sometimes I write...

This is how I let my spirit, my heart and my brain bleed... bleed in words..



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and I have no desire for anything anymore
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was that a goodbye hug?
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quién soy y quién me puso aquí en un principio?
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quién te dejó entrar en mi sueños sin mi permiso?
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Debo marcharme antes de hacerte lo mismo que una vez a mi me hicieron,
lo siento, pero no puedo quererte..
en esas cosas no se manda, solo se sienten
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soy extremista, siempre he sido..
ó me gusta algo demasiado, ó no me gusta en absoluto..
no hay en medios, el resto me es indiferente,
lo siento si tú eres uno de esos.
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siento que siempre estoy en constante evolución,
soy nómada en oficios,
soy inestable en mis emociones,
soy díficil de mantener interesada en una sola cosa,
pues al cabo de un tiempo me aburro y ya me distraigo con otra;
qué dice eso de mi?
que soy incapaz de comprometerme a algo?
que carezco de identidad?
que soy muchas y a la vez ninguna?

me gusta pensar que soy como la luna,
eternamente cambiando de fases,
invariable, mudable y en ocasiones rebelde, negándose a salir
y dejando que la noche permanezca oscura;
me gusta pensar que soy esa lunática.
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I dream in order to see
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there are doors inside my mind I've never opened
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siento que la vida es sólo la muerte aplazada...
ya quiero pasar a la siguiente etapa, a la que durará por toda la eternidad,
ya no quiero pasar más tiempo en esta sala de espera...
cuando de esperar se trata, debo aceptar que me hace falta paciencia.
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I curse the day I first loved
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a veces siento que nada de esto es real,
lo físico, lo material, lo tangible.. todo se acaba;
es lo sensible lo que prevalece...
entonces pues, qué hacemos aquí viviendo una mentira?
es la vida terrenal sólo una ilusión adornada de objetos para nuestro deleite visual?
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en mi mundo todo es asimétrico / there is nothing symmetric in my world
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my mouth can lie.. my eyes can't
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my eyes speak louder than my mouth
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esta noche, la luna llena mi vacío
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la luna pinta la noche de sueños / the moon paints the night with dreams
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que incompleta me veo sin ti. / I look so incomplete without you.
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veo tu ausencia en todas partes./ I see your absence everywhere.
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YOU killed the god inside me when you left.
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why are you glued to my thoughts?
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I was born angry
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"silence"... that's my favorite sound.
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I'll never get tired of "witch-ing"
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Just when I thought I was getting better you stop by and say "hi"
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When will I stop waking up every morning?
I like my dreams way more than reality,
maybe that's why I keep waking up..
because "you can't always get what you want".. or so I've heard.
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I'm just a suit
with no mind,
no soul,
no light,
I'm OFF
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I feel uncomfortable in my own skin,
this isn't mine.
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It's not that I'm lazy, 
I just like to dream, a lot, and often,
for that is the only time and place where I get what I want...
whatever that is..
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Sometimes I feel I'm wearing someone else's suit.
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I'm only really happy when I'm away from the world of the living
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si te pregunta por mi,
dile que devuelva la luz a mis ojos,
el aire a mis pulmones,
la armonía a mi mente,
y los latidos a mi corazón...
preguntale qué se siente tener la vida de alguien más en sus manos?
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-fumadora compulsiva-
cada vez que enciendo un cigarro pienso en ti,
el humo lleva tu aroma,
o tal vez tu llevas el de él;
lo respiro, lo absorbo, me impregno de su olor, 
sólo así te siento cerca,
sólo así estás aquí,
cada día fumo más y más,
cada día pienso en ti.
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i will hold on tight,
i will rise,
i will be someone...
and when that moment comes,
you will come back...
and I'll still be there, waiting..
if you need time, time you will get from me.
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Yo pinto porque a veces las palabras no son suficientes para expresar lo que siento.
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Sueños traidores que te dejan entrar sin permiso./ my dreams, they betray me... for they let you in without my permission.
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Eres lo mejor y lo peor que me ha pasado en la vida,
y ninguna de las dos te importa un bledo.
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mi ser absorbe tu escencia incluso cuando no estás cerca,
la toma de sueños, objetos, música y recuerdos.
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Sometimes I feel I'm going to lose all control of my brain,
like I'm finally falling inside that hole...
a deep, black, suctioning hole that will swallow me easily in one piece...
and in there, I shall lay alone...
alone with my thoughts,
they scare me,
they haunt me,
they tell me things I don't want to hear,
and show me images I can't bare to see...
and it's all inside me,
I'm my own worst enemy.

