Tuesday, March 31, 2009
...no story ever told
could say anything i haven't heard before.
do i need a change or is all of this just a lie?
i'm not playing along anymore.
still breaking down and making things up.
still watching you go blind everytime.
[07 11 08]
did you turn the music off already?
i'd rather keep quiet laying on the floor.
really it's all about how you do what you want
and how you let them know what you want.
it's really about nothing else
than trying to find some balance between the way it's alright for you
and the way you don't feel alone.
there are always songs and mirrors
and homes and roads.
contradiction, and then it's not.
in time i only get bored.
i only find better ways to avoid what i need.
find a better word as i forget how to speak.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
renuncio a mí.
puedo escucharte y moverme a tu ritmo.
el viento atraviesa mis manos y mi sombra.
me escondí bajo tus ojos,
pero nunca llorarás por mí.
(cuando me mires no me vas a ver caer.
y ahora que me encontrás acá- )
la luz atraviesa mis manos y mi sombra.
la tuya se escondió bajo mis ojos,
pero nunca me verás soñar
ni te darás cuenta al desaparecer.
Friday, March 20, 2009
how much, how many times.
more, less, in and out.
sometimes never all the time.
[19 03 09]
please come back, nox whispered.
of course they wouldn't listen.
she hit herself against the floor.
embrace the void.
embrace the empty.
when i am gone i'll leave no bones, no dust, no death, no love, no home;
and all of this
is nothing nothing nothing-