miércoles, 29 de julio de 2009


There's a fragile tension,
That's keeping us going
It may not last forever,
But oh well it's blowing

There's something magical in the air
Something so tragic we had to care

There's a strange obsession,
That's drawing us nearer
We don't understand it
It never gets clearer

There's something mystical in our dreams
So simplistic it kicks and screams

All we will seem to reek on the edge of collapse
Nothing can keep us down

There's a dizzying feeling,
That's keeping us flying
Some glittering gauntlet
Without even trying

There's something radical in our hands
Nothing logical to our plans

·It's not denial, i'm just very selective about the truth i accept·

Hay que empezar a cuidar el endocardio, el miocardio, el epicardio, el pericardio etc..
Porque no hay fármaco que te lo pueda curar, bitch.

miércoles, 22 de julio de 2009


On another world by another star at another place and time
In another state of consciousness in another state of mind
Everything was almost perfect, everything fell into place,
That you may reach a different verdict,
If all the judges missed the case

In a parallel universe that's happening right now
Things between us must be worse but it's hard to see just how

And everything could have been perfect
Everything in the right place
Then I wouldn't have to play the suspect
Accused, abandoned and disgraced

I didn't choose, i didn't pull the trigger
It wasn't me, i'm just a plain and simple singer
I heard the sound, i turned my head around
To watch our love shot down

In another lonely universe, we're laying side by side
Well no-ones hurt and no-ones cursed and no one needs to hide

And everything is almost perfect
Everything is almost right
There are never any conflicts
There are never any fights

·Image: Un bar aux Folies Bergère, Édouard Manet.

·État d'esprit: Bof..

·Ganas de salir hoy: Nulas.

·Porcentaje de Mal Humor: 89%

martes, 7 de julio de 2009


Para qué Shh? Para qué voy a seguir guardando cosas adentro? Ya me estoy intoxicando.
Porqué no puedo sacarmelo de encima?

Lo único que tengo es un chuchotement silencieux de lo que quiero, y lo mastico entre los dientes.

Sigo con dudas que no me quiero sacar por miedo a lo que venga (lucky venga).
À partir des differentes manifestations et expressions des pensées de l'individu, et de son influence sur son phénotype macroscopique, on peut interpréter que je suis qu'une gamine, just a child, qui veut un homme (ou plutôt, un vieux gamin) pour aucune raison apparente.

C'est bon, j'idéalise. Mais en fin de comptes, je passe plus de temps à me crever la tête et a souffrir qu'à apprécier les moments avec lui.
Je dois faire quelquechose.
Mais cette fois, pour de bon.