Etapa English

shut up and shut down

also

fuck you

kissing

freckles

on your

cheek

La shica de la mesa 4

Ate a lot

and didn't left 

any tips

because

she

ran away

without paying

This time is the last time

i've got nothing to say

except maybe

that 

i

miss

your

voice

running through my skin

giving me japanese massages

and keeping me awake

day

after day

forever

Reading Charles Bukowski

the sound of silence makes

me think

that i do not deserve life

i do not deserve what i have

but i have nothing

except this life

full of mistakes

so i will waste this life

i will sell it in the black market

maybe they could give me some bucks

after all

people say my soul is rich

a wealthy soul that has a lot of money

but he is a bastard

because he won't share it with me

i can't sleep in this silence

it's full of noises

i hate this

like extremely hot coffee

and how it burns your tongue

and you can't talk propertly

so you mix up words

and you make noises

and people gives you money

because you are a freak

and you scream

GO AWAY

but they don't listen

because they think you said

something completely different

like

POURCUPINE

i don't know

i'm dead

Nieve Negra

Me duelen los pies de tanto caminar.

Pero es necesario seguir recorriendo tu cuerpo.

He llegado a lugares tan, pero tan solos.

Tan tristes.

Que me es imposible olvidarlos.

Y me toca escribirlos, en caso de que los olvide.

Estoy tan cansado y sentarme me quita tiempo.

Asi que, para mi cumpleaños.

Me puedes regalar una silla de ruedas.

Para rodar por tus venas.

Y sentir aquella sangre caliente.

Esa sangre que has guardado.

Para que navegue hasta tu corazón.

Hasta que me pidas que me vaya.

Y yo, me iré rodando.

New York tales #1

I was in the corner of the 34th street, then, this amazingly hot girl came to me and asked me where was the 35th street, I said, "that way", she asked, "that way?" an then I said, "yes". She said "thanks!" and walked away.

Oh my God.

The hardest part is saying goodbye

A los días les voy a restar los siguiente:
Risas, el olor a lluvia, el ruido del aire acondicionado, el sabor del té helado, momentos, aciertos, venganzas, bromas, tacto y sobretodo silencio.
Y me va a quedar una taza llena de café sin azúcar.
Y me la voy a tomar toda sin parpadear.
Para sentir esa amargura durante horas, hasta que se acabe el primer día.
Y el siguiente, lo mismo.
Al fin y al cabo, decidí convertirlo en rutina.
Para no olvidarme de lo que dejé debajo de mi cama.