The days run short I feel the urge to squeeze the min… the silence grows and the emotions… the memories abound and the presen… little tenderness remains
Por tu pasado glorioso estoy dispuesto a olvidar este presente tan soso que te empeñas en brindar. Son muchas fotos que guardo
a blank line is all that remains.
Ven, tócame No me atravieses Como en los sueños Cuando te veo Ven agárrame, no me derritas
A steed with metal bind clasped in… A bit I seized as I acquiesced in… To kin in hearth and toil’s endeav… When the opportunity materialized, The purpose awakened,
I persist, unyielding, in my quest… For the ambrosia on your lips, the… Though weariness may approach, I… It’s a notion I’ve yet to let mys… Stumbles might mark my earnest str…
Lips that want to kiss I render t… a sign that heavens acted on your… or perhaps the bait the devils sen… to make you drop the compass you n… The snakes all living together
Si un gusano se hace amigo de un p… y una cabra amamanta a un tigrillo y una cascabel arrulla con su cola… y un machote tiene novia y aún no… Qué pasa cuando vengan los disgust…
In the century’s heart, where meta… Humanity’s flesh with iron entwine… Chasing dreams of eternity’s rooms… In the silent dance of the machine… Eyes that shimmer with the ghost o…
Have you ever felt apart from the… like you don´t fit in the puzzle a… Well, good you realize what it mea… Secrecy holds truition and intuiti… therefore attached I feel not
Soy esa polilla en llamas que con sus alas prendidas y en espiral de muerte contra la húmeda calle se estrella después de inútilmente implorar
On a desolate, pale shore, Facing skies cast in obsidian core… Encircled by a lifeless, roaring s… Stood a group of men, faces free, Gazing upon heavens unchanged,
117 06/10/2016 Humans are like caterpillars, It’s their souls they desire, So bright, so blue, That’s all they aspire.
Remaining you desire, departure yo… Unwelcome tidings, yet acceptance… Strong winds assail, high tides th… Duck beneath, find bliss, serenity… Not a mason of walls nor a fence’s…
And a dove arrived with grace, serving as his messenger, its trac… Who dispatched it on its flight, no one knew, or took the right? He teetered on the edge of despair…
