Archive for 27 diciembre 2010

The world doesn’t like you, the world doesn’t know about your existence, and it won’t notice when you leave it; there’s no denial, no complain, no minutes at your back. Just a blowing wind, it would take you apart from living.

And no one cares enough to say hello. Its just a way of telling we don’t care which face you looking at, none of them knows you, none of them realizes you’re there, and for that matters none of them cares if you are alive now or dead before you read this lines.

Are we just crates? Empty living crates who think life is easy, who think life is granted for us all, and for that we would never have to worry for changes, cause those things won’t get us, the same way I can’t get you.  But that is because none of us reach out for you. Because we do not care to reach and we do not care of those reaching ones; we make ourselves cold as we can, and we are burning slowly inside; consuming ourselves, hoping for someone who lit us up. Someone to bury us. Maybe someday, someday we would find such thing, but while we wait we shall roam in the nothingness of this miserable life.

Fading away, we are disappearing, chasing everything but dreams, maybe chasing time while it pass us trough.

It’s been four hours and twenty-eight minutes past the midnight, and we are living for nothing, asleep maybe, we are just shadows for sure.

Someone out there has the taste for us, but we never know. There are so many different people. I am sure I can’t rely on you. You will never be what I want you to be, and I can’t be whatever you expect me to be, I been broken for so long, who would know if I have a fix, I’m just waiting. For what? I don’t know and I don’t care.

Life is such a waste, and you better enjoy wasting it, because that’s all about. Enjoying whatever you have, whatever you like.

But what if I get to like you. How could I ever enjoy you?  This life isn’t for living, who would deserve to have it? Maybe a sailor, a knight or a homeless caveman, you make your choice.


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Entre nubes y estrellas, coquetea la Luna con su reflejo,

tan lejano, como un Enero de un Marzo.


La mar está tan tranquila, como un espejo,

y el viento tan tranquilo como la mar.


Y un hilo de música

quemándose en el aire.

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Hay una nota suave en tu voz, una mirada clara. Un algo seductor, discreto y preciso.

Que es difícil no recordar.

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Trabajito pa’ la escuela pero igual me gustó el cigarro…

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