-vivo?-

me encanta

mi Cobain no va a sufrir por los demás

Yo tengo cuatro claveles
uno por cada motivo

el encuentro, tu mirada, mi secreto, nuestro olvido

estoy jugando con fuego

y en la yema de los dedos
tengo el tacto de los días
tengo el tacto de las noches
tengo el tacto de los dos

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door. He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter.After spending half his life searching he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring. He's alive but feels absolutely nothing. So is he? When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him, by nine he had deciphered the illusion trading magic for fact. No tradebacks. So this is what its like to be an adult. If he only knew now what he knew then. I'm open,Come in. I'm open,Yeah... Woo...Come in. Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream.

Dream up a new self for himself.

º Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine º

There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)




There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)







There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)




Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)


I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me. (...)










In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song.

Resfrío y la puta que te parió .-