Ya no estas mas a mi lado corazon
En el alma solo tengo soledad
Y si ya no puedo verte
Porque Dios me hizo quererte
Para hacerme sufrir mas
Siempre fuiste la razon de mi existir
Adorarte para mi fue religion
Y en tus besos yo encontraba
El calor que me brindaba
El amor y la pasion
Es la historia de un amor como no hay otro igual
Que me hizo comprender todo el bien, todo el mal
Que le dio luz a mi vida
Apagandola despues
Ay que vida tan obscurasin tu amor no vivire...
Sunday, 18 May 2008
My so cold life
my pen is dry
my ink is solid
words are escaping me
blocked sensations
tormented by the lack of a sweet taste
an underabundance of simple inspiration that can be converted to letters in my hand.
The presence of some other light tastes mask sweetness
pigments, fluorescence, phosphorescence, luminescence,
gentle anesthesia moving swiftly before my eyes
my eyes, my eyes, my eyes shut.
Beyond ordinary forgetfulness,im unable to recall my memories
damaged by time and covered by its dust
encountered in opposite latitudes at one and the same instant of time
Nesh in body and mind.
And honestly im exhausted.
But on the surface, pretending to shudder with warmth
trying my best to give a better appearance ,through artificial means
Acting ! Acting ! Acting ! all the time.
manipulating fraudulently my feelings and gestures
to be avoiding questions and keeping away from those who claim to care
or just because i dont have answers
never did, to anything.
Painful truth or normal fact ?
lost in every me in me
mislayed my body somewhere
discarding senses of flesh
eliminating any and every chain with the world
disjointing the knots of my soul
and going under
falling in an endless large deep hole and keep falling.
completely devoid of content.
The climax of the heat of water felt coldon my body...
Finding its way far down into my bared skin..
till the bottom of my profound enigmatical existence
so I layed low and wept.
My tears are crystallized
my eyes are are tow pearls of lusters
and i am cold
and i know you're not here.
not here.
my ink is solid
words are escaping me
blocked sensations
tormented by the lack of a sweet taste
an underabundance of simple inspiration that can be converted to letters in my hand.
The presence of some other light tastes mask sweetness
pigments, fluorescence, phosphorescence, luminescence,
gentle anesthesia moving swiftly before my eyes
my eyes, my eyes, my eyes shut.
Beyond ordinary forgetfulness,im unable to recall my memories
damaged by time and covered by its dust
encountered in opposite latitudes at one and the same instant of time
Nesh in body and mind.
And honestly im exhausted.
But on the surface, pretending to shudder with warmth
trying my best to give a better appearance ,through artificial means
Acting ! Acting ! Acting ! all the time.
manipulating fraudulently my feelings and gestures
to be avoiding questions and keeping away from those who claim to care
or just because i dont have answers
never did, to anything.
Painful truth or normal fact ?
lost in every me in me
mislayed my body somewhere
discarding senses of flesh
eliminating any and every chain with the world
disjointing the knots of my soul
and going under
falling in an endless large deep hole and keep falling.
completely devoid of content.
The climax of the heat of water felt coldon my body...
Finding its way far down into my bared skin..
till the bottom of my profound enigmatical existence
so I layed low and wept.
My tears are crystallized
my eyes are are tow pearls of lusters
and i am cold
and i know you're not here.
not here.
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
Beauty
i listenned and kept in.
i don't like the taste. It's not 4 the taste we drink them (Blueberry Nights)
....
cause i don't like to get to a point where i loose my power and dignity
....
-how do tears leave ur eyes
-salted tears or sweet ones ?
-gently, softly but very painfully, very gently, calmly, peacefully.
.......
as a matter of fact i always struggle betweem mind and emotions. sometimes the one dominates, sometimes the other.
...
u tell me. Is not the cure in the disease?
...
films are a part of our life and culture and they are a complex constructions that need to be understood through ideas, concepts, philosophies.
...
i want from the beautiful, nice, loving, intelligent, sensual witch to hug me and make me feel that i am on top of the world and that nothing else matters..
