3 de Noviembre

Si el 3 tuviera vida, se apoderaria de la mia. Aunque no va mal encaminado en marcar una pauta...



[3 susurros...3 sonrisas]

[3 suspiros...3 gritos]

[3 te quieros...que te digo con la mirada]



[3 miradas...3 dias]

[3 atardeceres que he visto a tu lado...3 sentimientos que afloran sin pensarlo]

[3 semanas que paso sin besarte...3 mesas detras de ti]


···3 palabras que decirte...



~I love you~


todos y cada uno, son los segundos que eternizas en mi recuerdo

Unnecessary life forms

Some days, I’m feeling tired, while others commit suicide. I stand here feeling hollow, while others just fall away, giving in to pain.

Sometimes you can’t help think, what it’s worth. If beating me down, into the ground, will have some reward. So you fall onto your knees and you scream a silent scream into the wind

As much as you pray, time won’t go away. A never ending motion, to all that is tasteless and useless. Overwhelming your life.

A life which is a lie, created from scratch, American T.V series and films. You wish you had a life, but remain with an illusion of that what you desire. Pure steel tainted gold with imagination and a sharp tongue.

Rain drops fall like angels tears, drowning small hopes of those who can’t look up to themselves. You think of another world. Another dream. You can’t face reality because you can’t do anything with your own. You scream.

You push the button in the office. Milk or Sugar? Life doesn’t go beyond that. It’s ability. A gift. To avoid living life like you.

The more they let you have the more you need. You don’t give a shit if your Grandma has a Gramola; you haven’t had enough in you life to appreciate the small things.
You used to know how to stare at sun light. Now you don’t even now how to open your eyes and you’re stuck in a permanent darkness. Where no one is, but you.

A blanket society covers your inspiration, blinding your tongue, deafening your eyes and censuring your eyes. Unfaithful to your own creativity. You used to stand for something. Now you’re on your hands and knees dig and saying ‘Please, please return my principles’

You try to enjoy a drive-in movie. You used to savour the colours, the people, and the screen. Now you find you can’t look out through your window. You are holding hands with the steering wheel, while the popcorn bucket keeps you company in the passenger seat.

Life used to mean something to you. Before you found yourself like this. Before life turned green. Before you couldn’t live without a T.V screen. Before you succumbed to greed

Nine Inches Under Bare Skin

My head is throbbing. My heart is pounding. My blood is racing through my veins. And inside of me something is calling. The world is swirling. Nobody understands me. I’m broken inside, every single bone…except for one, full of love. I have no soul to count on or depend.

Ethics has vanished, self-control has been banished, and decency has been ravished. Inside of me remains a dark cave, full of candle lit walls, who have cried onto the floor tears of white wax. Every word I mention, whispers underneath an accomplice. A lustful synonym, that escapes beneath my breath. Compassion is not a companion of the caresses that I seek. Fury, anger, sin, pain, desire…are sweet embers I seek.
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My heart lies perishing on the marble floor awaiting the final blow. The caverns light hushes off as the single mended bone, left in my body, keeps aside the life source of my existence.

‘Help me!!’ it cries.

Desire pours out of me, into the night. I know there is only one thing that works for me. Nightfall cloaks the shadow that approaches my dignity, as a bellowing cry fills the air.

‘Bring me my cure!’

There is no second opinion in this matter. I need to get a hold of your soul. I cannot control my own. My annihilation depends on it. My whole existence has gone. You can have my isolation. You can have my absence of faith. You can have my envy, my greed. You can have my silence. You can have my oppression and the hate that it brings. You can have my everything.

‘Just, take me closer to God’

I tear down my reason as tears slide down my cheek. I can’t keep it in. I don’t want to. The only thing that can get me better is you.

Pain rushes through me, while passion gushes out. You make me perfect, as I try not to think of somebody else. But that is what I want. You tie me down, forcing on me your penetrating eyes…and fingers. It’s your sex I can smell. It’s what makes me want to desire. I want to violate you. I want to complicate you. I want to feel you from the inside, until I understand; why you’re the reason I’m alive.

Through the forests, among the trees. Across the ocean, beneath the seas. I listen to snow flakes or the rustling leaves. Searching, always, for the sweet honey; between and just above your knees.