sábado, 30 de julio de 2011

Cuando todo vuelva a ser desconcierto y tengas ganas de desaparecer, respirá profundo, tapate la nariz y aguantá todo lo que puedas sin soltar ni el aire ni tampoco las ganas, eso es primordial. Mirá a tu alrededor y cuando te empiecen a caer las lágrimas por la presión, dejá que resbalen por tu cara sin pasarte la mano que tenés libre, te producirán cosquillas pero no te rasques, no hagas nada con ellas. Sentate si te empezás a marear, cerrá los ojos y tratá de pensar en algo. No vas a poder, pero intentalo. Acostate en la cama, el piso, no importa. No abras los ojos, de todas formas no vas a ver nada. Cuando dejes de sentir la urgencia de respirar, destapate la nariz. El aire que antes respiraste profundo no va a salir, ya no va a estar. Tampoco vas a poder abrir los ojos ni secarte las lágrimas. Vas a estar muerto.
Si fuese un vampiro te acariciaría suavemente con mis colmillos para darte placer y luego te los hundiría en la piel tensa para generarte el dolor más inimaginable. Esperaría a que pares de gritar y con todo tu enojo, dejaría que me cojas tan fuerte que no te darías cuenta que me estoy bebiendo toda la sangre que tu humano cuerpo contiene. Una vez que hayas muerto, te miraría con desprecio y no lamentaría ni un segundo de lo acontecido.

jueves, 28 de julio de 2011

And after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees
All the other stuff tired itself out first, not me

And what a thing, to know what could be instead
Oh, what a blessed curse; to see


martes, 26 de julio de 2011

But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you


viernes, 22 de julio de 2011

Run in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don't love me now, you will never love me again


miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011

Yo sólo quiero que sea sano, crezca ni muy rápido ni muy despacio. Tenga muchos amigos, que la frase que dice: "amigos se cuentan con los dedos de la mano", le sea totalmente ajena.

Me gustaría que sonría mucho pero si no lo hace, que por lo menos sienta ganas.

Le pido que trate de no mentir pero que sepa que hay cosas que mejor no decirlas; que la rebeldía no se trata de una coerción de los modales sino de tener en claro un par de cosas y defenderlas a pesar de.

Que sepa sufrir sin martirizarse, lea mucho mucho mucho y escuche a Dylan, que me crea cuando le diga que escucharlo hace bien al alma.

Me pido para mi mucha paciencia y sabiduría, no para el camino en sí, sino para los momentos en los que los errores se me hagan evidentes.

Espero poder amarlo siempre o mejor dicho que siempre sienta que lo amo, transmitirle que hay cosas que pasan y cuando pasan lo mejor es no volver a buscarlas y que todo, absolutamente todo, vuelve.
Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied
Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide

I could be dreaming but I keep believing you’re the one I’m livin’ for
And I will always be emotionally yours.


miércoles, 13 de julio de 2011

I know your heart, I know your mind,
You don't even know you're being unkind

Just use me up and then you walk away,
Boy you can't play me that way.

Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.

I could never spend my life with a man like you


domingo, 10 de julio de 2011

Te odio. Estoy un poco borracha así que no sé, por ahí es el momento pero creo que te odio una bocha.

sábado, 9 de julio de 2011

Toco Mad World en el teclado pero me falta la parte del violín

y no sé tocar el violín

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had


jueves, 7 de julio de 2011

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or


strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place

unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say

— Charles Bukoswki

miércoles, 6 de julio de 2011

domingo, 3 de julio de 2011

this cunted circus never ends
i won't remember anything you say

i lost my social skills a while ago but now i feel them coming back
my eyes were rolling when we met and now they are preparing for attack
i want to fall in love tonight and form the perfect unbreakable bond

you know i'm always moanin'
but you jumpstart my seratonin
but how d'you know you've ever really loved?

but when i feel like this, i know it doesn't matter
when i eat when i'm not hungy i'm sure i feel my face get fatter
then i thin out every weekend and i think that she might want me

i let those feelings haunt me, they control me, but tonight i'm letting go
you're more then just a photo album, you're more than what some people let you know
and if we ever make it home, i'll tell you all the things that shaped me thus;

here, have you tried the blue ones?
i hear he's got some new ones
sleep is not an option tonight


sábado, 2 de julio de 2011

Do you ever think of me?
Do you remember all our stupid dreams?

I miss your face sometimes you know
You took my picture a thousand times

I knew your number off by heart
It's the only one I like to talk

I wonder if we'll talk again
Or drink together just like then

I really hope you're happy both of you
And maybe sometimes you miss me too