......
i've been feeling kind of empty lately..
...
i guess i am looking for an intoxication of a different kind
..
u know. the other kind. tell me how come u haven't checked on me in the past three or four days?
..
sure do. like the attention. i am a libra and we do like to be liked.
..
or, and that's only to make u laugh, u need sex very badly
...
i like to play. are u going to deprive me from that momentary pleasure. otherwise it will turn into desire that will never be fulfilled
..
pray for the little people like us. Universal things are hard to achieve..
..
not looking. i hate to look. i like the natural encounter.
..
not really i don't like office hours. it's imprisoning. i like to be a free bird..
..
so do u know a way to break through the deadlock. for i am looking for one.
..
so u r cranky.didn't have ur beauty sleep.
..
so do u know a way to break through the deadlock. for i am looking for one.
....
cause i don't like to get to a point where i loose my power and dignity
....
-how do tears leave ur eyes
-salted tears or sweet ones ?
-gently, softly but very painfully, very gently, calmly, peacefully.
.......
as a matter of fact i always struggle betweem mind and emotions. sometimes the one dominates, sometimes the other.
...
u tell me. Is not the cure in the disease?
...
films are a part of our life and culture and they are a complex constructions that need to be understood through ideas, concepts, philosophies.
...
i want from the beautiful, nice, loving, intelligent, sensual witch to hug me and make me feel that i am on top of the world and that nothing else matters..
......
i've been feeling kind of empty lately..
...
i guess i am looking for an intoxication of a different kind
..
u know. the other kind. tell me how come u haven't checked on me in the past three or four days?
..
sure do. like the attention. i am a libra and we do like to be liked.
..
or, and that's only to make u laugh, u need sex very badly
...
i like to play. are u going to deprive me from that momentary pleasure. otherwise it will turn into desire that will never be fulfilled
..
pray for the little people like us. Universal things are hard to achieve..
..
not looking. i hate to look. i like the natural encounter.
..
not really i don't like office hours. it's imprisoning. i like to be a free bird..
..
so do u know a way to break through the deadlock. for i am looking for one.
..
so u r cranky.didn't have ur beauty sleep.
..
so do u know a way to break through the deadlock. for i am looking for one.
for a later parade
well i want you in my bed making love all night with music spread on my body , u bein gentle . i want you to feel every single breath i take while u touch me lightly with intensive moves and fire feeling....
mmmm..thats what i said .. by mistake ..
or not.
my mind doesnt let me rest
since then
im a dreamer, but im not the only one
maybe im living in the fantasy of you,fantasy of love
after all, love and fantasy are two persepective
for the same image.
i couldnt do more, i dont know doing less.
if illusions and realities lies in the same path
so why cant i fall for this lie,I never imagined that a lie can make me so much
mmm... how do they call it ..
ohh yes,, happy
thats the word.. happiness...or guilty
guilty
i cant look at what i feel..i feel guilty ..i feel rejected
weird. rejection suppose to be the mother of forget
or maybe hate..
but its duplicating my love...
wanting more
hoping for more..
fake more
a fake mood
a fake love
but life is fake,love too
what am i missing then?
"beautiful image"
............................................
mmmm..thats what i said .. by mistake ..
or not.
my mind doesnt let me rest
since then
im a dreamer, but im not the only one
maybe im living in the fantasy of you,fantasy of love
after all, love and fantasy are two persepective
for the same image.
i couldnt do more, i dont know doing less.
if illusions and realities lies in the same path
so why cant i fall for this lie,I never imagined that a lie can make me so much
mmm... how do they call it ..
ohh yes,, happy
thats the word.. happiness...or guilty
guilty
i cant look at what i feel..i feel guilty ..i feel rejected
weird. rejection suppose to be the mother of forget
or maybe hate..
but its duplicating my love...
wanting more
hoping for more..
fake more
a fake mood
a fake love
but life is fake,love too
what am i missing then?
"beautiful image"
............................................
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