domingo, 31 de mayo de 2009

Cellar Door

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Some people believe every door opens with one key.

The right one.

In my world there are centain doors, that shouldn`t be open
Even when the whispers from the other side call for you.

viernes, 29 de mayo de 2009

Xibalba

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Many words can come between us

But your recent silence has left me no choice but to wait for thee

¿ How many lifes have I waited for this moment to arrive ?

This feeling is craving profundly inside , flowing trough my open veins
Vanishing in front of my high hopes.

I feel I`ve been waiting decades for you, feels like we both drank from the tree of life, passing inside and outside death itself, coming back for more. The eternal hunger to conquer.

My conquistador, always conquering.

¿Would you deliver me from bondage ?

martes, 26 de mayo de 2009

Inquisitive

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I wish I could be you, Waiting in the other side of the door, looking throught the glass. Forsaking my eyes.

Living in the elite world has never been easy. Pretending to care, preaparing for the worst, being ready.

I saw myself reflected in that plane window, it was a red eye flight to London. I was so ready to leave smears of you behind, I never knew what love was.

Then I thought: All around me was confusing, I knew that to be with you was a part of a cosmic unfortunate plan. I was so close to the door and then the bed looked nicer with me on top of it, specially with you.

That evening we didn`t talk at all, we just ate and stared to the walls. Hoping to make an efford to confess the way we felt at that moment.


With so many disturbances its so easy to fall

lunes, 25 de mayo de 2009

Intergalactic Dream Shoes

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I`ve got a tendency to adore shoes made off latex, indeed !

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This pair of Melissa`s were a gift from OVEJA NEGRA DESING.

miércoles, 20 de mayo de 2009

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¿Qué le pasa al mundo que de pronto dejó de ser humano?


En donde quedo la sombra del desapego, todos quieren hacerme pedazos

Yo solo quiero sobrevivirles y vivo así la mayor parte del tiempo


Quiero gritar corriendo o viceversa, es un mundo lleno de animales salvajes

Viviendo en junglas de concreto, un mundillo tan perverso.


Quiero devorarlo antes de que el me devore a mi.


Necesito retirarme al bosque urgentemente.


jueves, 14 de mayo de 2009

¿Who are Y O U ?

Malice in wonderland

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I - I hardly know, sir, just at present - at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'

'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'

'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.

'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'

'It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.

'Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; 'but when you have to turn into a chrysalis - you will some day, you know - and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'

'Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.

'Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; 'all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.'

'You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. 'Who are you?'


Lewis Carrol`s Alice in Wonderland

lunes, 11 de mayo de 2009

Eternos Soñadores

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Es importante saber en que momento dejaste de ser niño


Tener presente lo importante que es soñar


cuando te das cuenta que ya no sueñas como antes.


Lo difícil que es el mundo una vez que formas parte de el.

Lo sabes solo cuando lo vives

Cuando tu corazón realmente lo siente

En ese momento.


Todo lo que siempre quisiste.

Todo lo que anhelaste. Se enfrío.

domingo, 10 de mayo de 2009

Breathing City vapors

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Life is full of spinning weels

Every decade remarks a ride


A circle waiting to be completed

When sometimes there is no time to do so


We keep trying to put holes in hapiness

Trying hard not to become simple


Taking steps to acomplish our limits and yet

So scare to face them, and sometimes uncapable to finish


In the end you become an island in the middle of the ocean


Eternal, untouchable, alone

sábado, 9 de mayo de 2009

The Thrill

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Im sunk in the big black wood

Im sunk in my own private revolution

I feel the trees breathing, I feel the earth wishing


a nebula behind a dying star

Is a rebirth

jueves, 7 de mayo de 2009

Dulces incidencias

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Todos corremos detrás de algo siempre, respondiendo a la cantidad de deseos incautos del diminuto motor acorazado.



Corremos detrás de las estrellas, queremos ser como ellas, y aunque fugases: eternas.
Detrás de los sueños inmortales también corremos, desafiando gravedades volvemos al inicio, al despertar de la conciencia.


Yo no tengo ganas de correr. He corrido mucho durante el transcurso de esta vida y de las otras. Me gustaría mas descansar bajo la sombra de mi propio pensamiento, en la efímera dimensión del tiempo. Y no esperarlo con ganas.


Algunas veces, solo prefiero el silencio.

martes, 5 de mayo de 2009

lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009

Forever Tori

Tori Amos - Maybe California from David Tsiklauri on Vimeo.

Pecados Diurnos

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Pretendiendo romper paradigmas me contaste que después de algunos años

se te había roto el alma como un papel.


Yo te mire con ganas de escucharte. Sentí la necesidad de saber que tramaba esa cabeza cínica.


Quizás estabas a punto de decirme lo mal que te trate, lo indiferente que fui, lo fríos que fueron esos años.


No quise estar predispuesta para cuando eso pasara, así que moví los labios en señal de ironía.


No pudiste contra eso y me besaste.


Tengo ganas de irme: pensé.


Creo que ya es demasiado tarde.