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    January 13

    Soy yo tratando

    In the middle of the night

    Or may be the beginning

    Is the sun up?

    I don’t know but the brightness is blinding me

    Or is the moon down?

    And the world eclipsed

    The reality is what I chose to see

    Shall I believe?

    Don’t you see how far I believed in you?

    I see the tips of my fingers,

    Yeah, right now when I look down

    The window is soaking wet of moist,

    The music so laud that I can feel it in my skin vibrating.

    You are out, I am in…and I thought about writing to myself a letter.

    Playing hide and seek with the keyboard

    “They” went out to have dinner

    “You” sing in between “his” surroundings and the cards

    “I” stayed in, somewhere in here, thinking of you

    The nails scratch the slight skin

    Thin above it

    Hard underneath

    (Do not tell anyone, it is so easy to hurt me)

    I m still alive, as I eat and sleep, and need your touch

    I always need your touch. It is something that I completely adore.

    I can sleep every night, but only rest when you have your arms around me.

     

    And again the world eclipsed

    Asking for questions I am giving away the answers

    Of many things I don’t understand nor crack

    And if “difficult” is a word

    I still don’t know how to elucidate it

    It’s harder than I thought

    And even hard for I see you don’t get it.

    Is the sun up again? Damn! I have to wake up one more time…

    Fuck this! Leave me inside the bed, hiding in between the blankets

    I can not feel part.

    And I swear I am trying

    Maybe I got tired of try and not make it

    Maybe I am getting dry of swimming in the outsider

    Welcome me, and I need to feel home

    Something familiar, please I beg you!

    Hello, hello? Hola…?

    Where are you?

    Donde esta Mara?

    And the fingers hurt as much as my back and my unknown future.

    My tomorrow that hangs by your hands

    Don’t look aside

    I m here in front you

    Hello? Hello… oh these are tears falling

    I swear I am trying

    Please don’t ignore me

    Don’t censure me

    Don’t deny me.

    Is me, you know?

    Yeah, you know. You fell in love with ME.

    Soy yo realmente tratando.

     

     

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    Leon Pickenswrote:
    thansk for returning the visit and the comments, thats cool
    Jan. 31
    Leon Pickenswrote:
    nice space like the write did you do it?
    Jan. 30
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    VidaDMierda wrote:
    " LA MUJER DE NEGRO "

    Ella esta echa de pelo, hueso y pequenos dientes
    Y de otras cosas que no puedo hablar
    Parece un juguete estropiado
    La columna vertebral es solo una cuerda
    Envolvi mi odio en todo este papel de plata
    Apretado como patas de arana
    Nunca quize echarlo a perder
    Pero las moscas siempre pondran sus huevos
    Descarga en mi tu odio
    Has de mi la cabeza tu victima
    Nunca creiste en mi
    Soy tu titere
    Demonios con alas de angel
    Cojiendo a Cristo
    Si duele, dimelo
    Preserva la inocencia
    Nunca quize que acabara asi

    Pero las moscas pondran sus huevos.
    Jan. 17

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