GIRL

girl
one of these days
all this wanting is gonna come to an end
and you, and I, and we
lucky is gonna be the word describing us
girl one of these days
Christmas, anniversaries, valentine's or whatever
they will come our way
and there'll be no need for presents
for our smiles will make them useless
for our hearts will make them pointless
for our hands together will not need them
for our eyes will long only the other's sight
girl one of these days
I'm gonna find you
or maybe you'll find me
however we'll blow eachother's mind away
and we will not only be perfect
but there would be no other place that we'd rather be
girl one of these days
we are going to find our way to grow old together
and like in the old days
we will slowdance,
under the moon
with Sinatra playing in our heads

TUENTI

ILEVEN

design studio is on its way
by the end of it I'm gonna get published
I'm gonna keep on teaching
I'm gonna learn a new thing every single day
I'm gonna love hard
I'm gonna forgive easy
I'm gonna go to europe
I'm gonna improve my social skills
If you are the lucky girl, I'm gonna kiss slow
I'm gonna find great new/old-new-to-me music at least once a week
I'm gonna be a better friend/brother/son/(and if I get lucky) boyfriend
(just to clear the previous state I AM GOING TO GET LUCKY)
I'm gonna be a better blogger
more people are going to know me without me knowing
an art expo or more than one is on its way
better grades at the university (the same shit you promise every single year(this time I mean it))

and that's it, if i get done at least one of these I'm gonna be happy on my tuenti ileven

see you then  :D

when...

when my lips say sin
I'm thinking about you
wrapped up like xmas gift
when my lips say sin

when my heart says please
I cover with pillows bot of my ears
'cause he doesn't know what he's saying
when my heart says please

when my urge goes screaming your name
when it finds me vulnerable and scared
I'm all alone and you're too far away to listen
how it screams. How it claims. How I fear!

Diamond Shaped Tears

if you really knew me
you wouldn't need to ask
"how are you doing?"
you would just know
by the look in my eye
by the way I say hello or hi
and therefor you would hug me
or share with me one simple smile
that's why If you really knew me
there would be no need
to speak up bad feelings
you would just share with me
diamond shaped tears
because if you really knew me
you wouldn't call me friend
you would call me brother
however who the hell really knows me
If i'm not sure if I know my self

And somehow I wish it was you...

And somehow I wish it was you

Coming from the unknown
Leaving me breathless
Singing a song
Making me fall in love
With your voice

And somehow I wish it was you
Coming out from the dark
Turning the dusk into sunrise
Making the birds fly
Imposing your self
Like the waves of the ocean

And somehow I wish it was you
Nobody else but your self
Wearing a white dress
With roses on your hair
Holding my heart in your hands
The one that was lost
Since too long to remember

And somehow I wish it was you
And somehow I wish it was you
Trying to keep me from falling
Holding my hand for hours and hours
Making my hopes go higher and higher
And somehow I wish it was you

And somehow I wish it was you




.

I have...

Honey, I’ve seen the night sky turning into morning
Honey, I’ve seen the stars shinning over our shoulders
Honey, I’ve seen our shadows trying to touch each other
But I Haven’t seen you

Honey, I’ve felt the warmth of the summer
Honey, I’ve felt the cold breeze of October
Honey, I’ve felt my heart beating like never before
But I haven’t felt you

Honey, I’ve heard the waves crashing from the light house
Honey, I’ve heard mosquitoes all over my ears
Honey, I’ve heard every song of Frank Sinatra
But I haven’t heard from you

Honey I’ve tried to picture every inch of your body
Turns out that I can’t
Without a real image of your whole
Imagining is all I got



.

Revenge.

The old forest was wearing a beautifully made tux full of stars. In his insides there he was, a desperate wolf craving for food; a lonely wolf, but wolf after all. His sharp sense of smell caught the rusty aroma of a grandmother laying in bed longing for the next day, all because that day would be the one when her little grand daughter would appear with a bascket full of biscuits and delicious fruits; she was certainly not longing for her grand daughter. So the wolf made his move, and as we all are, he was perfectly aware of the little tale about a ridding hood that visited her grand mother and so he decided to not only swallow the old lady but also to chop her into little pieces and save some for the winter, he also thought about not getting into that lady's outfit, because he was a man, he was a wolf, he didn't need cover.


