La noche, celosa, se robó a la luna

La noche se convierte, lentamente, en mi peor enemigo
Un castigo contra reloj al que todos estamos condenados
Un hechizo del tiempo, un cruel desengaño
Una apuñalada al pecho
Todos en la fila, esperamos un turno

La noche me acaricia lentamente
Mientras goza viendo como me desangro
Me besa y me arrebata el sueño
La noche sabe bien, sabe a ti
Sabe a dolor, a lágrimas, a sangre y a traición

La noche conoce su poder
Conoce mis límites, mis debilidades
Sabe que me es imposible decirle que no
inútil huir, estúpido evitarla
La noche sabe a tí

Ayer me hicieron llorar...

Tengo en mis manos muchos globos, de miles de colores, hay azules, rojos, amarillos, blancos y uno que otro negro.

Me tomó poco más de un año recolectarlos todos.

Fué difícil, pero ah. ¡cómo me divertí!... Aunque, también crecí.
Crecí porque algunos globos no eran como los otros, unos me hicieron enojar y otros me hicieron llorar mientras los recogía.

Hoy, tengo en mis manos muchos, muchos globos; he soltado algunos en el camino, pero aún quedan muchos más.

No quiero soltarlos, porque para mí significan como un premio, un premio por el esfuerzo que hice por conseguirlos...


Pero, me dí cuenta que para tener globos nuevos necesito soltarlos, necesito dejarlos ir. Nadie puede tener más globos cuando ya tienes las manos ocupadas, y, para poder recoger nuevos necesito abrir las manos y por consiguiente dejar ir esos globos.

Es cierto, los recuerdos de mis miles de globos no se irán, ni aunque recoja y suelte mis globos un millón de veces más; y, es cierto, también, que eso es lo padre, y lo que me hace crecer...

Carajo, como duele crecer.

Hoy te libero, abro mis manos y dejo volar estos globos, que, inutilmente traté de tener por siempre, nunca fueron mios, y nunca lo van a ser; déjalos volar.

Déjalos ir.

Eveything's the same

Te seguiré esperando, si.

... But I won't do it awake anymore.

First emotional breakdown (Part II)

Dear stranger:

This is me again.

I just want you to know that, no matter what i tell my friends... No.
I'm so not over you, and maybe I wont be in a long time, if there's one thing I've learned is to be honest, at least with myself.

You meant... You mean so much to me it is hard to let you go.
You are really, very special, and I know you shure know it, you'll never be alone (don't get me wrong, is not what I want) but, the thing is that you are someone really special, I never thought someone could make me feel that happiness; please, PLEASE, make someone else feel that way, it will be worth it.
Take a risk, take a chance on loving, take a chance on falling.
It's worth it.
I can tell.

First emotional breakdown

Whoa.... this is all just huge and new, i'd never felt this emptiness.. i kinda wonder if it IS normal that i'm feeling so weird, its funny cuz, i only feel like that when i'm alleine.. oder, when i see you post something to mes amis...

I still don't (and maybe will never) understand, why you kept it on, with me, you know?, when you knew it was over.. i guess it's nice to be unconditionally loved (not that that was what i used to do with you)... or, maybe... no!, you're not the kind of person who feels guilty about anyone.

Why didn't you dump me when it was about time?..

Im not bipolar, but i'm glad you didn't.. cuz i wouldn't have gotten to kiss you, or even REALlY meet you... touch you, breathe you, hold your hand, meet your parents, your frends, your house, your room, your car, your bed.. the beach, that night.. the sound of the waves, the heat inside and outside...

#I'matellmyselftosleep that.. things happen for a reason, right?

We weren't meant to be... and now its clear to me, and, aganist everything i believe in and i say.. i still care about you, and i still miss you, no.. i miss the immage of you, i miss the person i thought you were #thingsitellmyselftosleep...

Anyway... Fuck you

#herecomesbipolaragain

I love you

Solo quiero alguien a quien decirle "te quiero"

No hay más que decir

Dear me:

Hello there, how'ya been doing?.. Seems to me quite wrong, based on the things i've seen lately.
Well dude, if you'll allow me, I'ma tell you a couple of things you need to know and, why not?, change:

- First of all; you need to stop smoking, either that or really cut the tobacco daily doze, seriously, it wont take you anywhere, and besides, no one likes smeling like an ash tray

- What the fuck is it between you and booze?, has it become a need already? can't you have fun without it?, fuck it. I don¡t get you

- Let me also tell you that you have quite disappointed me with your sudden weed-curiosity; and not only me, but your parents as well, and God knows who else will be disappointed. Why the fuck did you do that?, what were you thinking?

- Is there a special reason why you aint excercising anymore?, don't you know it is good for your health?, for you?

- Deine mädchen (if you, #masochist, still wanna call her like that).
Well dude, things happen, that's just life, sometimes you break a heart and sometimes they break your's.
Really, I'm asking you this seriously, not only for your mental, but for your physical health.
She's not good for you anymore, I mean, I'm really glad it happened and it was amazing while it lasted, but now it is over. And you have to face it, don't be the usual coward this time.
Let it go, let her go... For you, it's not so bad doing a selfish thing every once in a while.
Ican't promise it wont hurt,but, you'll see... Es ist für die beste.

Ok?

I love you
You deserve it to be a better person.

Nuevo miembro en la familia

Bueno, este pequeñín es nada menos que el nuevo integrante de mi familia... De hecho es hembra... De hecho se llama Maya... y de hecho, no importa mucho como se llame, porque sé que a final de cuentas le diré:

"Animal"

... Creo que ya la quiero n.n ...
Sólo se te ocurre empezar a ladrar, bestia del mal, y te cambiaré por un pez!! ¬¬