- In constant turmoil -

- In constant turmoil - A place where some of my words can play hide and seek.
For now its an empty room, and they dont fit in my backpack. Im counting you->

You.

Siento que fluyes por mi cuerpo, pero no eres sangre, no eres tan vital. Siento que no me dejas dormir, ya muchas veces. Y cuándo por fin me dejas, nunca tienes la decencia de aparecer en los sueños. Siento que eres materia, que mis brazos buscan fundirse en ti. Siento que eres luz, y aun así me encuentro en esta oscuridad. la verdad ya no se que eres… Ya no se quien eres… Solo sé que de alguna forma, te necesito todavía.

hands

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. “

Puzzle

But you broke me so badly, there are no pieces left to put in place.

Voices

Don’t listen to me, boy.

I’m just an old soul, carrying some voices.

Listen the voices… the ones that whisper, the ones that screech.

Can you listen them, boy?

Take your gun, leave this town…. make them run.

They are alive, boy

but they are so quiet… 

Why don’t you make them join the voices, boy?

Why don’t you make them… stop.

You need a reason for my silence? You need an even better reason for my words.

A veces la mejor cualidad es cumplir siempre las promesas.

A veces el mayor defecto, es cumplir siempre las promesas.

Sufro de ambos….

…Y nosotros dos teniamos una promesa.

 “All men are not created equal. Some are born swifter of foot, some with greater beauty. Some are born into poverty; others are born sick and feeble. Both in birth and upbringing in shear scoop of ability that, every human is inherently different! Yes, that is why people discriminate against one another, which is why there is struggle, competition, and the unfaltering march of progress! Inequality is not wrong, equality is!”


-Emperor Charles zi Britannia (Code Geass)

Reasons.

Verás amigo,

No sé si dejé de escribir porque dejé de sentir…

..O  si dejé de sentir porque dejé de escribir.

Igual, no lo entendrías, porque ni yo lo hago.

Pero volveré un día, a contarte que pasó, cuando las palabras dejen de tenerme en exilio.

Y la conocía tanto, que ya habia tomado el veneno antes de preguntarle si se casaría con él.

Tiempo, porque no podemos ser algo más.

Imagina que somos solo tiempo.

Imagina que soy una hora, y que tu eres un minuto.

No es porque seas más pequeña, es simplemente porque conformas cada parte de mí.

Imagina que puedas detenerte. Que puedas detenerlo todo.

Por qué lo harías?, Por quién lo harías?

Imagina que te digo que somos tiempo perdido.

Solamente porque nos detendremos en distintos momentos, en distintos relojes, por distintos motivos, y por distintas personas.

Imagina que somos tiempo, y que yo ya me detuve.

Exactamente un minuto.

/this is turning into something it wasn’t meant to…but sometimes words doesn’t flow so easily..

and i guess now you are a backup of my drawings…

/this is turning into something it wasn’t meant to…

but sometimes words doesn’t flow so easily..

and i guess now you are a backup of my drawings…