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.








6 de junio de 2012

My Darling.

Life's short. It ain't made to think about what to do. Sometimes you just have to feel. Take the chances it offers you. Maybe they are not the ones you want, but they can take you to the place you would like to be, doesn't it?

I don't know if all this is taking me there, but I can see the chance of being happy, so, why not? Let's just try it.







28 de mayo de 2012

Brave.


"Watching the ships roll in, hoping that I will still be his friend in the morning.
Watching those ships roll by, wishing that I could move this earth if I could for you I would do.
I've got nothing to say. I've got nothing to lay at your feet. I just keep hoping, hope that you will be the man that I couldn't be
Still watching the oceans move. If only I could show you my soul and places I've been. Watching the ocean come, and little girls playing in the sand as I walk,  longing to listen to you talk.
But I've got nothing to say"




1 de marzo de 2012

Take me back to the night I felt alive.

No dejas de preguntarte que dónde se ha metido todo aquello que fuiste. Gilipollas, deja de buscarlo y ponte a serlo. "El que corría por delante de la vida". Eso te dijo. Lo peor es que no sabes si esto es un momento de flaqueza, por que tu también lo necesitas, o si esto es la realidad y todo lo demás es el guion escrito. ¿Dónde te crees que vas? Es más, ¿dónde te crees que estás? Déjame disolverme en lluvia.




11 de febrero de 2012

Here we are.

Te recordaban que estaban siempre ahí, trayéndote las risas del nuevo comienzo. Das gracias por ello, por ellas. Otro trago y con ello te las comes. Te das cuenta de que eso es lo que vale. Sientes que te enseñan y que tu no quieres dejar de aprender de ellas. Los abrazos son de verdad. Los besos lo son. Gracias. CM.




9 de febrero de 2012

"It sucks, you know.
When everything is doing fine, then, it all crashes again?

And the worst part is I really don't want to try and put it all back together again, but i have to."