It is I the only one that knows my true fears,
my darkest wishes,
my loneliest dreams...
and I use them as weapons against me.

I feel like I'm slowly destroying myself,
with my own hands... I attack myself..
I can already smell the blood...
it's coming... it's coming and it will soon drown me.
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Hundiste mi barco espiritual
dejaste caer mis esperanzas al mar
ya naufragué, ya caí, ya me ahogué,
ya perdí la cabeza, perdí la razón por un hombre sin razón,
al creer en el mapa de su amor.
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de qué me sirve este par de pies si ya no caminaré a tu lado?
de qué me sirve este par de ojos si ya no te voy a ver?
de qué me sirve este par de manos si ya no te van a tocar?
de qué me sirve este par de labios si ya no te van a besar?
... lo ves?... todo viene en pares....
mi corazón sin el tuyo no sobrevivirá.
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Nunca había estado tan sola hasta que te conocí
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Necesito más tragos para sentirme mejor,
o más bien para sentir menos.
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sometimes I feel something I don't want to feel: HOPE.
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te bebiste mi sangre,
extraíste mi vida,
apagaste mi luz,
me dejaste vacía.
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it doesn't get any better
it doesn't go away either
the sensation is burning my skull
all those memories, all those dreams,
they are fire in my head
the flesh is starting to melt
my hands start to sweat
and my heart beats even faster every second that passes by,
my heart wants to run away with you again.

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you breathed me in and out of your heart..

like the air that enters and leaves your lungs when you smoke your cigarettes,

I've become a cloud of smoke,

and I slowly drift away..

I stay behind as you keep walking ahead..

I'm drifting away like a cloud of smoke in the air..

and you couldn't care less.

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I keep burying myself in those dreams,
those memories,
those moments...
I'm stuck in the same place I was the day you left...
and you.. you're way ahead...
you moved forward,
you let everything go...
how do you do that?
can't you at least share the secret?
are you thus selfish?

