The Reluctance
I do not know how you can continue to survive while storing as much trouble sleeping inside. A kind of black mud fills my stomach and the food seems a threat. The shame is reflected in the face me and I am the most clumsy person in the world.
I know nothing, understand nothing. Negativity, conflict, euphoric if I'm alone if I can do things alone and my way. My face is dumb and I do not get the voice, it is Hidden in the throat, along with the tears that are about to leave.
Fear, fear, fear. A damn word that I never struggled to pronounce. When I wake up I'm still among the knots of the sheets and start to shake. I never thought I could tremble in fear, and now I do every day before facing the world. I forget things, leave the doors open, let me run errands on the table, the names of people I think are all the same. My mania for perfection fucking with me for another season, right here right next to me, waiting for fail to feel that something terrible choking squeezing the lungs. And hurricanes begin in the head, blows to the thighs, the desire to flee. Luckily
still cold to teach arms.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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as ye wish, and I offer
awkward when I bump into the furniture, give me the corners of the cabinet and this me fingers doors. I am extremely awkward when my feet do not walk it back, ankles rub against each other, knees tremble with nervousness if people revolve around me with that air of ridiculousness hungry vultures. Words get tangled in my tongue, as if they were afraid that someone will take on less intelligent. I need that sense of tranquility that will invade the normal days where you know that anything will be as always and nothing will go down an abyss. Nor redness on the cheeks, or shaking hands, or excessive segregation Adrenalize. Just one day without fire, without being targeted by laughter, not wanting to escarvar in wounds.
So please, if you want, we go for a while to live within a sonnet bombastic. The wish, and as you want. Sunday
awkward when I bump into the furniture, give me the corners of the cabinet and this me fingers doors. I am extremely awkward when my feet do not walk it back, ankles rub against each other, knees tremble with nervousness if people revolve around me with that air of ridiculousness hungry vultures. Words get tangled in my tongue, as if they were afraid that someone will take on less intelligent. I need that sense of tranquility that will invade the normal days where you know that anything will be as always and nothing will go down an abyss. Nor redness on the cheeks, or shaking hands, or excessive segregation Adrenalize. Just one day without fire, without being targeted by laughter, not wanting to escarvar in wounds.
So please, if you want, we go for a while to live within a sonnet bombastic. The wish, and as you want. Sunday
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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angry spiders running all windows. Sunday to listen to old glories and let rock or the wisdom of a few scholars in the letters. The last day of the week is always the same in all months. That damn quietut, that resonance to the above and lived. Day without surprises, sweet eating tasteless, only by the inertia of doing the same at the end of the week. Sunday silly and useless for hot and cold blanket the trees. Silence is broken by the constant murmur of a television on. Barking dogs from a backyard, bored and hungry. Plumbing noise through the walls.
Sundays are a prelude to the fear inspired Monday.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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Sunday .. Isobutyl
I offer the vacant seat of the train that is by my side all afternoon.
The most beautiful song I know.
A piece of my shadow for you all naps blankets,
a bottle of air from my lungs, sighs of yesterday and today. I offer
stars painted on a blue sheet,
finger paint, lipstick on your collar,
A few wanted to laugh, silence and idle time.
sense of the ridiculous I offer weekday,
physical love from ten at night,
yellow frilly dresses, toys and long breaks
every Friday.
ofrezo you four lives to be passed together,
and hundreds of verses so you never get bored.
A place, a space, a home.
(Te ofrezo me)
I offer the vacant seat of the train that is by my side all afternoon.
The most beautiful song I know.
A piece of my shadow for you all naps blankets,
a bottle of air from my lungs, sighs of yesterday and today. I offer
stars painted on a blue sheet,
finger paint, lipstick on your collar,
A few wanted to laugh, silence and idle time.
sense of the ridiculous I offer weekday,
physical love from ten at night,
yellow frilly dresses, toys and long breaks
every Friday.
ofrezo you four lives to be passed together,
and hundreds of verses so you never get bored.
A place, a space, a home.
(Te ofrezo me)
Friday, February 20, 2009
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Humor and disaster
The apathy and dejection, not knowing what to say. Without finding the path, not a single track that takes me wherever I go. I keep idle hands, my eye sees nothing but desire to be something that I have in mind, a bold person are irreversibly smile, rhythmic movements and long legs ending in pretty shoes.
No words, no lyrics, without you. Heart-broken at five thousand one hundred pieces, red and small, like kisses on the cheeks broken.
and verse, makeup closing a fright mask content, reborn with a new hairstyle, with blows of nostalgia and a reference that has nothing to target. There are many nights with no air, stealing breakfast to sleep in the morning, drowning
between ink and paper.
Starting the old wardrobe trunks and plucked feather boas and invent a new image for the mirror we do not run away this time.
The apathy and dejection, not knowing what to say. Without finding the path, not a single track that takes me wherever I go. I keep idle hands, my eye sees nothing but desire to be something that I have in mind, a bold person are irreversibly smile, rhythmic movements and long legs ending in pretty shoes.
