi fragilidad...

Vaya pesadilla, corriendo con una bestia detrás.
Dime que es mentira todo, un sueño tonto y no más.

Me da miedo la inmensidad donde nadie oye mi voz.

jueves, 3 de febrero de 2011

One word and it's over.



Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart.
Robbed me of this love.
Raise your weapon and it's over.

How does it feel now to watch it burn?

miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2011

Slow motion.


"Más podemos conocer de una persona por lo que ella dice de los demás que por lo que los demás dicen de ella."



lunes, 31 de enero de 2011

Circle.



For it seemed to me, and I think to him, that it was from that sexual tension between us, admitted now and understood but not assuaged, that the great and sudden assurance of friendship between us rose: a friendship so much needed by us both in our exile, and already so well proved in the days and nights of our better journey, that it might as well be called, now as later, love. But it was from the difference between us, not from the affinities and likenesses, but from the difference, that that love came: and it was itself the bridge, the only bridge, across what divided us. For us to meet sexually would be for us to meet once more as aliens. We had touched, in the only way we could touch. We left it at that. I do not know if we were right.