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Showing how vain hypocrisy of words, pictures of people who are not, I travel with my eyes closed looking to do the clouds cover the sky obscuring the sun's rays, now just another year and the music still sounds like every moment, lost among people who shops looking for, not knowing that seek, to find if wanting nothing, clouds draw figures that the imagination gives way dragons and humanoid figures that allow me to fly the imagination as does puss did not, but only images that as the developers dream my brain, sometimes uncontrollably, sometimes not. Lyrics that pierce my subconscious, but that's not enough, I accompany my thoughts with a glass of wine, the color of the blood from my fingers and my wrists, try not to think more, just let fly my imagination, revenge clouded and I still do not want to execute, but today will run through my veins like a long time not to its intoxicating taste my lips, as did his lips again today I forget, I would break the darkness that eventuated, but I have to enjoy I have to get drunk with her, but today I have to leave office curses on my shoulders, to re-create the dreams that make her happy, my little crow.

I've been lost for a long time to find but today I'm not interested in the morning, your smile, your blessed smile that reminds me that I even want to live, even though I am dead walk among the living, looking for my destination, I now try to smile just for you, you've always been the wings that helped me to live, even when the sky is tinged with carmine, return to your hand when you need me, just because you have to get out of hell that you are my best friend.

I exile for the love of a woman who never loved me, someone was with someone who said my friend, I fear I have committed an act that wrong in the eyes of men and to my pleasure, I must control my own demons, demanding his blood covering my hands, and his crystal glass eyes, but now today I have to control myself to forget, just today, but tomorrow at the 180 miles of them, I wake up again.

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face.
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same.
All the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face.

[Chorus]
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind.
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, it's only you and me.

The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go.

[Chorus]

Everything I know, and anywhere I go,
It gets hard but it won't take away my love.
And when the last one falls, when its all said and done.
It gets hard but it won't take away my love.

[Chorus]

"Here without you" - 3 Doors Down

The sky is crying it would clean my tears and calm my temper.

Metal

The speakers rumble and songs take more sense than before, guitar chords and solos accompanied by batteries that show the power of the bands, the eighties and nineties back to my house, Maiden, Metallica, Judas, Alice Cooper, Slayer echo in the walls of my house screaming and justice for all, remember what I came to believe, it's raining blood from the roof of my house, everything is music within me when I was a child. Bands that were eventually sold to MTV. Songs that changed my perspective of music that I had before that was just the music that my parents listened to the sixties and seventies with my father and pop music of my country with my mother, I had to find my own way as any person would, would not be anyone's puppet, many times I thought I could not get out of it, is in the school was similar, Disney and pop music, many idolater Michael Jackson, and erosion as much as standard in my school, I had to buy my firsts CD with great effort was that, the first was the Black Album of Metallica, and a record that was offering not remember how much but was very cheap and was Battle Hymns of MANOWAR I really love that disk I used to listen everyday when I arrive from school, my father was sick of the same cd all the time.

For me one of the best songs of Metallica

Money Talking
Power Wolves Beset Your Door
Hear Them Stalking
Soon You'll Please Their Appetite
They Devour
Hammer of Justice Crushes You
Overpower

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Apathy Their Stepping Stone
So Unfeeling
Hidden Deep Animosity
So Deceiving
Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns
Hoping to Find
Inquisition Sinking You
With Prying Minds

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Lady Justice Has Been Raped
Truth Assassin
Rolls of Red Tape Seal Your Lips
Now You're Done in
Their Money Tips Her Scales Again
Make Your Deal
Just What Is Truth? I Cannot Tell
Cannot Feel

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price We Pay
Nothing Can Save Us

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

"And Justice For All" - Metallica

Movie 2

Time is running, the music has other parameters, the wait gnaws my gut, one day plus one day so things do not change or would change the initial conditions were given, in this world where fantasy is outside of reality where only the human mind opens doors for her, vampires, angels, werewolves, demons and other fantastic creatures that have always populated the minds of men giving way to their worst fears, stories of curses that afflict men and their descent. All the stories were true or part of it which deals in most legends. All of them brought to cinema screens in hundreds of meters recorded tape, Dracula and the Werewolf Bela Lugosi all generic brands, playing to fear, which has always fed the men, the movies have evolved, the night of the living dead of George Romero, for me one of the best movies of all time, I have always believed that a good zombie movie is not based on the gore and extreme violence, but from the situations in which they are engaged that are still alive, it is ethically right that is not in that situation.

The Exorcist a movie I saw when I was a child thanks to my cousins, at that time was very shocking for me to see someone walking on the walls made ​​me surprising, but the movie struck me was still just a puppy Nightmare on Elm Street someone who could kill the dreams and hat from one of the deaths were so sadistic that even could happen in the movie was even worse, that's when I realized that the subconscious is the worst enemy of mankind, also remember much the movie "It" from there and cry down the clown makeup, the ​​clowns make me feel very sad. Ridi Paglaccio.

Innocence tainted by pure lunacy
Cursed by the slash of a shape-shifting beast
Oh no, this can't be
Demonic infection, a doomed changeling
His future concealed as he begs to be told
A kiss from the gypsy, he'll never grow old
Oh no, this can't be
Demonic infection, a doomed changeling

(Chorus)
Even a man who's pure
And says his prayers by night
(He won't hear your prayers)
Man become a wolf
When the wolf bane blooms,
And the autumn moon is bright
(There's a full moon tonight)
Man may become a wolf.

He who is bitten by a wolf and lives
Possession soon follows, no use to resist
Oh no, this can't be
Cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling
The madness a turmoil that swells up inside
To truly find peace is to truly die
Oh no, this can't be
Cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling

Now comes the rampage, a killing spree
Hunting his loved ones comes instinctively
Oh no, it's maddening
A shape-shifting demon of pure lunacy
A shot from the darkness tears through its flesh
A bullet of silver lays it to rest

Oh no, it's maddening
An innocent victim finds his peace.