Dark was the athmosphere at grandma's home, however you could still appreciate the shadow of that cruel animal, the same one that with cold claws made out of grandma a really difficult puzzle to solve. He ate some of the pieces and waited, he waited calmed, he waited and found the sun waking up presenting the little mess he made the night before to himself; but still he waited, he waited until the door opened in one sweet and gentle move along with an inocent voice of hope and curiosity that shouted "Granny... how are you? followed by a mutted scream.

Who are you? You are not my grandmother... a mouth dripping fear said.
-And yet here we are- thought the wolf.

She was allowed tu run for a few seconds before the hunger of the wolf made him run after that delicious prey.

eye ker

However Saturn will always have rings
Mars will always be red
The stars will always shine
unless... unless they die
are you dying sweetheart?
well, who cares?
If the sea has whales
If the park is green
If the christmas tree
it ain't a tree
who cares about you dying
when they have tea
in their cups
tea parties
in a NY loft
who cares about it
when they don't have souls
when they think it can be bought
in stores
when they say
excuse me Sr....
where do you keep
souls in bags?
I'm not that kind
neither I'm kind
however of you dying
I care
because in spite
Saturn will always have rings
and that Mars will always be red
and that the stars will always shine
unless they die
If you're dying sweetheart
I care
even if my tea gets cold
for being in my cup so long
I care
of you
I do

Mrs. November

Dear Mrs. November, I find myself writing this letter to you all because I need to thank you for what you did for me. Work was good, it still is actually. I am leading myself to believe that you helped me through a lot, for example: college stuff; it was always fun finding you trying to mend things without my concern. Don't get me wrong, I loved you for sticking your nose in situations where you were not called. Mrs. November you were good.

In the days that we spent together you helped me find love where I thought I could not, you helped me find friends where I thought I could only find boredom, you helped me find what I love to call now myself. However, the most valuable lesson that I could have learned during this period of our lives is you can always do better I don't know If I got this through and inductive or deductive learning, and I am sure the way it was taught doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm applying it for now on.

I believe that a personal approach can teach you more than any kind of textbook or recording or video or roleplay; and you gave that to me Mrs November. All because of you I had for more than 30 days almost 30 teachers around, such a blessing in my life. From each I learned, how proud you must feel. I learned about always being hungry, craving for laughter, I learned about listening, not only in a PDP way but also listening because you care; I also learned about commitment, commitment for what you believe in, commitment for what you are feeling, commitment for what is always right. I learned about fighting, fighting your desire to go to bed even with mma moves if you felt like you were not succeding. I learned and you can see that. After all you are Mrs. November; a blessing in my life.

I cannot thank you enough, I might never end.

But Mrs. November... you know me Oh so well.

culpable.

Por tu culpa uno toma duchas largas
Y cierra la puerta con doble pasador
Por tu culpa uno amanece bien despierto
Y se duerme como amaneció
Por tu culpa con culpa la paso alegre
Por tu culpa la culpa me da igual
Por tu culpa te pienso cuando escribo
Por tu culpa te imagino
                                 me gusta imaginar.

manos acusticas

¿problemas?

Junto a vos y tu a infancia se acostó hoy la verdad
Dijo que tenías asuntos pendientes
Y te sonrió con frialdad inexplicable
Vos solo pudiste fingir calma
Se te vinieron encima recuerdos que ni recordabas
Rechinabas los dientes, te sudaban las palmas
Cerraste lo ojos, decidiste abrir tu alma
De pronto ningún problema necesito tu atención

like bean in a pot with rice.

