lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2009


-Yes, life's a bitch, but I'm a bigger stronger one.

sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009

Diego Ancla

Chapter One:
Diego Ancla before and becoming "Ancla".
-Perfection does exist. Is about knowing how to use imperfections.

all your friends are gone

-What if Monsterland is my Monsters ball?

jueves, 24 de septiembre de 2009

running, hiding, forgetting
Nightmares NEVER lie.
-Monstersland must end tonight.

domingo, 20 de septiembre de 2009

cold world / forgotten

Running after, running after, running after the ones who never felt my way. Some thing harder than not finding your niche or where you belong, is to be forgotten for all the places you've been through. My steps, "love, faliures, and lives" will be forgotten by their concrete. There won't be any breath of souls that crossed my life after me, that's what its seems. I've always been forgotten.

How i wish that my heart could only remember those who sometime understood it, those who somewhere, sometime remembered me. But their memories are broken, and so far away. That made my orchid die. "Such a tragedy!", and i'm not coming back to life. Forget about love, forget about them... Love forgot about me before i needed to forget it.My thoughts and words will be lost into the air.My way of life was made to be forgotten. The blood of my veins, with so sad words, was tracen to be forgotten.

The last drawing it will make on the basement, will be cleaned.

-"life's a bitch, and then you die."
Youth by Cold World

sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2009

love must be forgotten.

So let's forget everything we lost, everything we don't have. Lost must be forgotten.
Let's play absolutely happiness with our new shoes, last downloaded cd, or the partying tonight. Love must be forgotten. Let's tie us to every moment-satisfaction, one after one, perfect never ending straight line of pleasure over every mess, mistake, over our loneliness every night. Because love must be forgotten.
Everyone wants the same, we all miss the same between our deep sheets tonight. Something that can be broken, something we can't control for once. Our little painfull secret every night, seems like a shame. So let's hide it inside, let's feing it never mattered, "we can live without it, we can live without it, we can live without..." until we don't hear ourselves screams.It must be forgotten, for never need to ask "why?" again.

Let's enjoy our never-trying lives. Because love MUST be forgotten.

miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2009

"the easy way"

"The youth is sick

and no one cares

So we're just gonna

find the cure ourselves."
Swamp Thing -The Easy Way

lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2009


...Y confundí tu respiración con el sonido de un coche solitario trasnochando al lado de mi ventana.

miles away...

How many miles...? Miles away.
Miles away, under the same sun.

domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009

how many miles...

"Pave Paradise"

chances, and postscripting

Unknowing the last time i wrote with passion and without being frightened, i would like to write out for once my chances and not my fears.To be afraid is as bad as being frightened of be frightened, so maybe this is the time to tell myself that human beings act just like human beings, not like clocks, so there IS a turning back.. We have the chance of not repeating our mistakes, and even the chance of hope with hoping nothing.
We have the chance of giving a chance to others.
We have the chance to love and not waiting to be loved

refugio del 2 de febrero.

De todo lo que hay a la vista, en esa calle en medio de todo

Entre monotonía de ladrillo rojo; hierba amarillenta, seca y aplastada

El único sitio que todavía conserva algo parecido a un sueño,
rodeado de árboles cuyas sombras hacen miles de posibles dibujos en el suelo...

Era el camino por el que él volvía a casa.

square one: through glass

Kids are left, left in cold streets
with no battery mp3's

There was a lie
there is no end of the line

Let's open them again.
So we'll be able to START again.