May 24th
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May 24th
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"Midnight passed already; tears are hanging as turquoise diamonds, my hands lost the value to hold them again. I’ve been rescued by pillows, wishing I could convert happy and fragile memories into pearls and give them to you. Where did all this went? It concluded at the same time when the stars died, that night there were no stars. The bad inside my words blaming your attitude, it’s late to take them back, I was hurt my friend. By today the coldness made the last leaf fall, all I can sing is names. A flower is fading, dead at the corner, I remember it looked so beautiful at the store, one, two, three weeks in a row, above all I brought it, today it’s dead at day 3. This is the story of how I lost essence, and my flower."
May 21st
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"…be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else’s idea of yourself should be."
Henry David Thoreau (via palides)
May 17th
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May 15th
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Tonight I’ll slow down my pace for the listeners
the sound of the crickets make me sickas if I were by your side.. not listening
it’s a young lady who asks a place to be brighten
a never ending circle around your neck
infinite playlists to make history
I can’t run away this time..you got me hard but instead there’s no one
blank page in the hands of a forestthe attention and caring is aside
my heart runs faster than everit’s gone…nobody takes a gun to play a world war III
promise me, another bird stepping on my doorbell
happens again as if past.. we are not humans
cramps over my eyesthe need of yourself thinking of nothing
no one, they are therepick up the seeds of a life and destroydestroy the darkness, your arms
again the fear of wondering…I feel fucked up.

May 15th
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May 15th
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Cerrar una puerta
Y Dejar que ambos lados sepan a espacio
La noche no tenga tiempo ni minutos
Fuerte y claro el sol sin su gris
Porque pierdo en tu juego
Un propósito de cien mil hojas de otoño
Y no encontrar preguntas sin sueños
Dejé caer la ultima centella
Pelearon con dragones e ideales
Perdí la razón por su abrazo
Con sabor complejo y tantas vueltas
Quédate aquí..
Para que en la nada y con la presencia del ser
Volvieron a mí, por eso vuelvo conciente
alreves que sea el matiz
Realidad, climas plurales
Una línea en blanco.