un vidrio

crees saber todo de mí,
es cierto comparto mucho... eso si,
soy como un vidrio...
pero date cuenta,
no todo es transparente,
si no mal recuerdo,
venía polarizado...
sino mal recuerdo
lo pelado es por el tiempo...
si no mal recuerdo,
sigo siendo un misterio.

¿Ya para qué?

En ocasiones seguimos atornillándolos,
a pesar que ya están sobados,
que ya no hay nada más que hacer...
nos aferramos.

Fog

I don't want to speed things up
I can go SSSSSLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW you know,
the thing is that I'm walking in an unknown road,
Probably you're guiding me,
the thing is I don't know where we're going,
I don't know if WE are going
or is just ME going and you just walking by,
without intention, without destination.
I hate not knowing
But I love how it feels,
those sudden smiles,
those sparkles in my eyes.
I just hope you don't get lost,
or me get bored...
It would be a shame you know.
But if it happens...I'll sure come back home...
just hope not with a broken heart and all alone.

Al "Jefe" de la caja (sí de la caja)

Si eres tan PODEROSO,
¿Por qué de pronto te vuelves tan inútil
en esas tareas tan "simples" tan "sencillas"?
Si eres tan superior por qué necesitas de alguien
que te sirva?
¿Por qué aparentas ser tan independiente si lo único que haces es mostrar dependencia, la cual disfrazas de poder,de supuesta inteligencia?
Somos iguales, no sé por qué seguir negándolo,
no sé por qué mejor no creces de una vez o es que tu cabeza es pequeña y ya no lo puedes hacer?

Bleed no more

Damn.
I don't like that girl
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER???
she's worst than a serial killer,
the serial killer hurts you so bad,that he finishes with your life,
she instead...
she stab you with the knife then she waits
and waits, and waits...
and when finally the wound is closed,
it isn't bleeding anymore,
that's when she "suddenly" reappear
she takes out the same fucking knife and stab you one more time.
I don't know if she enjoys it...
I don't know if she has feelings
I just....I just can't understand her
(I don't want to).
I just don´t like her...
I just hate to see you ill,
I just hate you let her hurt you...

You don't deserve that
Damn.
You just don't ...
You know I care about you.
How about stop bleeding?
How about standing up and keep walking on your own road?

Choosing...

Tus palabras son como un lápiz que dibuja paisajes en mi mente
y luego los coloreas con una sonrisa, con una carcajada y una pizca de locura.