I never really help myself a lot more than I've helped my friends.
It did not even come to my senses till now.
I just thought I'm lucky.
But maybe it's because it all comes back 10 folds.
I miss you.
A lot.
I guess.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
happiness
One day a man got everything he ever worked hard for.
He became happy.
He took a pause to see the wider picture.
He still sees his happiness within it.
Like the green hue of a Monet painting.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Soneto XI,
Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculobuscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe.
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculobuscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe.
NERUDA
Thursday, June 30, 2011
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
are we scared to be happy?
Sometimes I get stucked just thinking
about what on earth am I doing.
Talking with you again, on and on,
both never asking why.
You will never be the mn I like
like you will never like me.
But where is this place we live in,
Unafraid. Weirdly. Seriously.
Are we happy?
Is this sadness or that madness.
We will never be the person the other wishes to be.
But this comfort...
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