lunes, 30 de noviembre de 2009

- People trying to stay gold.

domingo, 8 de noviembre de 2009


martes, 3 de noviembre de 2009

"I miss you"

Some of us live as long as we can in yesterdays, too afraid to let our memories being forgotten.
Others are the kind too busy forgetting about their best days, never calling them "the best ones". Too afraid of the pain of the remembering.
This last are the ones that will never find the irony in our "i must forget".

Someones spent their life trying to find themselves, others try to avoid knowing their inside every day.
As this first are always asking without wanting an answer, the second ones never want to give one.
When someone does not answer a message is because he is waiting for another person one.
The one who talk most never wants to be listened, except by himself.

We all sleep in our lazyness, too busy being afraid to be free.
Someones spent their life searching for freedom, building their own jail. The others too worried protecting the little windows of their one, forget to guard the main entrance where the monsters come in.

They all will live in one obsession, called sky, or called land.
Too afraid of what the outside can teach you, too afraid to be alone inside.
Crying our loneliness because we were too scared to share our bed.Too afraid of death, because they never enjoy life.

Im crying and crying my mistakes, they are the crying too much.

Afraid and afraid, of forgeting. Afraid of being forgotten.
We will forget about love, but this city won't forget about us.
Our memories will be forgotten, our steps will not.

They have already made history,
miles, miles away, under our same sun.

-I've been forgotten because of my crying, worst pain.