April 2010
Great times with this. Hahahaha, the 90's... →
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Inconsciente
Carajo, dejame pensar…
quiero comer queso.
Y fumarme un cigarro.
Y que la vida pase sin dolor, talvez de una manera inesperada.
Talvez de una manera inconsciente.
Con un vino o una cerveza en la mano, pero en la mano te digo.
Llevando todo a la boca, de donde entra tu voz y sale la mia.
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A silly poem.
Torrid night, filled with emptiness Pasta me. My soul is dry and listless Marinara me. My body aches for a long lost touch Orgasm me. You make a joke in the middle of sex. You use the big voice. You are in a silly mood today. So am I. Please excuse me. YOU. You all of the above ME.
(é seu. é meu)
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“You are your enemy, your best friend. Getting to know yourself is the scariest...”
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Dust
The dust beneath. My feet. Swipes me again, like glitter from a pretty charm. Your neck. Dear Prince, hold me tight. Blowing into the wind, caress my heart. Never ending story telling, I hear your voice. The dust beneath. My feet. Follows you there.
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From a letter I once wrote...
“No matter how much you are there, how much you love. Life is all about moments. We can just get up and create new ones. We can move on, move in, move forward, but no matter what, we cannot move back.” — Gabby.
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Alive
I really thought you were alive. Hey, hey, step back. For someone that speaks out loud, you sure can keep things in.
I really thought the world sometime would come together. Right now, it floats around. For a place that we call home this sure is broad.
I really though you were smiling. For God’s sake, take my hand. For it just being an uncontrollable feeling, this sure feels good.
You...
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