Monday, 7 September 2009
Saturday, 11 July 2009
song without melody
but send me far away.
In the other side of the world...
here is nothing I can understand.
And you scape, and I scape to the south to hibernate,
although I want to stay with cold to warm up with your hugs.
And I take off and stick to your pores that don't stop crying.
There's no life. There's no dreams...
today they drown near the shore.
Your footprint get lost with the waves
the world reverses and becomes in an end without begin.
I can't understand why your hands don't let mines
and why your hands fly taken other hands.
that even know you like be touch lightly with the thumb.
The time just put everybody in their places,
but send me far away.
In the other side of the world... in the front of this street,
here is nothing I can understand.
Friday, 3 July 2009
start again
Coming back means to be trapped in the past and staying means to lose a piece of me in each moment. Milano hasn't dusks like Cotillo, not even has dusks. It's full of humanoids who walk fast and make noise everytime. I can't listen that silence that I like so much and with the one that I can say everything. Here is not the soulmate who with time forgets my past that I deny to leave out.
She also can say everything with silence although her mind is turning off.
Monday, 29 June 2009
no title
¿No te ha pasado nunca que suceden tantas cosas a tu alrededor que se te rompe el corazón al no poder retenerlas todas?
Monday, 22 June 2009
give me chocolate please!
Fortunately, somebody invented yoga to compensate and chocolate to forget.
Più cioccolato per favore!
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
morphine
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
meanwhile, I’ll go in airlift
When I was a child, I wanted to be Willy Fog
go around the world in 80 days.
And going in a submarine.
To run around in a bike,
and flying in a hot-air.
Nobody told me I would need a Visa,
and if I tried to cross the limits in hot-air
I’ll be shot.
That in the world we live
it’s impossible to cross the frontiers.
…Meanwhile, I’ll go in airlift…