La soledad se cuela entre las fibras de mi playera

Y las rasga, y las desenreda, y las tira al mar

La soledad me lame el cuello, me muerde y me agrada

Ella toma la orilla de mi jeans y desabrocha mis ganas

Ella susurra a mi oído que es una desesperada

Pero que por mi espera porque gusta de mi compañía

La soledad es tan diferente bajo este tipo de luz

Que casi gana un espacio proyectando mis sombras

Ella es compañía aun cuando estoy acompañado

La soledad es tibia, y de abrazos confortantes

Es única en cada momento del día

Y ahorita se lleva mis suspiros.

Hide.

               One step, two steps...
He sings, with a voice that leaves me no choice but to fear.
               …three steps, four steps… I’m closer, I’m closer.
He giggles, but he’s no fun.
               One step, two steps…
You can hear how he gets closer, closer by the moment.
               …three steps, four steps. I’m closer, I´m closer.
He`s looking for me, he`ll kill me whether I stay or I leave.
Sudden silence is no good; it means he found me for sure.

               I think I found you….

In the memory of a dream, one who never found his way home.

era.

Éramos vos, yo,

El y ella dirían quienes nos vieron

Éramos dos,

Nos sentíamos como 3 o cuatro

Éramos suficientes

Pero siempre se sintió un vacio

Éramos alegres

Nos confiábamos poco

Éramos lo que queríamos ser

Y siempre fuimos poco

Éramos dos

Pero nos sentíamos como 1 muchas veces

Éramos diferentes

Pero nos sentíamos como uno solo

Sólo.

Le haces bien,,,

Ese vacío con el que estamos rellenos

Ese rinconcito que se esconde de la luz

Ese pedacito con miedo a sentirse satisfecho

Te observa y se enamora

¿Por qué?

Porque le haces bien

Como maple a los hotcakes

Tanto bien

Cómo a una película su banda sonora

Le haces tanto bien

Como R a la G y a la B

Le haces bien

Cómo mouse a una pantalla que no se toca

Le haces bien

Como “Eiffel” a “la torre”

Bien

Como las estrellas a la noche

Le haces bien

Como Ronald a Mc.Donald’s

Tanto bien

Como la mochila a dora la exploradora

Beloved one.

Querida;

Para una mujer como vos reír es de rutina, vivir es como una rancia medicina que no te deja dormir. Para vos vivir es fingir estar viva tratando de olvidar mientras ocupas tu mente en mierdas que ni valor tienen. Para vos vivir es estar metida en una cajita, así chiquitita, una cajita que no se puede destapar, es sentirte conforme con la mediocridad que te rodea, para vos vivir realmente está de más.

Querida;

Hoy realmente extraño tus manías porque ellas me servían de distracción, me hacían reír a tus espaldas, era una gran satisfacción. Pero, ¡qué más da! Hoy mi vida no es la triste monotonía que se vivía cuando solíamos decir “nosotros dos” hoy puedo decir que he expandido mis horizontes, que el camino será largo y entretenido, que tengo gente que vale la pena aquí conmigo, que en esta vida yo camino, no porque es lo único que me queda, pero por convicción.

Querida;

Hoy, el día en que por fin entierro las sobras de tu cuerpo, me siento a reír a carcajadas mientras juego una última partida de ajedrez.

Gris.

I haven’t done all I can, mother

But I’m tired as hell

There’s solitude in truth, mother

I’ve experienced it myself

You can’t run away from trouble

Trouble will find you anyway

So you sit and pray and pray and pray and pray

Until somebody hears you

It hearts, it burns, it aches

Like you have lost your self

You think

Good days are over

I’ve been dipped in doom

How have I survived anyway?

So you sit and pray, you pray and pray and pray

Until somebody misses you.

You say

Good days are truly over

Storm settles over my head

There seems to be no beam of lighting

However I’m wrong must of days.

sleep much?

He runs scared

From your heart’s claws of hunger

He’s never been more awake

Or willing to go back to the beginning

Are you chewing up all his indecisions?

Those that kept him human

You took down

The only band-aid that kept him from bleeding

How can you sleep at night?

Wait a minute. You don’t.

