we might be dogs astray...

...or something worse, astray is not exactly a word that can describe cataclysm. We are so lost and the lack of definition is leading us no nonsense…though we still have the sunny skies than can give us the illusion that we are free

Otro jueves como todos los demás, el cielo despejado, morado, sin estrellas. Me pregunto si podré ir a la cama sin está sensación de desequilibrio

Face to face, in the cage of time, this time there’s no escape, coz nobody knows how trapped we are

El agua está a punto de terminarse, no quiero levantarme por más. Aquí estoy bien

The triumphant freedom of a thousand fates evaporates in the sight of those who arise the question

A oBscuras escribiendo y no sabiendo como se mueven los dedos, hacia donde van, ni de donde surge el impulso por oprimir las teclas, paras un momento...

And the persecutor appears, was just within ourselves

tonight...........summer

tonight i got no place to sleep.............. bed is messy....... and i really need to sleep but I've got to workkkkkkkkkkkkk. Summertime, sing me a lullaby "Summertime"

pouvon-nous vivre après un rêve qui a parlé de la mort?

The last dream was about death, there was blood everywhere, and mud and dark waters. The pale skin that was sinking stop shining and the clear blue eyes were closed. I woke up with the sensation as if it was me who prevented him to go out from the consuming waters or..... sth worse. But was just a dream anyway.......and old dream that seems so real every time i think about it........
Well, the weird thing was that i've never heard of him anymore. I used to believe he was still alive, but now Im not that sure. I havent felt him for a while but this is the first time I face it. A friend made me think of u.... it's weird, isn't it? specially because he had his own childhood love story

like water in a river

Just flow, that's what i've been thinking and preaching last days... and have been good days, good things are around me. The question is if i'll be able to bear and preach the same when the storm comes...hope it does not

quiero...

...estar en la discoteca Freedom

escuchar Clan of Xymox en la discoteca Freedom

escuchar November de Clan of Xymox en la discoteca Freedom

que sean los años 80 y que yo esté ahí para escuchar November de Clan of Xymox en la discoteca Freedom

now what???

It is too soon to say that it is the end...though I'm foreshadowing it.

Maybe it is just my always negative attitude towards life. Hope not. It is really funny, the monomania and the anxiety attacks came back... Since music is not helping this time i got three options: painting, dancing ooooooorrr the emo action that seems to promise a relief.

At least tomorrow I expect to distract myself with the always amusing "facu de lenguas environment"... I was starting to miss it . Sometimes I want to come back.

del... y otros demonios o así es como comienza el otoño

It seems that the more interesting stuff happens around me the less i wanna write it. I find it overwhelming. And these two weeks have been a mortal combination of happiness, madness, sadness and intense feelings.

Sisyphus its me and the rock is all my demons that come and go and unfortunately this days have been surrounding me and filling my head with dangerous thoughts...again.

At least this time I have not enough strenght to open the skin of my wrist and pull them out. I kinda find another way to get rid of them. Painting seems to help, does it? and this way people won't bother me again with the "emo" adj.

Now what? what do I need? what do I want? what do I have? It seems life gave me something I really wanted. But for how long? I feel how it's going... I feel as if i just got it to increase my stamina and then lose it roughly...some kind of stupid joke. But as the little creeper survivor branches that are attached with all their strenght to the wall rock in cold winter, I will remain attached to what I got.


Though I must not forget: We are all pawns on this hopeless chessboard.