Hoy, 31 de Enero 2011




miércoles, 27 de abril de 2011

Humor me, would you?


¿De que voy?

Quiero saber que hay dentro de mi. Cada día soy diferente, cada segundo hago y deshago a mis anchas.
Quien soy en este mundo, solo Dios lo sabe. Me pierdo y lo siento, en el alma y mas profundo que en el alma me voy, no regreso, me quedo y me pierdo. Siento no volver y nacer, el alba me llama, halla voy caminando y resoplando. Extraño mi ser, esa energía que me envolvía a un cuerpo que ahora, es ageno a mi. Frío, tenso y lejano, así es mi conexión con este mundo. Quiero volver a ser, volver a encontrar eso, lo que se perdio. Lo que yo perdi, ya tiempo atras.

martes, 26 de abril de 2011

I want to be able to say it...

Oh what is a man
What has he got
If not himself
Then he has not
To say the things
He truly feels
And not the words
Of someone who kneels
The record shows
I took the blow
And did it my way
It was my way

Are we the typical average?

“Las personas promedio ven sin observar, oyen sin escuchar, tocan sin sentir, se mueven sin consciencia fsica y hablan sin pensar”
Leonardo da Vinci
“I want everything - all of it,”
                                                  Sophia Loren

La promesa de ITALIA

dolce Gusto

Una ragazza così sola. E 'un crimine!


lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

Velvet Rough Look
Perfect 4 a Velvet Warm Day...
If I could put into images how I think a fallen angel would look like...
This is the nearly aproximation I've got.
(Alias: Patch in Hush, hush)
Warm Velvet Afternoon
Sense me.

I wanna scream
say it aloud
Open my mouth
and pronounce
your name
over and over again
Knowing you
are kms apart
I want you
to hear me
Not with your ears
but your heart
your senses
your dreams
Yes, I want  to be
in your dreams
just as you are on mine.

Hepburn Fear

You call yourself a free spirit, a ‘wild thing,’ and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Sing 4 me

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
and, lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.
                                                                                       Leonard Cohen, “Stories of the Street”


Hoy mi musa es el Sol, ardiente con su esplendor me ha traido fantaseando todo el día.  ¿Fantaseando con que? Les comparto un poco de lo que hay en mi mente...

viernes, 22 de abril de 2011

Anda, atrévete
Sabes que 
¿Lo sabes, verdad?
¿Que haces para
Quizá debas
pasarme el dato
Así, no me llevarias ventaja.


How precious the dreams
where we’re dancing together.
How perfect my sleep.
                Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

kinda miss u

I wanna have my guilty pleasure moments with you.
Endless late night conversations...


Who am I?


Colors of mine

Ce pas

I hear and I forgot. I see and I remember. I do and I understand."
                                                                                                            Mr. Chichester

miércoles, 20 de abril de 2011

“To live in the hearts we leave behind is to never die.”
Carl lives on.

MMMMAAAH by singsinatra · 365 Project

MMMMAAAH by singsinatra · 365 Project

Earth Day: Give Earth a Hand

Date: APRIL 22
Mission: USE: http://www.blackle.com/ AS HOMEPAGE & SEARCH ENGINE
Imagine if the world did it, even if it was just for a day... How many watts, electricity, and carbon dioxide we could save? GIVE EARTH A HAND.


Think in what you are doing to help each other.
Think in all what you could do to help each other.
Think in all what we are not doing to help each other...
Lets not waste it, lest not waste all our potential.
Lets help each other today, now.

This April 22, help our Earth.
Lets help each other.
Simple, small things can make a big change.
Lets make it happen.

lunes, 18 de abril de 2011

Walking through the line.

I tend to be attracted to mystery, danger, adrenaline, nerves, wrongness... All the things I should be avoiding.
And I ask myself why my life is so complicated, there it is my answer.
I like to think of myself as an innate femme fatale.

But to the contrary, usually I don’t know what I am getting myself into.


Le he mandado un msje vía móvil.
He lanzado un msje vía sentidos.
Me han contestado mi msje vía móvil.
Pero sigo esperando la respuesta de los sentidos...

Un nuevo Yo...

You will never know how deep my mind is.
You can try, but you'll never get it right.
Thomas Merton said that when ambition ends, happiness begins. Then, if this comes to be true, I think I am never going to be happy. I am always desiring, dreaming, wanting and imagining better things when dreams come true. There is always more… Much more.