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te marchaste,
así que tuve que reemplazarte...
te sustituí por lágrimas, pesadillas, cansancio, enfermedades, vértigo, nervios, ansiedad, disturbios, sueños despiertos, fantasías, sarcasmo, ironías, depresión, mal humor, irritaciones, salpullidos, cuestionamientos, ilusiones, nostalgia, desprecio, tristeza, coraje, egoísmo, envidia, codicia, celos, odio, angustias, taquicardia, miedos, malos pensamientos, infinitas copas de vino, muchos kilos de más y desánimos ante la vida.
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Llenaste mi cabeza con palabras delirantes de sueños, aventuras e historias que aún habríamos de escribir,
llenaste mis oídos con tu música,
llenaste mi boca con tus besos,
llenaste mi corazón con letras, sentimientos, pasiones, caricias, risas, lágrimas y todas esas emociones, sensaciones, percepciones de lo que llaman "amor".
Me llenaste de un amor que jamás había olido...
ese tónico que eleva, exalta, engrandece y en cuanto menos te das cuenta.. se agota.
Fue un amor de fantasía... te juro que ese sabor no lo conocía.
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After 4 months of living in shadows,
after 4 months of playing your memories inside my head...
I finally got to see your face again...
I barely touched your flesh.. you didn't notice, but I felt lightning striking my hands..
I sensed your smell... oh that smell I missed..
I saw your eyes.. that deep look you've got, the one that hunts me in the dark..
all that and many more things were once mine...
once... once isn't enough...
I would have liked to say infinite times.
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los domingos no tienen sentido cuando no los disfrutas en casa,
descansando en los brazos de tu ser amado.
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Al conocerte comencé a conocerme a mí misma.
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I haven't seen you in a very, very, very long time...
at least not out of my mind I have...
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I miss you..
Although I'm starting to forget your face..
the feeling remains the same...
it is still as intense as it was the first day.
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when in doubt.. seduce.
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I guess I notice looks..
but I dig the soul...
I'll show you mine if you show me yours..
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how do I explain this easily?....
I just can't survive without you.
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wednesdays...
I hate wednesdays...
you broke up with me on a wednesday..
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I sense them whispering..
I hear them talking...
but I can't listen...
I must not listen...
they speak silly words of you not being worth it..
they say I shouldn't waste thoughts, tears and feelings towards you...
what do they know?
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LUNA..
Fiel compañera, radiante y pura..
tú que todo lo ves por las noches..
tú que puedes espiar y pasearte por sueños..
ve con él cuando duerma... susurra en su oído mi nombre,
dile que venga a buscarme en cuanto se levante..
hazlo por mi,
hazme ese favor mi lunática amiga.
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...and crying is the funnest thing I do nowadays...
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where's the fucking arrow cupid sent you?
did you take it off while I was sleeping?
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there's no reason for me to keep waiting for you to change your mind and come back...
but ironically.. that's the only thing that still keeps me alive and motivated...
a very slow death, a very painful hope... whatever that is.. I have it.
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I still have that letter where you once wrote:
"I think of you and I smile"
..I wonder what does it feel like to write lies..
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el corazón...
órgano débil,
mortal,
irrelevante su misión si no se le alimenta.
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"outstanding liar"
that should have been your name
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It's been 17 days without you..
and I've already spent 2,080,439 tears...
I'm broke now... broke and in debt..
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they say dreams are memories of another life...
I dream of you all the time..
maybe you were never real..
maybe you only lived in my mind..
maybe in another life...
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my lips miss your lips..
they've dried out...
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I'll send a plague of tears upon the world until you come back to me.
Only you can stop me.
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my heart in a box..
that's how I wrapped it up for you..
that's where you keep it, don't you?
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I'm falling,
I'm falling,
I'm falling so hard... so fast..
You threw me away, got rid of me the hard and fast way..
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what day is it?

where am I?

when did I get here?

how do I speak?

..I can't remember a thing..

..I'm.... I'm lost..

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didn't leave my bed at all,

I ditched work,
I refused food,
I cried my heart out,
I dried out..
I'm lost now.
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Están rotas, cuarteadas, secas y erosionan,
cada movimiento causa dolorosos roces,
las grietas se abren, la superficie se rompe,
el rojo se asoma, se eleva, se manifiesta,
es la sangre que lloran mis manos cada invierno..
ni el más fuerte de los humectantes pudiese curarlas,
mis manos sufren con la helada,
como sufre ahora mi alma,
daga de hielo que acabas de clavarme,
ha perforado mi corazón y lentamente esparce su veneno, lo congela, lo debilita,
un débil músculo cuando no es alimentado,
se ha quedado hambriento desde que huiste,
tú eras el proveedor predilecto.
Teníamos un acuerdo, dando y dando y todos satisfechos,
lo rompiste y ni si quiera te bstó con eso,
te llevaste todo y ahora intentas asfixiarme para que no hable y te delate,
"eliminar toda evidencia" eso pensaste,
no hace falta explicarme,
lo leí en tus ojos, ventana de tu alma.
El rojo se asoma, se eleva, se manifiesta,
es la sangre que llora en mis manos que cada invierno si no se resguardan,
es la sangre que escurre de mis ojos después de haberse agotado el agua en tantas lágrimas,
es la sangre que resbala de mi cuello, mis cabellos, mis orejas,
es la sangre que cubre mis destrozados pies por tanto correr tratando de alcanzarte,
es la sangre que emerge a chorros de mi herido corazón, músculo débil cuando no se alimenta...
tú eras mi proveedor predilecto, mi receta perfecta, mi ingrediente secreto.