"Wolf" - Iced Earth

Time out

Sometimes it is to win or lose, sometimes you can only wait in the time go slower, there are people who are worthwhile and some not, like everything in life is due to see a certain perspective, not everything is black bad, nor good white, if not perhaps racial segregation would have been better, but it is not, in most religions say that god's eyes, perhaps they are right, the day yesterday while in town my mother heard someone say that only whites could be angels, because black people would be like fly, a comment that my view is unpleasant, but maybe I'm the most discriminating of all my family, my pear the traitors are but nothing, not even the right to be a cell or bacterium. I'm not a good person I've never been and perhaps never can be. Have few friends less than enemies, have lived according to what I think is right, I regret nothing like, learning to live with the consequences of my actions. I want no I have to live that way, now I am on my own exile see that the world is not gray, and that wind is so strong, now fight to the last moment of my life.

Do not expect to see Valhalla, either heaven or nirvana, nor desire, could not be with such good people, I am not worthy of them, but neither want to be, I will make what I believe is right, neither heaven nor hell I seek my prey no matter where they are all in due time, perhaps follow the example of Monte Cristo, but only time and god knows the unlink, in my life I have closed several chapters now closing another , to begin writing a new one. Life and death just call us, being the only thing I've definitely have to kill or die, but no matter.

For now the battle was lost and perhaps the war, but everything has pressures and sometimes paid in this life or another, but always paid and I will be to see when that is.

Hey listen don't you let them get your mind
Fill your brain with orders and that's not right.
They're playing at a game that draws you closer
Till you're living in a world that's ruled by fear.
Always takin' baby out that's o.k.
What they're givin' maybe it's out of phase with me.
Told you one you're never gonna win the race
Same old no tomorrow kicked in the face.
We are screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place.
"Screaming for vengeance" - Judas Priest

Movie

Not long ago I was teaching, but I had several problems when wanting, expecting more than what was necessary according to the institution. Most likely, the mistake was mine, wanting me to change the method that was used, you may want more than they could obtain, ho saw two movies that had not seen in a while a "Scent of a Woman" with Al Pacino and the other "Finding Forrester" Sir Sean Connery, were two films that came to inspire me greatly throughout my academic life, which has now started again, but I always believed that the honor and good faith were important, but I was very naive, but well I still am, but I think it's bad because in a way of life, the speech of Lt Colonel Frank Slade at the end of the movie inspired me since I was a child to see that movie as well that all the bad words spoken by him, only put an excerpt from the full but you can find it in Scent of a Woman Quotes

"I'm not finished! As I came in here, I heard those words, "Cradle of Leadership". Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And it has fallen here. It has fallen. Makers of men, Creators of leaders. Be careful what kind of leaders you're producing here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong. I'm not a judge or jury, but I can tell you this: He won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that, my friends, is called integrity. That's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of. Now I have come to the crossroads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew. But I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here's Charlie. He's come to the crossroads. He has chosen a path. It's the right path. It's a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands, committee. It's a valuable future. Believe me. Don't destroy it. Protect it. Embrace it. It's gonna make you proud one day, I promise you."

- Lt. Col. Frank Slade

I was never one of the favorite professors always said that I thought and never believed they were gods to me were mere mortals who mastered a subject, good or that was what I believed I was lucky that my house had many books and did not understand something if you looked in encyclopedias, if it was so I asked my parents, or when my mom worked in a library was looking there, I never liked to stay with and I do not doubt accordant with knowing how to do things by a method I've always been a bit lazy and I have sought to make the most simple hoes, with the advent of the Internet I had access to more information, I wanted my students to be self-taught but only brought me problems with the leaders of the faculty and even the institute's director, I have nothing to regret that it was good for me regard I considerate that sometimes in this country ask to people to think is bad is like a crime, the university where I study found the students' objective was to get fired teachers who demanded of them, but then why do not we want to call us third world country.

I hope that over time people want to learn more on their own and believe in less teachers who believe that gods. I hope so teachers do not meet in the mastery.

Dream

"Deep into that Darkness peering, long
I stood there, wondering, fearing,
doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before."
- Edgar Allan Poe

The dreams are the words of others but think subconscious is where the gods Procurement Information, as the angels, like the demons, many beliefs have been drawn away from them, which are visions of the future and images of the distant past. Not what their true meaning, but to me are images that draws our mind about something that even some, of something that has not yet come true, and when they are made or lost hope in them is when they say a dream of death. But no I do not care if it's true or not, is what I believe. I have always believed that dreams and can become a reality, but also nightmares, there are many times when it seems that we are living in one. In an endless void that absorbs us, one that seems to be no way out until we are able to kill this nightmare, but equally there are times when the most beautiful dreams become terrible and agonizing the nightmares, which resembles death according to my perspective . Future Dreams infamous unlikely, errors that are repeated over and over again, which it seems that the only solution is death itself.

As a child and taught to embrace death and never fear, because it was all I had insurance, or wealth, or possessions, or fame could lead me to the grave. Let me just remind my loved ones, always deferred, perhaps having read much but I always saw that he had names engraved in history, even that their deaths were subhuman, Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier died on the Shearing, but his name remains on the science to all eternity, Julius Caesar assassinated by Brutus back even by his nephew wanted a dishonorable death enough, but remains in the story and not be lost until the men die, that's my dream die and that my name will endure 2000 years may not like Julius Caesar and live to fulfill it. I do not mind dying or being betrayed by those who call themselves my friends, because I will always have real friends, True friends.

"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."
-Nelson Mandela

Holiday

There has always been stories that promote friendship and love as they approach this time, but when the months progress, these words are forgotten, I prefer to ignore the hypocrisy and ignore these days, my family is very religious, always tried to follow his footsteps I led the church since childhood and even went to Catholic schools where I taught and tried to show all religion re-front, all we got was to understand why I did not like. I sought to find reasons to understand God, but so science has shown me, not looking for demons or angels, but if I find one I like to inquire of hundreds of things, if they offered me a favor as they did with Faust for 24 years, would ask the same knowledge.

I would like to know why the angels are so stylized and so bizarre demons, demons that are images of the old gods or the ills that afflict humans, but I did not do very interesting, commanding legions, leading to pests humans, making them agonizing, avoiding repentance, prolonging their pain. But why are the demons? Really necessary or is it just a way of justifying the actions of men, assuming they were designed for them, even in some cases possessed by them. Or is it the fear of hell and the demons that men act in good faith, the punishment is more dreaded than the reward, I have no idea if there is hell is waiting for me.

