jueves, 27 de enero de 2011
martes, 25 de enero de 2011
I'm bleeding, not in blood, but in dreams , they all drink from me; eager for an ecstasy that only a genius like me would reach.
[25/01/11 09:15 am]
domingo, 23 de enero de 2011
I don't know what to do, I feel trapped in a heartless wonderland, that puts me on my knees and forces me to keep on begging for a better day, for the day a dream can actually come true. I stare at myself in the mirror , and the light in my eyes fades out, and then I cry , and the tears lighten up this darkness , like little flames of life.
Heartless wonderland.... the land that enjoys giving me hope , just to take it away , breaking and tearing me apart, I'm strong, I've always been, but sometimes I sit in the darkness, and break down.
I'm getting tired of waiting for the day where being pure at heart, will bring me happiness.
sábado, 22 de enero de 2011
Pero mi viejo corazón , incluso abollado y fuera de mi cuerpo, me hace soñar más que el nuevo...
miércoles, 19 de enero de 2011
martes, 18 de enero de 2011
Not away, because there is no such place
Because if there was, I would have found it by now
Because it’s easier to run(…)
Because the thing I fear cannot be escaped, eluded, avoided, hidden from, protected from, gotten away from(…)
And because you’re going to see me run soon and because you’re going to know why I’m running then.
- Gil Scott-Heron
martes, 11 de enero de 2011
I loved you once upon a dream and I followed you into that dream until I couldn’t find the light and I could no longer fight, and I lost all control…and that is when, I believe, this thing called love came about. I met it quickly and oh, so suddenly in that dream that I barely knew what had hit me. Now, as I look back on the time we shared that I cherished so, my mind is flooded by your memory…
I remember the kitchen and the hours we spent there, the nights sky and the fields and the crisp air off the seas and your fingers in my hair…I remember you; there, next to me.
I remember how I wrapped myself around you . And most of all…I remember my heart, and how it felt beside yours and how they seemed to beat as one, and all the while I remember thinking that it could never be done. You, me, our life together, our happiness.
What could shake it? I remember it so clearly as if it has only just begun. Or as if it was a dream I have only just woken from. All I know is I see you, everywhere. In my hair, in my clothes, in my bed, on my floor, on the sofa next to me at night, in my mind.
And that’s how I know you were real…I see you and I miss you. I miss you with such fervor that I feel as though I can’t take a deep enough breath. I want to move on but you're there, in every corner, every space. The life we loved, it’s all there. I want to walk away into the lonely abyss and leave your memory behind but I see now that’s not an option, it never was.
My only option is you, is us…and my only way of visiting that is in my dreams.
I’ll love you always and forever and miss you even longer .
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night