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La palma de mi mano encuentra la palma de la tuya,
los dedos se entrelazan,
nuestros cuerpos se juntan como imanes incapaces de soltarse,
una pierna sobre otra, sobre otra, sobre otra... se enredan, se pisan, se patean, se rosan..
todo es rápido y aún así podemos saborear cada segundo,
como si el tiempo no existiese,
como si contempláramos la escena a una distancia,
los movimientos son intensos, desenfrenados, exhorbitantes...
todo es tan rápido y a la vez tan lento,
cómo se llama esto?
en un de repente llega la calma,
el cielo se relaja,
las nubes como almohadas nos rescatan,
estás tu, estoy yo..
mirándonos a los ojos..
todo acaba....
te levantas...
.....
.....
.....
.....
...así fue todo contigo, fugaz, excitante y al final delirante...
quiero más,
quiero más he dicho...
sigo aquí...
sigo esperandote en el lado izquierdo de la cama a que regreses.

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Me rehuso, no lo acepto, permanezco en negación,
una vida sin ti significa abandonarlo todo,
para eliminarte de mi mente debiera eliminar todo lo que a ti me recuerde.. tarea imposible,
hasta ahorita ningun hombre ha podido borrar las estrellas del firmamento, sofocar el sonido de una nota musical o desafiar al amanecer prohibiéndole surgir...


el café, el atún, el cigarro y el mar,
la luna, el sol, bob marley y la tv,
los números, la bici, batman y robin..
todo lleva tu aroma, tu nombre y el dolor causado por ti.


Me rehuso, no lo acepto, permanezco en negación,
no viviré en una realidad donde no estés junto a mi,
me mudo, me largo, llévenme a Neptuno o a Plutón..
tal vez Andromeda me dé asilo, tal vez la parca me ofrezca un trato especial...
me rehuso a permanecer aquí si no estás junto a mi.


Ya me ahorqué,
sangré,
desnutrí,
enfermé..
nada lo sentí,
el único dolor radica dentro de mi, 
mas allá de esta piel, insignificante traje terrestre que sólo encierra nuestras mentes,
el verdadero dolor está muy dentro de mi, 
está en mi alma, mi corazón, mi escencia... se ha roto, se ha dañado, se está desangrando..
me rehuso a curarme con algo que no seas tu, 
no lo acepto, lo rechazo, me rehuso a vivir en una realidad sin ti.

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let's repress our prudent side, unleash our darkest thoughts; let's close the common sense and free our minds like we don't care... they will judge and point their fingers at us... let's never be like them
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Since the moment you arrived,
you brought both joy and sadness into my life,
what does it feel to be the barer of such emotions?
I should have known you already knew of possessing such powers,
I should have known you'd bring the end of my life.
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I invest hours and hours of deep reflection in your actions,
and this all leads me to the point of anxiety,
anger, desperation, insanity...
but I don't regret any of that time spent in you;
I cherish it.

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I wonder if you spend those words on me like a rich man spends money on things,
without a care,
without a limit,
without noticing the value in them...
are you like that?
are you purchasing my feelings with those words you speak?

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you forgot my birthday,
you thought it was too days earlier,
you ruined it.

this shows me how irrelevant I am in your heart,
in your thoughts, in your memory book.

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I could tolerate anything but being a slave of the ordinary
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The deeper I go, you go too

The deeper I go, you go too,
when ever I fall, you fall too,
if one day I smile, you smile too,
and if the time comes when I hold your hand, you hold it and never let go.

