KIDS SHOULDN'T GO TO SLEEP. WHEN THEY WAKE UP, THEY ARE A DAY OLDER.

22 de octubre de 2012

21 de septiembre de 2012

Such a wonderful view.

El humo se movía entre sus manos. Era capaz de cogerlo, de guardarlo, pero sabía que era mejor dejarlo ir.


16 de septiembre de 2012

Give it back to me.

Piensas, y a tu alrededor no ves más que a esas personitas que llenan tu vida. Ahí están, dándotelo  todo. Y de la mejor manera. En cada uno hay una sonrisa escondida, las fuerzas de lo salvaje y el futuro debajo de sus suelas.

Queman, y no saben cuanto. Pero saben como. Saben como llevarte a ese estado tan placentero que  es el estar a su lado. Pero a ti te gusta jugar con ese fuego, y saber que puedes arder en cualquier momento. Y sabes que es un riesgo que quieres correr, y llegar hasta a ello, a fundirte bailando al ritmo de cualquier música. 

Sabes que estás ahí, con ellos, por que te lo has ganado. Y te tranquiliza ver en sus ojos el abrazo que te van a dar segundos después. Y llegar a algo tan íntimo que no se puede explicar. 

Es una Generación. Y tú, formas parte de ella. 

Gracias.







21 de julio de 2012

My way.

And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain.  My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full, I traveled each and ev'ry highway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway. And more, much more than this, I did it my way 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew when I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall and did it MY WAY.














13 de junio de 2012

Fuck off.

It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all the bad stuff back, so you can have the good.




12 de junio de 2012

There you are

This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never tought you'd be doing something like this. You never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it, as... like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, or who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know what kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kinda like it being like this; fighting the cold and feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting trhough to your skin. And feeling the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talk about in the books that you haven't read. This is you. Who would have guessed it? You.

-My  life without me.