My Kind of Love

It’s sad to say I’ve watched so many love flicks I have no definition of love of my own

That what I can get from a kiss is awfully underrated

That a hug might say a lot more than I know

It is hard for me to say that I don’t know what I’m doing

What I think is right today, tomorrow might be wrong

My kind of love comes out from a Hollywood factory

Any other kind is way too real for me to bear.

pray.

I need your arms around me... please come find me.

The only exception (as I see it)

I will let nobody beat me out

I’ll let go of what’s chaining me in here

I know the time has come for me to wake up

To wake up from some sort of bad dream

Nothing has ever worth the risk

But I am the only exception

And I won’t let myself forget

That better days truly exist

I’m the living proof this is not only a dream

I am the only exception

And I’m on my way to believing

The road I'm on.

He is a man

Standing at the side of the road

He’s wasted look kept him from getting carpooled

No matter how he tried.

He’s looking like a vintage photograph

Old red barn behind him

Suitcases besides him

Along with his broken spirit

He sat down staring at the floor

From nowhere two old looking shoes appeared in front of him

He looked up but the sun got between his eyes and a tall man

He knew he had to stand up

And along they both walked

Saying nothing at all

They both walked

And the walk was pleasant

The company was divine.

even numbers

2

Serias incapaz de caminar con los ojos vendados

En tu misma habitación

Te negarías rotundamente a decirle si a un extraño

Aun si lo conocieras desde hace ya varios años

Y si tuvieras alas no volarías

Por no quererlas despeinar.

4

The hug of a worm and cozy blanket

The kiss of a perfectly done cup of coffee

The sound of rain pouring

And I

And that would be what you need for a perfect evening.

flower

un frame improvisado alli de un arreglo floral que me llamo la atención....

yojne

The other way

Are you crazy enough to call December “June”?
To convince me that this rose won’t ever bloom?
Are you crazy enough to point at my disgrace?
To say I’m wrong when you’re going the other way?

Space is big as the solitude that you bear
You’re black and white and the “in between” grey
Your meatless bones snap when you take a step
So you seat around waiting , for cleverness waiting

Honey this is for you

To remember me as I won’t remember you

Take a deep breath in honey

Take the pills you’ll need honey

And wave goodbye.

18:48

You mean not much to me

And your insides are so cold

There’s fire beneath your feet

Burning up your soul

Even though your tears

They are coming down like rivers

They can’t undo what’s done

And your wings, they’re missing feathers

And you are longing for flying off

Such a prostitute of feelings

You are feeling them all

Give yourself a break

You’re such a stomachache

And pucking is not the way off

A lot of things are black and white in life baby

the lonely me quotes

Maroon 5 - Give A Little More

 

"Give A Little More"

Now you've been bad, and it goes on and on and on
Till you come home babe, Till you come home
Now you taste past the poison you learn to love is gone
I'm all alone baby, I'm all alone

I'm waiting for something, always waiting
Feeling nothing, wondering if it'll ever change
And then I give a little more, oh babe ohhh
Give a little more, oh babe ohhh

I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
Till I get a little more from you baby ohhh
Get a little more from you baby

You were wrong for turning me on and on and on
And on and on
You make it so hard

I'm waiting for something, always waiting
Feeling nothing, wondering if it'll ever change
And then I give a little more, oh babe ohhh
Give a little more, oh babe ohhh

I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
Till I get a little more from you baby ohhh
Get a little more from you baby

I have no defense
I know you're gonna get me in the end
(gonna get me in the end)
And I cannot pretend
I never want to feel this way again ohhh

I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
Till I get a little more from you baby ohhh
Get a little more from you baby

I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
I'm not falling in love with ya, I'm not falling in love
Till I get a little more from you baby ohhh
Get a little more from you baby

18 de septiembre.

Mi lengua quiere acabar con la tuya a puño cerrado

Mientras nuestros labios pronuncian obscenidades

Mis manos controlan la frontera de tus pechos

Mientras tus ojos me hacen todo tipo de invitaciones

A tus piernas, contra la pared y medio abiertas

No vayas a ser contrabandista de emociones

Tu mente abierta a todo tipo de experiencias

Hoy aquí redoblan los tambores.