In my country they say that to break the piñata original seven peaks, representing evil and each peak is a cardinal sin, lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride., By destroying the piñata fall gifts of God, originally fruit, this served to evangelize the native Mexicans were trying to make things familiar to his old habit, tried to make their gods were demons. but even this did not help much that the Mexican is very superstitious and the saints is almost like gods. On these dates are held many of these customs in which the famous inn on an excuse to get drunk and trying to forget the sorrows that overwhelming their souls.

Homeland

Beneath the surface of natures Beauty lays a cold heart, a heart that shows no mercy or remorse, The forest at the north of my city smile with the arrive of the winter, The wind blows from the north bringing clouds showing that it is time to take shelter, the city I come from is considered one of the most cold, which is the height above the sea, in spite of being the center of the country, a city ​​where the wind stops blowing that no matter what month of the year. The legends always abounded in my home town, showing how superstitious can be people that have had as screams came out of the bowels of the old mines in the oldest part of town, who had ghosts of children and as nuns are among the tunnel that crossed from the convent to the seminar, which now houses the university, such myths sparked my curiosity I've never left a die, the city where mining died at the hands of people who took wealth beyond our borders leaving almost died my homeland.

The spirit of freedom of worship to rondo always there allowing other religions to enter, unlike other sites, often say it was the personality of the people which was like the weather, cold and lonely, alcohol has always run through the veins and the town's streets, Pulque, spirits and beer. They said that there were more canteens than schools, but it's been a while now. In the city where I have been lately in theory but the cold north is not present as in mine, my classmates asked me that spring was going so I told them that winter still does not touch the door, but I paid a tremendous price thirst due to the heat of noon there, a fucking hot for me was like hell. I worked on several sites and have always suffered from high temperatures, But thats my price of my exile, I now find a new home one that I may belong

But I am not going to forget my Homeland. Because when I die I want to rest there in my birthplace.

Build a fire a thousand miles away to light my long way home
I ride a comet
My trail is long to stay
Silence is a heavy stone...
I fight the world and take all they can give
There are times my heart hangs low
Born to walk against the wind
Born to hear my name
No matter where I stand I'm alone

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
say what you feel
Born with a heart of steel

Burn the bridge behind you
Leave no retreat
There's only one way home
Those who laugh and crowd the path
And cut each other's throats
Will fall like melting snow
They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes
They'll bow their heads
Their hearts will hang low
Then we'll laugh and they will kneel
And know this heart of steel was
Too hard to break
Too hard to hold

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
born with a heart of steel

"Heart of steel"-Manowar

Travel "Rest"

The words of congratulations today were pleasant, even so there is always light in all darkness, she wrote the words that were painful, but I could not wait any longer, was what she thought I deserved in the end everyone does what he thinks is right.

The road was spared today, maybe next time not be so lucky, but seeing the lights and beams of light pass was fun to see how the other vehicle disappeared behind me, the speed intoxicated me like a child with new toy, a message stopped me, but the response impulse to follow me, the arrogance of someone who believes higher.

Gasoline was down, the speed increases but the adrenaline was still the same, try to travel a measured, but it was useless, had won a battle and it would not change. Even his fighting words today as I always have done if I die, I am going to die being what I am.

Today I rest for my mind has worked hard, beers with my friends helped me to think what I am, I find a true friend where I did not expect, now I must find peace in dreams send me by Morpheus if it does not just want to rest. since the war started, but now I know myself. My blood is still hot but now I expect that the gods smiled for the first time in a long time.

2059 miles have passed since I started my journey. But this night the travel start an end again.

Travel "Desert"

It's two hours or so of my destination go to my parents' house to take a bath and relax. Take the bus I'm too tired to drive and the highway will not forgive I see my friends and maybe drink a few beers but this still takes time, I'm tired as it was not long ago I adapt to what my eyes show me now, but decide to spend time with me, a battle has been won but the war continues, one that is called life. I have lost many battles and won some few, but I learned more from my losses I've learned to concentrate on myself, but that does not mean that I like losing. I seek not a paradise or be the hero of the story, I have seen with sorrow that the actions that are made in good faith only bring pain.

The road has been my faithful company the desert detour my trip and saw sales of wild animals, saw persons going north looking to fulfill their dreams, travelers leaving their families often lose more than they earn, moored to cross the border outlaws of the law of a country that became of immigrants fearing for his life not only to border police if not nature as well as of human traffickers.

The desert sky allowed me to see clearer than I can see in the city, enough with the humid climate of the Gulf, or the forest that is north of my city, the gods who created this world could not make it more wonderful, only if they really exist, but we have destroyed men, I remember as a child had rabbits near the house of my parents now there are only houses and more houses. As has been changed. But the desert is almost indomitable, that the sand always claimed his place and eventually win. I saw the stars as long ago not to even a line that seemed interminable, a line that does not forgive I'm told, but I have Defeat it for now, at least

Travel "Speed"

I need to be tomorrow morning to more than 1000 miles from here, the weather is not my ally, but I enjoy this trip I met one of my goals, the wheels of my car to pay the price of this trip will run more fast times , but today I die on the road, take a path that is longer in theory but there are motorways and it may save a few minutes I have to eat as king this day I deserve it, the clouds will cover my way and the air will be my ally, now I have to beat the clock and get over to my sorrow that today win a battle that was hard, but on this I have started a war that lasted at least two years. The time always be my enemy sa formidable and unstoppable.

I just hope they bring me my food and drink today may win tomorrow my destiny is six feet below ground, but today I win above all predictions.

Living easy
Loving free
Season ticket for a one way ride
Asking nothing
Leave me be
Taken everything in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' I would rather do
Going down
By the time
My friends are gonna be there too, eh

I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan
Paid my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma
Look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land, wooh

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

Mmm, don't stop me
Eh,Eh,Eh

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to
Hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

And I'm goin' down,all the waa-ay-aay, wohh
M-on the highway to hell.

