Thursday, April 30, 2009


don't believe in what you see,
i'm not here

i'm mist
dust from the clouds
flying through the sky and ready to drown

"how do you deal with it?"
i'm letting it stay
while i'm the one who's gone away

i don't feel heavy i don't feel sick
my bones aren't broken my muscles aren't too tight
i'm alright
i'm free
don't forget me

buried in sand i don't need air to breathe
go out look at the nightsky
drift into the waves
buried in water i don't need air to breathe
don't believe in what you see

i'm shattered,
i'm wind and leaves and sparkling white
i can't remember your voice
and how you used to steal mine
i don't know how to walk and the thirst is gone

still i feel shivers down my spine
don't forget me
when i get carried away
i don't know who i used to be

under the clouds
when i feel the earth in my feet sometimes
i don't believe in what i see
a blink, don't forget me
i'm not who i used to be

Friday, April 24, 2009


i can't really do this alone,
so just go.

you don't wanna see me fall,
so take me home.

Thursday, April 23, 2009


love a little less, want a little less, need a little more.
play less but add a few more tricks.

frail behind the stained glass.
no song to be heard,
no story to be read
behind a million words.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


"did you miss me?", she said, staring into the abyss.
standing on the edge.
i'd almost forgotten the scars on my feet.

the city is not that far.
i can hear the noise. the screaming.

maybe i need to make some of my own.
back home.




keep your eyes open.

Monday, April 20, 2009

[07? 04 09]

"subirme al tren del mundo". hoy.
pequeños pasos que me guíen.
nada ni nadie es lo mismo todo el tiempo,
pero ahí están.

cuando nos movemos arrastramos un mundo con nosotros.




ésta es la historia de cómo busco otra mejor para contar.

Saturday, April 18, 2009


sábanas pesadas.
humo en el placard.
lo físico, lo químico,
lo verdadero y lo falso.

no quiero ser para hacer.
no quiero hacer para ver cómo se ve.

máscaras de terciopelo.
jugo de naranja con limón.

una vez que está allí,
sólo le pones otro nombre.

burbujas de cristal,
colchones de algodón.

predecible.
no quiero ser habiendo hecho lo mismo.

más, pero "allá".
sólo una muestra de lo que se diluye.

cuadros fugaces,
piedras cubiertas de espuma.
lo que se fue y lo que va a ser,
sólo una muestra,
lo volátil y lo corriente.

quiero ser para encontrar,
casi sin darme cuenta.
quiero robar y dejar.
mezclar y creer en lo nuevo.

verme sin nada más.

Thursday, April 16, 2009


ok sí, ya posteé esto en el fotolog (y hoy hablaba con gast sobre la demasiada cantidad de "medios de comunicación"), pero bueno, lo quiero poner acá porque queda más lindo (?). en fin.




1. if you run faster you'll forget.

2. fell quick to the snow, still life.

3. spinning room, it's getting dark.

the starry night, the blue of seas
are lifted off the ground.

4. still, you watch the golden lines...

5. i asked, is there a war? they watched me breathe dust.

6. so this is where the shapes begin to drip...

7. breathing in the dark, they're finding where you are.

8. dreams i have always had;

9. and now i'm in and out of sleep.

10. breathe in slowly, you will forget.

11. have you just lost your own mind, under pretty lights?
and with a great spray of light, you doubt.


12. down, down, down, where are the stirrings of old?
i knew you had to last, but when the sound is heard...


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Monday, April 13, 2009

[14 03 08]

i need to hear you, remember the glow in your eyes
when i go to sleep i hope not to dream of you





[ sentirme pequeña y viva ]





please be with me all the time
when i go to sleep i hope to think of you
when i wake;






-
(qué le pasó a mi capacidad de escribir cosas así?)

Thursday, April 2, 2009


when you see how nothing makes sense
but you're still holding on tight
when you realize you'll never understand
but you still hope for something to change-

the sparks of moonlight in the sea
and all the things we know
letting go to come back then
to find home is somewhere else;


it's not peace.
it's not anything else.

it's not emptiness,
it's not feeling fulfilled.

it's just the illusion of stopping
somewhere along the road
while time keeps moving.