Omn, delight to life

The road
the stars
the night
and Wanderlust
upon my feet.
I’m glad
to leave
to roam the streets of the world
-Tyler Knott Gregson-

I express, I feel.

I’ll love you with words and kiss you in sentences.Our love will write us.
I let myself lose control.
I wanted this.
We wanted this.
I waned it so bad.
I couldn't think on
tomorrow, wouldn't dare
to think of tomorrow.
It was meant to be,
meant to be at least in the

We tangled, kissed, touched...
We savor with pleasure.
The wine, consumed our fears
and let free our desires.
We own the time,
we own ourselves,
we crown our instincts.
We were all we talked we would be together...
Sparkling dust light, Steady red elixir, Steamy obligue of life, Good mixed with evil we were.
We still are...

Stories...Ficcion... Reality...Dreams.

The door was left open
Windows fall ajar
Desire hurts, waits, roars... stares
Dark almond eyes, my eyes
Piercing my few good intentions
or what was left of them...
Malicious smile that I recite.
I had created many longing moments between us...
My dreams disolve between reality
I can't distinguish what was real and what's not...
Past Lives
I was torn apart and my heart was racing so fast. I could never let myself be an instrument of someone else’s motifs. I deceive the proposal. A girl, an agreement, a match that had to be unchained... The year 1565 and love was defined as a condescending attitude. Where were passion, reasoning and independence in love?
I was not anyone’s property. His... I already was his, not a "thing", but his everything. He was the one who opened up all the feelings that led to remorse now. He was the one who filled my heart with hopes and wings of something more. I could not be anyone's but his... Escape, run, hide. Hope for him to find me...

Present Moments
I couldn't breathe, I try to pretend I was in control, but the truth was that my heart was pumping so loud and my pores were screaming of pleasure at the touch of his skin. I was losing any sense of coherent attachment to time, space and place. It was the first summer I understood what a summer love was...But the fact was that it started much earlier, growing stronger to explode in summer... It was as if we hadn’t stopped talking, or seeing each other. It was so powerful, beyond my strength…

martes, 12 de abril de 2011

Never NEVER afraid of what is next...

Necesito un trago, cargado claro...

¿Me acompañas?

Devil Life and Destiny the Bitch vs. Neutral Nature
I wonder who would win today…

No siento dolor.

When you win, nothing hurts.
When you lose, the pain becomes part of you.
If you lose enough times, you just stop feeling.

Una storia di amore, passione e sospetti

Hoy... no quiero nada
Tengo ganas de llenarme de un abismo en perdición.
Quiero caer, quiero hacerte caer primero
Que sientas que fuiste tú quién incito
Yo quien sucumbió
Me da igual si mañana la vergüenza me mata el alma
Hoy quiero dejar todo afuera
No sentir nada y a nadie sintiendo todo contigo...
Perderme en un viaje salvaje
Arrebatos escondidos e instintos oprimidos
Hazme caer y podría dejarte
Descubrir cada rincón de mis placeres
Cicatrices y lunares escondidos
Donde siempre imaginaste que estuvieron...
Hoy... no quiero nada, solo tengo ganas.
Ganas que te dejes caer.

If I could express what fills me...


Right now
I smell
like old
My hands
with tired
and broken
Right now
I smell
like paragraphs
and one too many

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

It’s not denial. I’m just selective about the reality I accept.
— Bill Watterson

lunes, 11 de abril de 2011

Non la tua vita da vivere

Do you ever fell that some things are really wrong in life. That somehow what you are living does not make sense at all, like in some strange way someone came and stole your dreams, hopes, energy, your mojo and all that made you feel complete in a individual sense.
You’re living someone else’s life. Every piece fells out of place, not matching. You just know, know that you are missing your own life. You feel, you were left in the middle of someone else’s mess, left in chaos to try to fix someone’s life, not yours. A life where everything is made to be broken.

viernes, 8 de abril de 2011

Once more

I know, I know I am capable
If you let me hang out a little longer
I won´t let you fall
You never gona be alone
Again I can promise that
Days, weeks, years
Time is getting past
I wanna be with you
See the world and travel along
Our lives just as one
I won´t let you fall
If you let me hang out a little longer
You won´t want to let me go.