HeartBeat

Boom BoomBoom

¿Es eso lo qué oyes?

Boom BoomBoom

Entre tanto ruido…

¡Dime qué lo escuchas!

Boom BoomBoom

¡No!

¡No te vayas!

Boom BoomBoom

¡Haaaaaaaaaa!

Boom Boom_________

En Silence.

Moi, je ne sais pas comment le faire
Comment calmer la faim du cœur
Comment trouver sur la peau de quelqu’un
L’eau qui nous manque
Ce qui nous manque

Comment savoir
Si le cœur de quelqu’un
Si pour nous il battre
Comment le savoir
Si on ne sait pas s’il battre

Comment pourrai-je
Écouter votre chanson
Si toi, tu ne chante pas !
Ce vraiment difficile
Vous écouter
En silence.

Yo, yo no sé cómo

Cómo calmar el hambre del alma

Como encontrar sobre la piel de cualquiera

El agua que nos hace falta

Eso que nos hace falta

Cómo saber

Si el corazón de alguien

Si por nosotros él late

Cómo saberlo

Si no sabemos si late

Cómo podría yo

Escuchar vuestra canción

Si tu, tu no cantas

Es realmente difícil

Escucharte

En silencio.

strings.

[Ambientación: música circense, noche oscura sin estrellas, carpas de circo gastadas por el uso y por el tiempo, varios bombillos y destellos de luz, ecos de los niños que alguna vez fueron visitantes]

La música suena en sus oídos de madera
Mientras ella se arrastra a su compás
Arrastrando consigo los hilos que usualmente la manejan
Arrastrando consigo sonrisas ajenas

Tierra entre sus articulaciones
De la misma por donde se arrastra
Pintura y esperanzas gastadas
Desde hace años, ella se arrastra

¡No voltees a ver!
Un viento la pone de pie
Sus hilos suben al cielo
Pero se desprenden de sus pies

¡No te golpees muy duro!
Pero cayó por su peso contra el piso
Para volverse a arrastrar
Para arrastrase por el piso

Y el compás de la música la acompaña
Más lento mientras el tiempo pasa
Ella es una marioneta
Sin ganas de ser real.

[música circense se desvanece…]

around.

She’s been around

Even when I close my eyes

But she’s clever when she hides

Always running from my sight

But I’ll thank you girl

I had to learn to be an angel for myself

I had to learn to love my reflection

In this world you sure can buy affection

But money isn’t freedom

And I am no slave

Con vos.

Solo imagínate vos y yo allí sentados
En la cornisa de los labios de la madre tierra
Arrullados por el sonido del mar
Del mar que nos quiere comer
Solo imagínanos
Yo a veces lo hago
Nos imagino allí, a los dos
Solo de vez en cuando
Cuando tengo ganas de imaginar

¿ando?

Y allí ando queriendo ver de más
Queriendo meterme entre tus letras
Así, bien acurrucado entre la tinta de tu tintero

Ando aprovechando tus momentos lucidos
Para esconderme entre las sombras que proyectas
Para esconderme entre las sábanas de desordenas

Hoy ando queriéndote de más
Y vos contenta.

las luces y transparencias.

 

si pudiera darte un trago

tomaría de ti dos veces

una cuando amanece

y otra cuando tenga sed

pero embotellada

yo no confio en vos.

Sus manos entre mis manos.

Estaba entre mis manos, con su respirar intermitente y me veía fijamente con expresión afligida. Era de comprender, sus minutos estaban contados, sus labios estaban fríos y sus últimas fuerzas las usaba para tomar mi rostro y pensar. Ella se tornaba helada, mientras mi vientre se calentaba con la sangre que salía de su ser, solo espero me perdone. Yo ahora ya la perdoné.

