miércoles, 30 de noviembre de 2011

When I was young

When I was young, my grandma use to tell me and I wouldnt believe her, to me she always have been old.
When I was young the country was truly green, not that green covered of lies and half trues, no the green you know now, non a green you will ever know. Oh my child, when I was young the thing were so diferent. So right, so wrong. Just like they are suposed to be. My child, my child, when I was young, really young I didn't have to take care of nobody, even of myself and in that beautiful age of freedom and careless playing the country, the grass my dear, the grass was truly green, and the birds truly sang. Oh my child, if only you knew... When I was young.

lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011

Keep on living

- And what happens after a broked heart?
- You cry a bit, you get drunk a bit,you get screwed up a bit and then you get on your feets, clean up the dust, adjust your hat and keep on living.

viernes, 25 de noviembre de 2011


Maybe I have never felt it. Love, I mean. Maybe I would never can. But if its all a lie, I demand a compensation, and I demand it with you.

jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011

Silent meet flesh

Then was a time when silent meet flesh. They touch each other, they try to understand each other, they try to work each other out. But silence was to shy and flesh was to fast. And then flesh left, tired and bored and looking for something new. And silence was left alone, all by himself, he didn't even have the silence to acompanish him because he was the silence. And in the middle of his quite loneliness he promissed himself that he will make the death of the flesh, that flesh will know him, that in the end, flesh will be back with him and he will be the only thing that flesh could have in the eternity