viernes, 20 de agosto de 2010


Brusseles as the most beautiful labyrinth,

ended up listening some heartbreaking music,

for the first time with my eyes closed.

We came with the rain.

I noticed one last kiss always remains in the hardest goodbyes.

No matter how much time passes,

these drunken lullabies were punishing me: "I can't sleep".

The last night, listening to a dead band

made me and her share our best memories,

as the mud was burning outside.

Memories so alive that they became a storm in the early morning.

Some day my body won't stand so much memories,

and so much love for them.

Maybe that's the reason why my sleep is full of empty,

empty dreams...

(Nightmares, that came with the rain.)

domingo, 18 de julio de 2010

Fragmento, alias Fotograma.

...Ahí está lo que nos hace diferentes. Igual no de muchos, pero sí de algunos.
Y ser diferente nunca supo tan jodidamente bien.