lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2009
sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009
jueves, 24 de septiembre de 2009
domingo, 20 de septiembre de 2009
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.
sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2009
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
lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2009
domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009
We have the chance of giving a chance to others.
We have the chance to love and not waiting to be loved
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.