Él me tiene entre sus brazos, el casi no puede respirar y me ve con ojos angustiados; llenos de remordimiento. Yo ya lo perdoné. Espero que lo sepa. Solo me queda tomar su rostro, calentar su vientre con lo que queda vivo de mí y esperar que sepa que yo voy a una vida eterna. Lástima que él viva mientras muere en este purgatorio que llama vida.

Bésame

Bésame

Y ambos se besaron.

fuente.

 

Y nos bañaremos en la fuente 

la fuente de agua carente

hoy nos bañaremos con verdad.

for my past, my present and my future.

Recuerdo a un niño

Escribiendo un libro

Unas cuantas estrofas

Rallando un par de hojas

Recuerdo a su amigo

Que decía a su oído

Que interesante

Eso que escribes

Es interesante

Recuerdo no prestarle atención

No recuerdo ponerle pasión

Nunca lo tome como opción

Y ahora me arrepiento

Si de 16 alguien me hubiera dicho

Que lo que escribo le sirve de consuelo

Que mis versos le devuelven el suelo

Que mi prosa es como volar por el cielo

Si de 17 alguien me hubiera besado las manos

Aunque fuese solo metafóricamente

Si alguien hubiese admirado mi mente

Quizá todo sería distinto, un libro mi recinto.

Pero hoy tengo ante mí infinidad de caminos

Y a cada uno mandare una copia de mi mismo

Explorare particionado en cada uno de ellos

Y como respuesta a mi oído mandare mis ecos

Hoy estoy completo gracias a tus desatenciones

Gracias a tus actitudes ego centristas

Gracias por actuar como, de mi destino, enemiga

Ahora soy quien siempre querré ser

Vendedor de patriotismo.

En una esquina de una ciudad cuyo nombre se me prohíbe recordar, él camina con banderas en sus manos esperando que alguien le intercambie billete por patriotismo. Su actitud recia, de macho en poderío se confunde con altanería y pesadez, su postura de tiempos de Hitler lastima el paisaje y confunde a cualquiera que fije su mirada en él; ¿es él realmente el adecuado para vender mi símbolo patrio? Y luego lo supe.

Pavoneándose por encima del asfalto gris venía una fémina con paso de quinceañera, cuerpo de mujer de veinte con experiencia y actitud de una cualquiera que cree que todo el mundo la venera. Sin darle importancia alguna al macho cabrío que domina ese territorio, ella le camina por atrás de su espalda haciendo que en él se despierte la naturaleza de la cual Dios lo proveyó. Él sin medir el poder de su visión, pero con un control bárbaro de la misma, espera que esta niña cualquiera haya recorrido al menos un metro y entonces es cuando se voltea y la examina de pies a cabeza, deteniéndose un instante prolongado en, en ese lugar que no es necesario nombrar; se saborea, piensa que de tener la oportunidad no la desperdiciaría en un ratito pasajero y luego vuelve su atención al puño de banderas y al hecho de que puede que nadie le compre ni la más pequeña para honrar este 15 de septiembre.

ilove

a mi me gusta leer, me gusta escribir, me gusta...

""

Amo el diseño, el escribir, la música y las mujeres;
Y cuando hago musica al diseñar a la mujer de la que escribo.

The lonely me quotes.

Half of my heart...

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
Trying my best to understand all that your love can bring

Oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you (can't keep loving you)
Oh, with half of my heart

I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else
Made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself
Lonely was the song I sang, until the day you came
Showing me another way and all that my love can bring

Oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you (can't keep loving you)
Oh, with half of my heart
With half of my heart

Your faith is strong
But I can only fall short for so long
Down the road, later on
You will hate that I never gave more to you
Than half of my heart
But I can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you
With half of my . . .

Half of my heart
Oh, half of my heart

Half of my heart's got a real good imagination
Half of my heart's got you
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
That half of my heart won't do

Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring
And half of my heart is the part of a man who's never truly loved anything

Half of my heart, oh, half of my heart
Half of my heart, oh, half of my heart
Half of my heart, oh, half of my heart
Half of my heart . . .

true story.