That's what happened to us, you held me too tight,
we became one,
we don' know how to be appart anymore,
sadly for you, I master this game,
my wishes you must grant,
and my sorrows you shall bare.

The deeper I go, you go too,
your life is mine now,
you refuse to let go,
I'll keep going down,
I'm always on this track of self-destruction,
taking all that I can with me,
and this time it is you..

The deeper I go, you go too,
I'm sorry my love,
you did not listen,
you chose this path by yourself,
you wanted to be with me,
this is the price to pay..
you're coming down with me,
you'll die like this too.

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Me robaron

Qué es esto?
qué ha pasado?
pensé que guardaba mis recuerdos en un lugar seguro,
ahora todo se ha ido, me han robado..
me han quitado lo más valioso..

tanto tiempo los mantuve ocultos..
en una esquina se fueron llenando de polvo,
coloqué cosas encima, los hice a un lado,
me olvidé de poseerlos..

me han robado lo más valioso,
no creo poder recuperarlos..
hay algo que pueda decir que te haga devolverlos?
cuánto me cobrarías por pedirte que me ayudes a vivirlos de nuevo... a sustituirlos?
necesito de ti para lograrlo..
por qué te los has llevado?
es que pensabas que ya no los quiero?

los sentía seguros,
los descuidé por mucho tiempo,
me olvidé de tenerlos,
me olvidé de tus recuerdos..
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To kill the lights is not enough

I used to see the light,
I used to own some light,
now I only see the dark,
I lost the track of time,
I lost the taste in food,
I lost my color sight,
now I only see the dark.

I don't know when this happened,
I don't know who cast this spell,
must have been the waves, washing my life away..
But the thing is I'm still not dead,
I can still feel my breathing,
I can still move my legs,
my eyes make out some silhouettes,
my ears hear sounds far away..
but my mind is misplaced,
my heart seems to be empty, cold and gray...

where is my light?
who took it away?
when did the wind blew it off?
I never noticed, it caught me off guard..
what a mess I am now,
what a mess I have made,
if only this had taken my life as well.

a life without light is a terrible thing to bare,
I will be doomed to wonder around lost forever,
I don't even have the strenght to end it myself,
who did this?
where can I find him?
please come again, fulfill your unfinished task..
for I won't stand living in the darkness around me..
have mercy, finish this.. you've taken my light,
take my life as well.
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El encierro


Me he tratado de alejar de mil maneras
te he roto el corazón en tantas ocasiones, que he llegado a pensar que tienes el de un gato,
9 vidas poseías, creo que ya cobré la última de ellas,
creo que ahora sí de ti ya no sabré nada..


por qué es tu amor tan terco?
por qué te aferras a esta fría princesa?
acaso te llamé?
acaso te he merecido?
lo único que me has brindado es amor y yo lo he tirado al piso..
ahora me dejas una culpa tan grande a la puerta de mi casa...
has bloqueado mi entrada.. me has dejado sin salida.. me has dejado encerrada..


por fin encontraste la manera de mantenerte alejado de mí,
me has encerrado en mi propio castillo,
es esto lo que quieres para el ser al que tanto amor le predicabas?
es esto lo que me he ganado?
ahora veo cómo te alejas,
ahora siento cómo desprendes tu mente de mi recuerdo..
has logrado dejarme en el olvido,
ahora soy yo la que te tiene presente,
día tras día pensaré en ti, el causante de mi encierro..
has logrado vengarte, ahora yo soy la que piensa en ti constantemente,
tal vez lo he merecido,
tal vez esta sea mi condena,
una vida de arrepentimiento eterno...
una vida que cubra las 9 que me he cobrado.


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Black sheep of the flock


What's wrong with me?
why am I not like the other kids?
they go out, they laugh, they play ball while I'm here drawing my brains out..
mamma tells me to stop and go out to join them,
one day she threw my pencils away...
that's the day I stopped following her orders,
I'd rather eat dirt than fall into a flock of "ordinary men".