"Highway to hell"-AC/DC

For those how died in the road I pray their rest. Maybe I am going to be one of them

Travel "Sea"

I'm in a city that is considered one of the most dangerous of my country, I'm watching as the sky is covered with clouds seems that a storm is coming I'm told the locals, winter makes its presence here at the north my country, I'm a few miles to go to the United States but I have no desire, the sea hits the coast and I'm with a couple of bottles of beer watching the vastness of the gulf, I never liked the sea, I always considered me a terrestrial creature, but I respect its vastness, its power and the beasts that govern it, almost 3 / 4 covered by the world, with sites that are so deep chasms in which gods can rest Cthulhu, even so he has given life to my country through fishing and now through hydrocarbons such as oil. I ask for more beer and seafood to eat, do not envy all the gods at the moment, but I am still more dead than alive, this trip showed me that world goes over 600 miles I have traveled this day I have only seen the immensity of the sea and looking for a hotel. Tomorrow I'll try to find answers to questions not yet know, now I do not think or just want to forget the first time, I hope that the clouds cry all the tears from my eyes could not leave, that the waves wash my pain and the wind remove all penalties in the spirit I'm trying to stifle.

A couple of books and my computer are my company, the world keeps rolling, the stakes are still high and very low probabilities, the music is tattooed on my hatred to the rhythm of Kamelot, Sir Ivanhoe must have been the soundtrack to the best metal bands of our times, for its fair, which would not give to find Rowena and Rebecca, but it's only a book that was written over 7 or 8 centuries after the English romanticism of the Victorian age where duels to the death were allowed and the honor was not a currency. Today I would like to see what would happen to these rules and in my beloved country. How low dead men opened these circumstances women had few amazed by such actions. But today all that is stored in history, friendship is often overvalued and honor among friends is often forgotten.

I Will seek an honorable death, although say they that there is no honor in the dead, live by my principles and continue to believe that there is honor, I will make the sacrifices, as needed. If today I die in this town without law as it is called does not interest me in the least. Live until the last second as I wanted. Alive or dead I will still be a bastard an outlaws of what is now believed to be correct.

The truth is the soul of the honest, the lie is the one of the coward, the betrayal is for miserable ones. Neither death is able to forgive them.

Travel "Sun"

The hours are passing, I have no fixed course, maybe I have ever wanted, I see no matter how many people I see are still people some good some bad not for me to judge that I am not better than them, ranging from a to and fro like ants, following orders was assigned to them or is it just customary to, and I can not live that way. I have no home to come back, my path will be difficult, but I do not care try again no matter how many times I have born to be free and die in this way, the mileage on my car still running, passing vehicles my side no matter who I am. I stop at a bar and no one asks me who I am or where I came, the road is my only company as well as the music played on my player, the wind on my face and the sun behind me, nothing more I care, a sandwich and a beer was my breakfast today and maybe everything you eat until you stop to stop to dinner, do not look for anything or expect anything, time will decide which will be my fate, I will fight to fulfill my dreams, will travel until you believe it is necessary, now 500 miles tomorrow who knows, do not look impressive wonders big cities or monuments, on my way I just want what he gets will gain, people who knows you and places to stay and see my mind to the music I hear.

Maiden, Manowar, Sabaton, Draconian, Blutengel, Kamelot, Iced and many more will be my soundtrack, to mark my path and my memories, solo guitar, bass and drums rumbled in my speakers, the sky covered my steps and just see me go, I need no glory, no treasures, seek only peace that can only be found within oneself.

Science in which he had found no answers today that gives me more questions and new problems, demonstrating a new path one should never forget that it is the discipline Constance, maybe the most difficult one I have travel that has no end, at least clear.

Smiles from strangers who give me hope and shows that the world is not shit, Is not like everyone wants something that is not a hypocritical smile that can save the day with someone, but sometimes it's more than that, can give life, a life that often seems to lose. Miles safety going on my way to the mountains to hide my steps until you see the sea, but this is far, nobody said the road would be easy, but swim is impossible unless one believes it or need it. The men put their own barriers, have created their own demons, I am no exception my demons I keep me one, but that's a price I'm willing to paid. If I being cursed by my actions so whatever, but that will not succumb to it, maybe is not yet the right time to do so.

If the sun sets today, maybe tomorrow will not appear again, but my life will continue even that there is only darkness, light a torch in order to be on my way.

Travel Again

The stars tattooing the sky showing the beauty of the universe, the temperature descends, showing that winter is approaching, the city lights are behind the mountains, the sky I see myself taking a few beer, perhaps one of the last time I see this sky, morning did not pass, the wind that always blows me remember who I am, show me what roads indomitable character of the men showing their desire to conquer, to endorse things to me taught that there was due to start things if you do not learn to live with them, perhaps a mistake, perhaps a flaw, no matter what it is today begins my way again. Miles and I have to pass them to travel again, I hope to find my way.

My blood is still burning, but that does not stop me, my wings are broken but that does not prevent it from flying, shattered my dreams this dream but I will have to start over as often as necessary, the miles will continue to happen, the stores self-service sites will continue to give me for groceries and beer, I look feel alive knowing that I am dead, victim or perpetrator'm not I'm just a bastard, but only an idiot osy like many others lost what quieria not lose. But I do not follow my path today, today will continue or that I am, people are what they are, their actions are what define them throughout their lives, the night I remember what they were and what they are. You will still see the stars until they feel is necessary to start with, ut for now drunk with light me looking for inspiration to dream again.