Frontera...

A esa cama no se le ha ido el olor a mis células muertas

Y vos metiendo gente extraña

Gente que dice que te ama

Cuando no pueden deletrear “amor”

A esa duchas mañaneras

Las acompañas con gente extranjera

A las fronteras de tu corazón

Pero les endulzas el oído

De cualquier manera les endulzas el oído

Les muerdes el ombligo

Les haces promesas vacías

E, ingenuamente, los haces sonreír.

Oh moon, my mistress

Oh moon, my mistress
There he comes
The devil in tuxedo
Wearing flip flops
Quite as a shadow
Moving forward like calendar
Oh moon, my mistress
Keep me company tonight
Tomorrow I’ll pay you double
Oh moon, my mistress
Let me hide between your breasts
Let me take my cold away under your dress

conversation 1

Me:     I thought I told you I locked my writing

            And hide it from my dirty hands

You:    But you, you write beautifully

Me:     But they are only words

           And we are all sinners

           And I don’t want to conceive them

           In such ugly terms

(Silence heard across the room)

           Besides,

           They don’t want me anyhow.

You:    but they do! They feel orphans without you

           They feel alone without your touch

Me:     Don’t make them hopeful

           Just don’t

           I told you

           I wouldn’t like

           To bring them to spare times

You:    they’re your only choice

Me:    I’m going to die before writing another verse

You:   why don’t you choose to fascinate the whole world instead?

El graderio.

La primera grada

Recordé mi nacimiento

Por muy lejos que haya estado en el tiempo

Recordé mi primer grito en el cielo

Recordé como me miraba el doctor

Y como mi madre yacía exhausta por el parto.

La segunda grada rosaba mis costillas

Y ante mis ojos detenía el recuerdo

El recuerdo de cuando aprendí a andar en bici

De cuando me caí andando en bici

De cómo luego le temí por eso a la bici

La tercera grada me disloca la muñeca

Mientras mi estomago recuerda el estofado de mamá

Las tortillas de la abuela

Los tamales de navidad

El chompipollo de año nuevo

El atolito de los sábados

El sopón de los domingos

La cuarta grada

La cuarta grada me hiere la columna

Y me hace recordad las palmadas en la espalda

De los amigos que tuve al crecer en secundaria

Me hizo recordar a toda la gente

Que influyo en mi vida

Y ayudo a mejorar mi postura

Después de la cuarta grada no sentía mis piernas

Pero me reconforto saber que tenía manos amigas

Que me servirían de soporte

Pasó la quinta grada

Comencé a hablar con el señor

Pasó la sexta grada

Llegó la séptima grada

Recuerdo haber rozado la octava

Para la novena mi mente quedo en blanco

Para la décima grada logre escuchar gente alrededor

Para la grada no. once escuche un silencio estremecedor

No recuerdo haber llegado a la doceava grada

Pero recuerdo haber pensado:

“debí atarme las agujetas”

I'm Rooster Like.

fast-design le llamo...  para que se conozcan un poquitico de mi nueva ID

Secrets.... what I need.

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained red

From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will delight those ears
Sick of all the insinceres
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve

And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Sending it straight to gold
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will delight those ears
Sick of all the insinceres
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'm 'a tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will delight those ears
Sick of all the insinceres
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will delight those ears
Sick of all the insinceres
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away

rojo

Con una blusa roja

Frente a una pared roja

Sus ojos rojos lloran

Sus labios rojos imploran

Sus uñas rojas rasgan

Su vientre rasgado y rojo

Por el rojo en sus recuerdos

Que derrama aquella herida

Profunda entre las tetillas

De su corazón rojo

Pero de pronto ella era azul

Cerúleo como el cielo que la envuelve

Tan profunda como el universo que la envuelve

Tan purpura, tan violeta, tan violenta

Con un toque de amarillo en sus pupilas

Con un toque de verde en su corazón

Con un toque gris en su aurea

Con un toque de rosa en la entrepierna

Con un toque de negro en el cabello

Con un toque marrón bajo las uñas

Con un toque de color en su vestidura

Tan colorida como mi más hermosa pesadilla.