I hate, I drink, I smoke and never sleep,
while they fall in love, bake cakes or dance..
I draw, I read, I kiss and don't eat meat..
I love to go the wrong way,
I love to do my own thing,
I'm one of those black sheep of the flock that stands apart...


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Loser


He wakes up every morning at 6.05 a.m.
he goes to jog, comes back to shower and by 8.00 he's on his way..
always takes the same road,
he passes her house before arriving to work,
he waits impatiently for 10.00 a.m. and then he does it again..


ring, ring!
the phone always rings..
she hates that sound, she hates that hour of the day..
she hates all hours of the day.. that's how much her phone rings..


she never answers,
she never calls back,
she never reads his e-mails,
she didn't accept his facebook request,
she's never home when he visits,
she's a bitch and doesn't care..
she hates his guts..


he's such a loser and doesn't care,
he keeps callingm
he keeps stopping by,
he keeps buying her things,
he keeps trying to be a part of her life..
he always forgives her,
he doesn't think she's being mean..
he is so naive.. or maybe just stupid


when will it end?
guys like him never quit..
guys like him never get the girl,
one day he'll wake up being 50 years old and still wanting her..
he'll still be rejected, he'll still be alone..
she'll probably marry his best friend..
that's just how it is..
love is not for the weak.


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That face


That's it.. that's it right there..
my mother's face when she sees me walk by..
I know it by memory.. that face is carved in my mind,
like a mental picture that will live forever trapped in some room inside my brain..


she must have asked for a princess,
she must have begged for a socialite..
she must still wish for a doctor to marry her little girl,
to bad she learned too soon that her dear child would turn out to be the opposite...


I say "black", she says "dark"
I say "rock", she says "loud"
I say "fuck off", she says nothing actually... she just makes that face that hunts me every night..
it's a ghost in my head..


mamma, you must learn I am different
I don't follow the flock,
I do hat I want... I paint, I draw, I hate meat, I hate bras..
I hate weddings, I hate to dance.. I hate dinner parties and absolutely hate the idea that I'll grow up to marry some rich kid that calls himself a doctor or lawyer and looks like a dead worm with a briefcase, greedy, serious and fun-less...
I'm not like you..
I'm not meant to be a mother,
I'm not meant to be a house wife..
that's the life you chose for you..
don't expect me to choose the same..
respect me.. as I respect yours..
acknowledge it as I acknowledge yours..
I am not you..
I must follow my heart... not yours.


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y la mayor parte del tiempo me encuentro inventando conversaciones contigo que jamás pasaron y jamás sucederán.... vivo en un limbo de memorias fabricadas.
ya no sé ni cómo distinguir lo real de lo irreal.
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The many faces of me


The ink starts to do it's thing..
I try to write about me.. I realize there's nothing there..
I am alone..
I am lost..
what am I now?


should I write about the pretty princess that got all the guys from the kingdom?
should I write about the bad ass chick that doesn't give a damn about a thing?
should I write about the anorexic low self-esteem freak?
should I write about the fashion designer that just wants the fame and success?
should I write about the ice queen that never let love in?
should I write about the loner that kills her urge for sex with alcohol and cigarettes?
should I write about the bitch, the art freak, the girl that never dances at weddings, the one that always wears black, the one that doesn't believe in love, the one that loves movies, music, books and fashion and despises cake...


so many faces of me..
so many different shades..
what's real and what's not?
I don't know anymore..
I got lost..
I don't know who I am..
no one can tell me..
it's too late now..
I'm choosing to be one of them..
I'll choose the killer.. the one that takes her own life today after finishing this text...
good bye.. it wasn't nice to meet you at all..


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Broken records rarely amuse


Again and again and again..
the broken recor has played out song again
whether you leave or I leave this time,
it's all the same..
nothing changes..
I've lost you again..
my one and only best friend..