Some want to think hope is lost see me stand alone
I can't do what others may want then I'll have no home

So for now wave good-bye and leave your hands held high
Hear this song of courage long into the night
So for now wave good-bye and leave your hands held high
Hear this song of courage long into the night

And the wind will bear my cry to all who hope to fly
Hear this song of courage ride into the night

Battles are fought by those with the courage to believe
They are won by those who find the heart
Find a heart to share
This heart that fills the soul will point the way to victory
If there's a fight then I'll be there, I'll be there

So for now wave good-bye, leave your hands held high
Hear this song of courage long into the night
And the wind will bear my cry to all who hope to fly
Lift your wings up high my friend fearless to the end
So for now wave good-bye, leave your hands held high
Hear this song of courage ride into the night

"Courage"-Manowar

vengeance

Dead on the inside screaming for revenge, seeking not do it, trying not to think about it, watching the seconds go on the clock in the room, trying to engage the mind in other activities, try not to think, the blood boils and the eyes are injected the adrenaline out through the pores, only think of destruction. I need solitude is not to make more mistakes or realize revenge. I walked to try to relax many step was and still could not clear my mind went back to walk and walk for hours one step at a time, but today the heart is not only a hateful stone, a stone that does not want to return to love, nights only bring dreams that now are nothing but bloody nightmares, only bring more pain to a soul that has known many times. but today it hurts, but today is great, life hurts, life is so painful is life. There are happy moments and you have to cherish, because they do not know if you may someday will return.

The nights are long and the days get shorter, words come and go, but only true friends stay, craps betray you, now I do not want to fight that fear poderme not control, I'm in a bar watching, I do not care a lot. But today I do not want to kill or do not want to destroy that may not stop me, alcohol continues to grow in my veins and still not increase my lethargy 129 600 seconds and still do not think of anything else other than curses. The ice melts my bourbon is the fourth to beg a cup of coffee this side with the rest of my dinner. Today I died, as did many moons ago, but I will remain in the living matter once more until I find my final destination, today I die back to sleep again. But you pay a whole day, I'm still paying for mistakes I made. I hope one day to cover that debt.

Am I mad
I feel so void and cold
Who can tell
Who holds the stories untold

Tired and trembling
I am descending
Will I have to stay here and live this life again

"Karma" - Kamelot

Curse

Damn loneliness that shows the true face of things blasphemous images of people who are not worth people who show their faces as the harpies are, damn damn word expressions of contempt and arrogance things happen really things you can do damn words blaspheme and still can not express what I feel the alcoholics who always reassured me today has no effect, the songs that made me feel peace now are only notes that carry hatred in my being. Today I curse the gods and all the immortal curse per day more to love, to love even the damned sorry, I curse it kills me today and it was never returned, but still hurts. Today curse, hoping not to curse tomorrow, my silence has killed and today I just do not want to kill anyone. Tomorrow, who knows, in a few hours either, but today I curse what always inspired me, the moon and the epic odes that always made me into the right Thinking that I could succeed, to say the damn truth help me, I'm tired of h the lies, now I'm tired of me. Today I want to rest today I want to forget first time.

Never betray, not to be betrayed was what I was taught but today I can see that they were lying, today I see that words alone were useless and vain, as her claims, today no longer believe, and I'm not sorry because I finally saw what I did not want to see.

Cursed words, damn sentences and damn phrases. Today I see do not peace, today I see do not hope. If I die today I just want to see the doors of the necropolis, today I see the gods of death in the eye and ask why they had not taken my life. And I will endeavor to make them feel and pain I feel now, I will make their immortal lives are the worst of evils. For now I will be the villain that never rests.

Today I curse Wishing to do not do it tomorrow

Strangers

The heaven has become a hell where the judge angels, being more prejudiced measuring every action with a vernier caliper, regardless of past actions, no matter who goes and who comes, smiles and tears, showing other faces, faces that seem to be the ghost of the past, the future images of monsters and demons of the mind, wandering the same streets, all in a sui generis set an unorthodox group, aware of my fucking sleep and slumber is still on me, try not to kill I try not Destroy, just trying to be a human among gods, I plunged into chaos and fear thoughts, I find a site to where belong, a site at which to call home, now abut me among people who call themselves my friends, people who noo appear to be less than I can say nothing about them I have months to meet them.

My stigmata are on me as heavy slabs, such as crosses to bear the martyrs in Seville or pledges penitents carry in churches in my country, as if he feared the justice of God they call love. My past I will absorb, but Tampa forget it, the blood does not wash my hands still, my demons are on my shoulders, sometimes the kindness I ever had seems to have disappeared and replaced by sarcasm and irony. damn memories that make me be me and kill me one time, errors and successes that will remain mine not blame anyone for them, as mine eyes are losing the light, as the smile fades and hope hanging on a thread.

Believing that I'm an idiot, I will try to love again because I am a fool, go ahead because it is what is done.

A smile to die even the clouds bring not more than sadness and desolation.

That blood of the gods fall on death showed that even they are not immortal

Lies

The deceptions that cause men to be distinctive, we see images of a different world, or appear to make the illusions were achieved at some distant time for these to become, impossible dreams and visions of distant paradise, are as hypnotic as the songs of the Sirens, who lure men to their fateful end that way are the front of the name, beautiful-looking monsters that always lead to a tragic denouement, one that always gets lost or almost never wins, but that is a acso to lie or there are different kinds of lies, a lie to hide something or not, really comes into the category of lies.

Want to see something, you want to idealize, want to be a utopian dream, there are many reasons why the goal is to ignore the lies and real truth can be made, if so are lies.

Perfect by nature
icons of self-indulgence
just what we all need
more lies about a world that

Never was and never will be
have you no shame? Don't you see me?
you know you've got everybody fooled

Look here she comes now
bow down and stare in wonder
oh how we love you
no flaws when you're pretending
but now i know she

"Everybody's Fool" - Evanescence

Shadows and clouds that trick but sometimes are more true than the words of men, deception is an art that only few can create and make truth. A smile that deceives, an illusion that kills, and a love that fell into pride, as well as forgetting.

Not because everyone believes a lie becomes truth.

Book

A long road to perdition is that all people who seek answers, undertaken without error, some choose to escape, others decide to go ahead, a few find what they want, someone said the one who perseveres reaches, but that price had to be pay, which was lost to win who is injured, that step to achieve that, many times there is not what happened, before the end or what appears to be the end, happily ever really were or were not. what happened after the fantasy wedding, no slips, no bad time or is only for the children to sleep soundly, you need to convince people to be happy forever, or as the Greeks have to give more importance to the tragedy and reality, so you can enjoy more the simple things in life knowing that we always expect something worse. It was necessary to kill the wolf in time to show that talking to strangers was bad, instead we are told that someone will rescue us.