Let me say...

What If I grow my mustache and shave my head?

What if I start playing football and working from 7 to 5 pm?

What if I say goodbye to French fries and triple bacon burgers with cheese?

What If I start wearing ties and some old fashioned pants?

What If I go from independent jazz to elevator music?

What if I get married and have 4 children, none of them boys?

What If I fall to the floor and choose to never stand up?

Let me say

I’ll grow my mustache and shave my head, because I think it’s cool

But you’ll never see me working at an office or playing football

I love French fries and triple bacon burgers with cheese so much

So giving them away is not going to be my choice

I hate wearing ties, but I love oldfashined pants and I’ll never quit on jazz

I don’t believe in marriage and I’m planning to adopt

And if I ever fall and never stand up,

Is only because

I found a mine of gold.

Calma Pueblo - Calle 13

speak your mind.

Us.

a little thing I did for you Anya! 

4 the pics of ur birthday... 

and because I cannot ask for a better friend! 

I love you with all my might

cheers!

Improve.

Am I the man I want to be right now?

No.

But I’m going to find him

I’m going to work for him

I’m setting my mind to find him

To find the reasons why I’m still here

Living

But right now, the guy that looks back at me in the mirror, that guy… I don’t know

This is a commitment with me

Today is Friday night & tomorrow it’s all going to be different

I’m setting my mind to find myself

To fight for what I think is right

To right those things I know are wrong

I have to be better; I know I’m not perfect though.

There are so many things I want to be

They won’t fall from the night sky

So I commit myself

To be

The best version of me

I can be.

commit yourself, because if we start by improving ourselves... It won't matter where we are at, the sun is gonna shine.

His songs, his dreams, his suitcase and violin.

This is the voice of a guy soon forgotten

His songs, his dreams, his suitcase and violin

This is his heart, bleeding for ever

His last breath in, his jeans, his coat, his last cup of coffee

Here’s his right eye looking through your shirt

Looking your old scar, feeling sorry for your soul

Here’s his left hand, running through your hair

Stopping at your chest, camping there forever.

This is his song la la lara, his playing it loudly

Hear it’s soulful, hear! It’s amazing

Let’s cheers for his dreams

For those he’s going after

Come on, he’s packing his suitcase

He’s just taking his violin.

De un solo.

Por paranoico, iluso y bobo

Por ingenuo, crédulo y confiado

Por perro, serpiente y buitre

Por crio, “maduro” e indeciso

Por machito, chillón y awebado

Por quererme, odiarme y darme igual

Porque soy lo que no quieres que sea

Porque no soy lo que quiere que sea

Por eso soy justamente quien no andas buscando

Y quien, de cualquier manera, te robo el mundo entero.

miles away.

Hoy me picas en la entrepierna

Haces que me suden los sueños

Tensas mis músculos

Haces contorsionar los dedos de mis pies

Elevas cada una de mis costillas

Me haces temblar

Me haces suspirar

Desordenas mi cama

A kilómetros de distancia.

There is fire on the mountain
and nobody seems to be on the run...

-Asa

¿jugamos?

Hoy juego a Dios maya

Juntando trocitos de maíz

Para hacerte perfecta

Para poder asarte a las brazas

Para poder comerte

Con limón

Y un poquito de sal

Hoy juego a religión china

Para encontrarte entre sabanas

Entre las de mi cama

Saludando al sol

Y yo queriendo llevarte a las estrellas

hoy yo juego a ser el gigante

y tu tan pequeñita

hurgando entre mis fantasías

buscando frijoles mágicos

para llegar a mis labios

hoy jugamos a religiones

a cuentos e historias

hoy quieres ser mi princesa

la manzana envenenada

el portal en donde te espero durmiendo

hoy quieres despertarme con un beso

de esos húmedos y que a mi como me gustan

hoy te voy a dejar jugar

solo porque estoy solo

y ya mero es martes.