-I´ll tell you once, im a sick, high person. One that sees people passing by and feels a nostalgic and deep feeling, a feeling that you cant describe as human, but it is certainly universal. I´ll say it clear to you, people can change. Look deep into you, and figure out how not to be like them, dont trust them. Dont. Love and God may feel the same, like cleaning water through your veins, but you can pee them, so dont you even trust them. Believe in what you cannot describe and let evolve that feeling of loneliness and non-reality, into something new, something that you are proud of. Accept that you are a copy of the ones before you, so dont try to convince yourself that your great, your just a single one, without the others, live in a way that others can copy. WE CAN CHANGE, YOU CAN CHANGE. But forget about everything you knew. be new,be now, be knowledge, and get out of my fucking way.
la espiral se desnuda ante mi, entre las cuevas del aire se escapan los abrazos acumulados de amor, llaman por alcanzarte, por obtenerte. El vientre de las flores rojas secreta un aura amarilla.
estás del lado de la banqueta en donde no existe el retorno. Se me ha planteado el confuso ideal en donde bailamos como armonía y el desfile de gozar no para.
Nada termina, estamos juntos aún. La puerta roja de mi tremendo rojoo rojo rojo rojorjorjojrojrojoooooooooooooooooooooooojorjojrorjoroo.
me estoy desquiciando sin tí. y apenas llevo 2 días. One thing I know for certain, im pretty sure,it aint over, IM NOT DONE... PUTA MADRE.
preferiría hablar de presentes, no escribir con palabras, no explicarme en un cuadro.
preferiría que me olieras, vivieras, y destruyeras de cuantas formas trates para comprenderme.
continuación, eso soy.