Stories that affect us and not only that and not even read them just put a Disney movie to keep quiet and feed their dreams, a villain never wins like last h in real life, stories that take us away from reality shows things more fantastic than sepuede capture on a screen, where is the imagination, where are the storytellers or just restrict us to 140 words or say we're in the bathroom with diarrhea to let everybody know, the letters disappear and leave only video conferencing, people sometimes stop writing and stop thinking too. I see where this story goes but more certain is that I get bored and I start reading a book. Today the miserable sound good.

"The future has many names. To the weak it is unattainable. For the fearful, the unknown. For the brave is the opportunity."

"My friends, hold fast to this: there are no weeds or bad men. There are only bad cultivators."

"Animals are from God. Bestiality is human."

Victor Hugo

Fall

Words are like magic, images bifurcated, with several changes of perspective and focus, things that go against reality and against the usual, people that look at the photo that makes this image special, things that are unexpected, no matter what comes, no matter if the world ends in an instant are no images that are engraved in my mind, some painful, others more happy, but both are part of my life, sunsets, sunrises, rainy days, storms, frost, every day I lived have been different, I could say I've had days in which death is better, but I do not regret the decisions that I made were the right to my view at that time, maybe today will not disappear, but I do not care I bear all the consequences, the responsibility is the most important of the men and take their actions and how are you affect those around them. I do not think you worth of men is in the amount of gold that men possess or the number of mens under his control, but is the value that they assume their actions and the consequences of them.

The memories are painful but do not kill, words are like bullets but not killed, I keep getting these injuries throughout my life but I wanted to in the future will not affect me much. Today I fight like my last day waiting to be worthy of Valhala and so will every moment of my life, if I can win if the odds are 40:1 or 1,000,000:1, no glory if there is no suffering if not thus there would be many heroes like Theseus, Gilgamesh, Beowulf, Quetzalcoatl, Cuchulain and many more, but there are more common and even more men cowards, traitors and villains are often more memorable than the heroes. But they are only stories that inspire and give important values ​​that have lost or forgotten over the years.

Here to the blaze
I wander
Through this black night
I ponder
The edge of our mighty swords
Did clash
Fallen by our axes
Helmets smashed

Glory and fame
Blood is our name
Souls full of thunder
Hearts of steel
Killers of men
Of warriors friend
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers
To the end...

One day too
I may fall
I will enter Odin's Hall
I will die sword in hand
My name and my deeds will
Scorch the land

"The sons of Odin" - Manowar

Justified

Nights lengthen with the days, dreams that are the words of subconscious even talk to me about her but I can not give in to them, I wish her best and she said she was happy I hope it stays that way, words that still hurt like daggers in shoveling but I have to keep going straight, the world does not stop, keep turning and you can not lose. A world that cries for the wounds we have made a world that will not pardon the men for whom nothing is enough, words and more words in which an explanation is given, actions are trying to be justified to prove that they are appropriate, seeking to believe that there will not exist consequences of them. But no, there are always consequences although there will always want to see them, but ignore them they always reach us.

Today I'm alone I look around to see that the books do not speak but still fabulous stories you have, they shows the reasons why things are true showing giving the paths to create, centuries in which thousands of ideas has written many have been lost at the hands of other men have endured, knowledge today is open to most eyes, but even so there are restrictions and there are people who are jealous of it. there are libraries that still remain closed and banned books say that it is not allowed mass production, legends that lie in the power of the same or beliefs of what is written to change the world in which we live, people that say what you should do and they even think about governing this world still want to have control over the lives of men. Once someone tell me "Knowledge will make us free," maybe it would not give us freedom, but give us the freedom to choice using the intellect and will make us accountable for our actions.

Maybe today I'm lost but I'll find my way among men. I am not going break my code again, once was enough for me many years ago, fighting for my dreams and open doors that I can, help the way I was help. FREE YOUR MIND.

Original Version

Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio,
non so più quel che dico,
e quel che faccio!
Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!
Bah! sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!

Vesti la giubba,
e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto
in una smorfia il singhiozzo e 'l dolor, Ah!

Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!

English version

Act! While in delirium,
I no longer know what I say,
or what I do!
And yet it's necessary... make an effort!
Bah! Are you not a man?
You are a clown!

Put on your costume,
powder your face.
The people pay to be here, and they want to laugh.
And if Harlequin shall steal your Columbina,
laugh, clown, so the crowd will cheer!
Turn your distress and tears into jest,
your pain and sobbing into a funny face – Ah!

Laugh, clown,
at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!

"Vesti la Giubba (Pagliacci)" - Ruggiero Leoncavallo

Fables

The beer no longer tastes the same, the music the same is not heard, nor the people seem to be people, and I know I am, the hours pass and the questions arise. Why have I returned? What do I want?, What do I need? Is there fairy tales? so that if the wolves have to die forever. Wolves can win will be taken to oblivion, but I have not seen a wolf that has no spirit of survival, my heart still beats and I'm still alive or at least that's what I seem, I have lived in a world full of hypocrisy, lies and false promises, I have shown the true face of those who were saying and what my friends became my enemies, I look for questions and answers between fallacies, one last time one last smile is what I always find, create dreams of nightmares, fears and live among the chaos, I shall not go ahead, why do not I have to come back, not to be with. I lost a lot to turn back.

Win, lose are the two sides of a coin that always throw in every action we take, sometimes we can load the coin, as many lucky lucky not deny us smile, fables tried to teach us through their stories many times satirical, always helping you do good in a world where that word is overvalued and it sounds like a lie.

Foxes are more cunning than crows, wolves lambs succumb, greedy children who overcome witches, and girls with a red cape that devour their grandmothers and are killed by the wolf. The weighted Sirera love over revenge, Bears eat girls with curls of gold. All stories changed over time to be enjoyed by all, brought to the picture tube, and reflected in millions of bullets or digitalized by the most advanced computers.