I don't think you know how much I miss you
I hope you never do
it will be your doom..
you know this could terminate you..
I don't love you like you'd like me to..
you are my best friend
and I am your only love..
why can't we feel for each other the same way?


Friendship or love?
what's it gonna be?
I wish there was a switch we could just turn on..
choose as easily as that and be done.. be happy
as friends, lovers... bears, apples or planes... it won't matter..
we'd be together again..
the only broken record this time would be us laughing and laughing,
dancing and dancing; singing and singing over and over again...
a marvelous broken record,
one worth playing eternally without changing a thing.


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Lost little girl


I used to have all these dreams
since I was a kid I wanted to be so many things..
an archeologist, a model, an actress, a singer;
an architect, a designer, a photographer, a writer..
so many things I wanted to try
I had a whole life in  front of me..
who would have thought that this little girl  would run out of gas..
she grew up, she changed..
she lost hope, she lost her dreams, she lost herself,
it's too late now..
it's been years since she left,
she's already dead...
what a waste...
who would have thought that this little girl would run out of gas one day.

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agosto.4.2010

dónde estoy?
cómo llegué aquí?
volteo a buscar mis pasos pero ninguna huella logro identificar..
busco en mi mente una señal..
la oscuridad cubre mi memoria,
alguien robó mi luz
alguien me abandonó aquí..
el porqué no logro entender..
he gritado por meses en vano..
no hay respuesta, nadie escucha
el eco de mi voz se repide en mi cabeza..


no hay nadie aquí,
acaso he muerto?
es este mi castigo?
aún siento mis latidos, aún corre sangre por mis venas..
mi cuerpo vive pero no siento la vida en mí..
qué significa esto?
en qué mundo me encuentro?


dónde estoy?
cómo llegué aquí?
no veo mi huellas..
nadie me escucha..
estoy sola.. ya ni la esperanza me acompaña..
todos se han marchado..
qué es esto?
en qué mundo me encuentro?

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Julio.2009

Me envolviste en tu mundo de irnonías
me hiciste sentir diferente a las demás
creí que sólo tú me entendías
me entregué ciegamene a ti

Pensé que lo que decías era sólo para mí
no imaginé que fuera sólo otra para ti
me ofreciste una vida llena de aventuras
y por eso me arriesgué por ti

Nunca pensé que fuera un juego
juré que vivíams algo único
me encerré en nuestro propio mundo
nunca imaginé que tú no estuvieras conmigo en él

Me abandonaste en la tierra de ilusiones
los paisajes que pintaste no significan nada para ti
me encuentro sola en este cuadro
que ahora se derrumba ya que tú no estás en él

Quién me salvara?
sólo tú conoces el camino
te marchaste sin darme instrucciones de cómo salir de aquí,
te olvidaste de mi,
pronto dejaré de existir.

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I find myself lying in bed every single day
the clock is there but I only see random numbers change
my window is closed, I don't know if the sun's still out
the same songs have been playing on the radio since you left,
the same way your words have been playing in my head.

friends keep knocking on my door
I disconnected the phone
my eyes are lost
my senses are gone
and my heart is splattered all over the floor.

you took everything from me
I thought you were true
for the first time, I dove into love
I picked the onle one who would never fall for me

maybe it's better this way
I don't feel pain
I don't understand words
I can't speak my mind clear
I've become numb
I'll just stay lying here forever

I don't expect you to call
I don't expect you to come here,
I only expect you to die the same way I'll die in this room tonight.

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I know you
I know you very well,
that's why I fell in love with you;
but you don't know me at all..
you never did..
I never let you in,
I was scared you'd leave me once you knew who I really was,
but you left me anyway..
it's all my fault..
and now I'm doomed to wonder what if...
what if I had given you the chance of getting to know the real me..
would you have stayed...
it's all my fault..