No words, no lyrics, without you. Heart-broken at five thousand one hundred pieces, red and small, like kisses on the cheeks broken.
and verse, makeup closing a fright mask content, reborn with a new hairstyle, with blows of nostalgia and a reference that has nothing to target. There are many nights with no air, stealing breakfast to sleep in the morning, drowning
between ink and paper.
Starting the old wardrobe trunks and plucked feather boas and invent a new image for the mirror we do not run away this time.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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pass
The tiredness close these little round eye lids. I have no holes for you, and that hurts more than the boring hours in front of the blue, turned into a ball of ice cream pajamas and members, over a white blanket that sometimes escape pumas goose flying without a warrant for the entire room. The rights and duties absorbed us both, I much as you, and we no longer remain idle hours to spend looking at that blade of grass that has grown new, or, as hacíamso before, we saw as it was green fields with the recent rains. But looked at from another corner, the hours we have together from this month will be times when we are two persons with sufficient minutes to avoid wasting any. Without dialogue that only serve to fill silences, no vices, without hatred, without occupation, without regard as to scratch the dirt from the windows, or clean the radiator on the inside because we do not know what else we could do in those moments .
Now our disaster is to take it all with humor. The laughter will be in the most unexpected moments and look at the faces of others Undeterred, directly to the pupil. We thank you for everything that goes wrong because everything is already wrong from the start and succeed in quenching the thirst of defeat is so fond of the night. Our time will be a sea Travel to routes that have not yet done, pictures still do not have in mind. A succession of highways and roads impassable, candy, chocolate bars and reading aloud of the poets who both love. Baudelaire and Garcia Marquez will be will be 'Affect in the night' and one hundred eighty degrees. Twisted tales will Cortázar and gatherings on social issues.
now be all smaller but more intense. Provocas
The tiredness close these little round eye lids. I have no holes for you, and that hurts more than the boring hours in front of the blue, turned into a ball of ice cream pajamas and members, over a white blanket that sometimes escape pumas goose flying without a warrant for the entire room. The rights and duties absorbed us both, I much as you, and we no longer remain idle hours to spend looking at that blade of grass that has grown new, or, as hacíamso before, we saw as it was green fields with the recent rains. But looked at from another corner, the hours we have together from this month will be times when we are two persons with sufficient minutes to avoid wasting any. Without dialogue that only serve to fill silences, no vices, without hatred, without occupation, without regard as to scratch the dirt from the windows, or clean the radiator on the inside because we do not know what else we could do in those moments .
Now our disaster is to take it all with humor. The laughter will be in the most unexpected moments and look at the faces of others Undeterred, directly to the pupil. We thank you for everything that goes wrong because everything is already wrong from the start and succeed in quenching the thirst of defeat is so fond of the night. Our time will be a sea Travel to routes that have not yet done, pictures still do not have in mind. A succession of highways and roads impassable, candy, chocolate bars and reading aloud of the poets who both love. Baudelaire and Garcia Marquez will be will be 'Affect in the night' and one hundred eighty degrees. Twisted tales will Cortázar and gatherings on social issues.
now be all smaller but more intense. Provocas
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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shudders at the height of the back, my body
stimuli, embassies
in the sweetest of my tongue. You pick
,
agreements from corner to corner, whispered rants
time enraged by kissing sounds. If you break
will repair your cracks
and each line of your surface and cherish every scar
arisen because you have the power to make me feel
president in your luggage, the condition
unleashed
the standard and response. A true upset
you want to lie scathing.
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My sense of all
The darkness, the desire to see the morning early risers. There are few things compared to fact hold you close, and hand fuck me without realizing it while we are quick to rush everything. Or perhaps you can compare it with the good memories that will not be in every wash, such as spots that eternal in mind. You and always you, child of five feet nine, which returns kisses with each glass of water that I offer when you get home, wrap me in your coat as the evening progresses and I start to get frivolous , o. Today
may not see anything around you, you may go so tired and so many tasks in tow forget to watch brands, messages, phrases and secrets I have given you for so long, and believe that anything worthwhile, that few have the power to smile and ignorance not to realize the values and have no place here, but I share my gave as you, and if you realize and look good, got a piece of me in every word you write, you admire the facades, in the chambers where to immortalize pieces of society.
The darkness, the desire to see the morning early risers. There are few things compared to fact hold you close, and hand fuck me without realizing it while we are quick to rush everything. Or perhaps you can compare it with the good memories that will not be in every wash, such as spots that eternal in mind. You and always you, child of five feet nine, which returns kisses with each glass of water that I offer when you get home, wrap me in your coat as the evening progresses and I start to get frivolous , o. Today
may not see anything around you, you may go so tired and so many tasks in tow forget to watch brands, messages, phrases and secrets I have given you for so long, and believe that anything worthwhile, that few have the power to smile and ignorance not to realize the values and have no place here, but I share my gave as you, and if you realize and look good, got a piece of me in every word you write, you admire the facades, in the chambers where to immortalize pieces of society.
You are the meaning of everything that is not answered.
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