TTraveler 3 "18 hours"

I have more than 4 days since I started this journey, I have seen people come and go along the roads and highways, knowing people who had never heard some of them forgotten by God, where as close to the civility is a phone for all the people. Even so people will offer their help and are hospitable to many and asked that so far from my home or perhaps one of the people I met, I told them I travel alone to find myself and forget, I've been in more than one bar Listen to music that when alone or with my friends never have heard people wonder why he did not smile, I tell them I have no reason that's why I'm traveling. Gentlemen which double or triple my age invited me to their houses, gave me drink and eat, even offered to stay in their homes. They talk to me that the worst evil of men is the love, tell me to overcome the evil that afflicts me it is the reason why I travel, without saying a word they knew what was happening, we shared his drink and told me their stories, sang songs and told me stories in which men's lives were worth no more than his honor. I saw old photographs that showed me pictures of the past, images that their children and grandchildren might not see again, the men had destroyed so much, but there were still places untouched, pristine mountains, rivers dry cliffs. That drew the horizon that seemed to free animals from the unexplored eagles and vultures looking for prey. I've seen so many things that have been etched in my mind, things that I hope to have the opportunity to contemplate.

The miles are moving forward on this journey and I have 18 hours to get to my class and I'm missing over 500 miles on roads that are passable but I do not regret having made this trip, I have not found what I sought, nor the answers I need, but the stars who were hiding in the city have given me peace of my mind, the cold has clarified my ideas may not make the best decision, but I have no regrets, will assume the consequences of my acts, that's my way of living.

18 hours to see an idiot who believes God and my classmates, and some fun with them, drinking some beers and prepare my exposition of Saturday, but If I were dead or still alive. I do not care, go ahead while I can move into the world of the living.

Losers try to put us down it's just another day
I got no money or big house just got life
I don't like to save it's more fun to spend
If you like metal you're my friend
And that bike out in the yard well that's my wife
Don't try to understand me my family never will
Had to punch my teacher out now he's chilled
I might stay in school or die in prison
Either way it's my decision one more beer and heavy metal
And I'm just fine
"Return of the Warlord" - Manowar

Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!

Traveler 1 189

1 180 miles an elapsed since I left home, I saw an email from my father asking if you'll go to Mass with my sister, has been 20 years since she died the first and only time I saw my father cry, my mother I go into a depression over 2 years in which not even recognize me, an era in which the books were my only company awakening my imagination largely. It was not all that bad, seek refuge in religion as my grandmother recommended it but found nothing but myths and legends in a book that was very heavy, with many footnotes, but I wanted to believe them try to do it, I also do not fall apart for. But also I found fascination in the Musketeers, the Iliad. Les Miserables, Treasure Island, Ivanho, like many others, filled me inside by showing that not everything is beautiful, but sometimes you can earn as I read the philosophy books of my father, he believed in existentialism, and I admire displeased with the thoughts of Nietzsche, Find new gods out of any religion and I became more plausible characters with feelings hate, love, sadness, in other words more humans. I loved the mythology of those cultures, their temples were destroyed at the hands of other men, leaving only traces in some cases written records.

I turn on my phone I see several voice messages and emails, I speak to my father and tell him not think I can go, I just do not make stupid says your mother is worried about you. He's right that I had hit a lot of errors throughout my life, people have called me countless times genius if that were true it would not be such an idiot, would not have made ​​so many mistakes, I would have finished my bachelor's degree with honors, but it was not like I'm a person, if I can be called it that way, like any other flaws and virtues, but I'm not a genius I'm just a bastard with a lot imagination.

I fell in love with a princess and her friends would tell me a dirty dog ​​like me would never be worth it in the end they won, no matter how much work I could never give her what she needed. The second time was a rose that had been abused, try to take care with all my effort, but she decided she still in love with his past, but a couple of months after she start to date with someone who used call my friend. I close my eyes and see that I have no more than fight from what little I have left, the end always you can lose more.

The miles will move forward in my car I still see the sky, looking for answers and finding questions, a gas station coffee is in my company as I write. curves and straight on the road let me see things from multiple perspectives, so hopefully out of life.

Travel

I've seen hell and heaven over my life if they exist but I've been through is very similar to what Dante described in his work, not ideas or a clue if I deserved it or not, but it is that marked my life something I've marked me today that I'm several hundred miles apart of where I used to call home, with a phone off and my only connection to the reality the mail from my work. I would not know anything but I can not get away from everything. My journey continues, no matter how many miles I have to travel to find my true path. An old map of the country that gives me notion to the trail I take, I saw a funeral procession passed, people who are sad, but still accompany their sorrows with music, people who accompany the pain of their loss. Dead are more alive than I families show their love for their lost relative, paths that lead toward the cement in the direction where its room will be final.

Roads that had never traveled, and probably will not have to do it again, my Ipod with me, and the same unopened pack of cigarettes of yesterday and coffee roast is my food today, the weather is getting cold and even more so it is not so strong to turn back, draw clouds on the sky when the sun goes down tomorrow morning and will return to perhaps find a route to my next destination, but now the stars will be my company and I will remember for cold I've done this trip.

I have not find answers, but I hope someday to do the right question to find them. But today I'll continue my way to nowhere to find something.

Loneliness

You can be surrounded by people and still be alone, you can talk to thousands of people and feel that the words do not reach you, you can see people and not knowing if they are alive, or is it one that is dead. People who are more dead than alive, dreams that are like glass, pictures of people who are blurring, actions that carry other. Not sure all unsafe, likely to go from one side to another, whether out of his measure. The radio DJ just puts songs of love, songs that do not want to talk about it. I aimlessly road only where I have to be on Friday, killing the music inside, as she did, I wish her ​​happiness, even that I would like to be stronger, one day at a time have to keep going, no I can give up, I rather not do it, but the second razor are broken in my heart that will not stop bleeding, the icy wind tells me I'm still alive even that is only an appearance, the shades devour me like never before had done I can not even think about it I want it. but my silence will be like ice and my words are like the wind invisible to her.

The sun sets on the horizon, I hope to bring me my dinner to continue northbound, now I do not mind my job, I do not care if someone lives or dies, only wish that I no longer hurt, one more night in a hotel, a coffee for the road but a pack of cigarettes that I'm still unopened, the lighter that he had not looked in years is in my pocket, but I do not know what will happen, only to continue my way to find an answer . My wings are broken but that does not stop me from this path will ring and I will shoot my imagination as it always had done.I don not know how many miles I am going to travel today, but it does not matter, I will survive My way, Although the road is more difficult. Live and Die For my DREAMS, Know and ever, Until my life ends.

