Deja vú

It seems I always end up in the same old place

Like I've seen it all before and though I try not to I make the same mistakes.

Who's playing a trick on me?
Suddenly I turn around...Haven't I done it all before?

A l'intrieur de mon esprit

A repetition

J'avais tout vecu prcedemment

Je fais toujours les memes erreurs

Ca revient sans arret

Encore et pareilles

mental breakdown

...a complete state of tiredness (dont even know if that word exists)... feeling slumberous (dont even know if that word is spelled that way)...after spending so many hours highspeeding brain function im done, besides this coffee-sugar based diet is having some impact in my already weakened body
Im so fucked off that i cannot even think about questioning  "that", if it is worthy, if it is true, if is redeeming, if u can demand it.

i want to get any conclusion but this time im over, fortunately next sunday next week i'll be celebrating summer freedom

sing me a lullaby "summertime" because tonigh its going to be a hard night

wish u good night

So far I can say that my best nights are those in which I slept in your arms so I could feel your music within myself

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