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Túneles

(I Called her again and again, But Something WAS missing)

Then I realize, it WAS only in the light echoes
Then she talk, Then I walked, and then ...
just in time ... She flew away

accurate
Two steps, or perhaps more, that's where he lost the certainty, and two consecutive steps culminating in the unleashing of their first vision was a delusional construction of a river, flowing rivers dry, rivers receding stealing water clarity. Not given to the steps, stared into the abyss of the river and floating stones in the bottom of his vision.

lost five minutes once you were given, and walking understood and gave the space that had won, and walked in his voice shivering in the heat of the light of day that housed his footsteps away, withdrew view of the horizon and landed on the bottom of a glass that remained immovable, and over and over and over again and remained floating listening as it fell and was falling, while hovering.

And the only thought that went through the clouds was an impact sound of his footsteps silent sound of the wind settled.

'll travel in your dreams

39 Weeks And Doctor Stretched My Cervix

Summer Rain

We are the lost generation

"Do not risk the life I said a suicide"
-pardon the rhyme, I swear that there will be no-

Tonight, we Were drunk and stoned, society dropouts, kings and queens
, pero outsiders in Our kingdom. Before We Were
lost, Before, Before,
Before what? Before, Before what?
before plunging before face reality,
before hitting the pavement beneath the bridge.
We were lost before we were in the decay curve announced.

We shed blood, we shed tears, But we share anything at all,
Withdrawn Cowards pushing buttons without looking into each others eyes,
drinking'n smoking, without speaking
Chickenshits, consistent with lowering the head, New Age losers, Addicts
"Everything is OK", we are all happy,
We're a happy family, me, mom and daddy, I want to party and easy formulas


Tonight we need drugs and booze, we need "I-am -feeling-alive "pills,
to carry on.
're Going Through the dawn, surfacing Through the darkness, to escape
good rather than preconceived reality for us,
immersed in these "drugs" and the bottles of booze "to make us strong.
and invent a reality, "wannabe" where we are afraid to feel alone, isolated
, outsiders, clochards, dripping with his blood in exchange for socializing without communicating. We need those excuses to play mirages "Mirage."

kiss A mirage, a mirage of approach, a Mirage of disposable love,
a one night stand and the illusion that having a good time is to be happy.
mirage Saturday night, or Friday 3 AM, and the excuses for not mourn

And cry, baby, Do not drop tears in vain. because when the whole effect is over, you'll
be back, with a happiness hangover and Wishing to be dead, or at least drunk again. stoned again, and out of this place you

angst ... again But do not worry, the weekend you'll be out again, and forget for another 4 hours are not more than a generation x outsider, a little piece of shit who does not know how to move in a disposable world.

Blueprints On A Kitchen Island

Sin espacios

In my daring raid by the absurd places,
am nothing more than a ghost looking for a scar
why strain my silence in your dreams.

And maybe sleep calmly in your lap,
again and again while I hide in corners
of a world that neither know.

Among the contours of a time waiting, looking


may be and make me a word that emulates

rapt silence with which I look;
from which to attempt ASIRT with some speed.

and awakening time and time again,
or invading a world that may disappear,
seek incessantly to annihilate
closing eyes appear in a place I do not know-
pledging again jump into the void,
with the fear of crashing into the ground again
of your bare feet.

Back at infinity, the slope of the fall, feeling a presence
I
empty for a moment, you get to see in absent light and dark-

and noise, and frequency of your voice, my presence
undulating magnetism warm breath blind. In an instant
swirling around me,
-around my ghostly presence, appear,
and embrace my being ethereal, and I can not flee,
encuntra me and if I run into you.
-not-want to run away more