Decilo.

.
Me deshilo porque no tengo nudo.
Me deshilo, deshilacho.
Me desnudo.
La locura me aborda, me desborda.
Yo desbordo, desovillando
la cordura redonda en caos.
Como una pequeña criatura.
De tela.
Tapiz degarrado por una gorda rata.

It's funny how, after all this years,
little things still remind me of you so much.
How I keep on reacting to the simplest sounds,
wating for your voice or anticipating your hand.
Nothing but a click in the dark. Then I knew you were awake
and peace was gone 'till night and bed.
As good as it should feel- and it trully does-
to be no longer shadowed be your presence,
fear and pain still hold onto my essence.
Quiet promise of loneliness and disspair
while I ask myself about this void that makes it flesh,
how long will it take to dissipate into the air?
I try to believe I no longer care.
And though I've found a place to be
I know here too there's nothing meant for me.

No one's child at the heart,

just another sheep in the dark.

I like to feel the passing of time,
am I the only one?

I can speak but I don't want anybody to listen.
I can think but I don't want myself to listen.
I'd wish world was wordless.
Maybe then the most important things would become more meaningful.
More visible. More.. substancial?

Marionetas o Mariposas.

Come and watch
This heartless show…
Entrance is free… to this world.
Watch the marionette dance, dance, dance…
But only for a while.
Soon it dies… See?
That’s what we all are.
Marionettes or butterflies.

I said BIOLOGISM.

Mine.

You know you are.

El bochinche del boliche no me piace.

Los de corazón pobre
creen que todo es descartable.