Reminds me of that sweet presence, that comforts deep inside like a warm kiss. Like the memories of that summer that you never lived yet it feels so real, so nostalgic.
Monday 8 November 2010
HOYS
Reminds me of that sweet presence, that comforts deep inside like a warm kiss. Like the memories of that summer that you never lived yet it feels so real, so nostalgic.
Sunday 7 November 2010
HOY ES DOMINGO 7.
Mi pecho es hondo, profundo. Cada suspiro se sale por los huecos que dejó lo que me carcomió el Corazón. La vida me tapa la boca con sus lujos inesperados y a la vez, como pago, me arrebata lo que me quedaba de espíritu. Talvez es la edad asentandose o mas bien escurriendoseme por los ojos. Talvez es el pecho, que alguna vez vacío, se llena de toxinas adictivas, de esas toxinas que caramelizan la sangre. Mi infusion venia con alcohol, tabaco seco, un poco de risa y muchas ideas voladas, ideas de jupa floja. Yo creo que ya sé como remendarla, pero él se me llevo el desatornillador.
Monday 1 November 2010
NR: DR
The other day I was trying to describe to my friend how I felt. I told her it was as if my life had been kept in glass and suddenly I was giving it to keep in my hands, and I was struggling with it, trying not to drop any of it, to waste it. I just thought it was actually a very accurate metaphor to describe how I felt. Non reader, dont read.
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