A beer and a coffee with me today, tomorrow it is not but for now do not need anything else, or less anything I may have.

It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life
"Its my Life" - Bon Jovi

My way

Things are not as you want, but can not lose all the time, nothing is forever, no man or god that you can understand that notion, while there is breath in my being will continue to honor the actions to which I say that are forever, but when I do this they will be lost in time. Unless you're in write or transmitted, if that's not their destination is oblivion.

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
" Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

"My way" - Frank Sinatra

Now this song has great meaning for me, to live according to my beliefs and my statutes. I will not give no matter how dark the sky or how strong the wind blows. Not today or tomorrow I am going to cease to be me. I Will STAND no matter What.

Action

Every action has a reaction, which eventually reaches us, hate only brings more hatred, like the thirst for revenge but sometimes that can make you feel alive, damn heart that is filled with these feelings and become more impressive actions a place, looking like the love that has died slowly in the heart of the wearer cursed. I paid for my sins a long time and that I may not stop soon, I'm not a good person or a friend would say not even go into the class of persons, but who am I to deny it, if I never slightest intention of being like others, I often said they would not fit into society because he believed in people and trust them, that never would come out ahead believing that the honor and pride are important, often told me get out of here other more betrayed me for many things I was losing faith in those who call themselves superior beings, but we still found true friends, those who do not have betrayed me and I doubt they do. I have committed my life to them.

I'm dead from the day I was born like any other I have not met yet even immortal, only people who think they are. I have not seen a human superior to another in all areas, nor do I believe that is possible.

It may not be the happiest person, but I've learned to live with my beliefs and my personality. It fails to tell the truth even that hurt me. Live and die as I am, will assume all concecuencias need to take and will continue.


"And the hope will die
When the curtains fall
And silence the pain"

"Hope" - Swallow The Sun

Sick

The one who is her boyfriend now, he use to call him my friend, it hurts but is no the first time and This time I want to die, inside me is only hate against my feelings, my eyes are full of blood I can not cry, I want to do it I really want. Every moment I want to fight, I want to kill, always trying to suppress me, but I am not a good person, this time is one of the worst I need to control myself.

Deleting my pain, stiffness and depleting my wishes my thirst for blood, I'm sick I feel an emptiness and felt not long ago, but who cares if she's happy is the only thing we care simepre the two, now seal my silence and my pain. Why not worth pursuing as well, live and die as I am, I will not change for someone else if not for myself, but letting go of control fails to restrict my instincts and follow them no matter the price because my heart is broken and someone spat on his remains. But what else could be expected, many times only are games and a point of honor for most, if not a test of my strength but I'm tired I do not care nearly blind and my wax wings melted. But not even Poseidon and Helios will destroy me

I'm so sick, so sick of what I feel, but I can not do anything, not if I drown in this dark and end up being what I fear most. Not what my fututo except that physical death is on the do not know when or how and I'm not interested in the least

I wish her well because I love it. But their happiness does not want to see that it would die a slow and agonizing.

Never ever talk, never ever smile
Knowing that my life won't be the same
Never ever touch, never ever feel
I will never hear you call my name…again

In my dreams I see, see you come to me; a memory of times of old
Waking up, I realize Hell's as cool as ice
and the touch of sin did get me in
Nothing burns like the cold
"Never, ever" - HammerFall

M

Words do not come out of the soul, ideas that disrupt life, dreams are nothing more than parodies of mindless reality, every time I see new parameters that complicate the model, I have to see which are negligible and which are fundamental to the problem. See, hear, examine all part of life and is part of the person, the instinct is what guides us and reason it corrupts and makes it better. Words hurt, actions that kill, everything has a consequence that eventually reaches the executor, and some other single destination called Karma, hours not spent in vain, everything is taking shape in the mind, and not return. Non-healing wounds and people who die by their feelings, because of their actions, always thinking about who we are, why we behave in that way, people around us treat us a certain way, cataloging our actions, our music our manner of dress, even to the way of thinking, saying that you believe in love, you think people can be different, people are just people.

Trust and lost, I thought and gave everything he had agreed on a final that was inevitable, standing in front of the void, I see that the world is different, I see that my actions were my mistake, do not blame anyone except my own person and nobody else I was guilty by believing. I was the guilty to assume, guilty to say what I thought. But I've learned from my mistakes and I should not have to come back.

I close my eyes and start thinking, I begin to see what happens around me, I see that the trees are still there, the cars pass through the streets, people walk along the path, the world remains the same even though she is no longer, I wish her their happiness, but I do not want know about her, my loneliness I need to locate an time to focus, my eyes were weak and the cutoff date of the Master is coming, I can not fall, but it does not want to fall.

The heaven is like my fucking hell so I'll enjoy my station among the living, knowing that I am already dead. The underworld is waiting for me and I am not going disappoint them.

Painfull

False words are like locusts in wheat crops, belief is something that is earned from the beginning is lost in time, words that die and become memories that are false hypothesis, is seeking new ones, but they are only assumptions are based on experience and instinct that lead us to say or believe things which we try to show by some method. Apologies that are fallacies, "sorry" that are nothing more than empty words, phrases no longer make sense to me, I embrace my loneliness looking not to have more bad decision, trying not to make more mistakes, I seek stable points in my life, I try to find us no reason to be so, but none is convincing enough to change. The blood of my body is so slow that the other does not make sense, adrenaline are low that I can not even get angry, I can not really be upset even if want it. Cursed words that come out of my mouth, I can not invoke curses, pain is simple and is only pain in my side.

Gods that mock the men and make them their puppets in a theater called Earth, with its irony and its efforts actions to be more useless in their hearts there is greed and pride, but also inserted in them something called love a feeling you can do value life more than anything or despise the very same, creating wars, poems and monuments in his name, leading men to suicide by the lack of it, or contempt of the beloved. A feeling that kills slowly and makes life more pleasant. But today I curse as well as the gods who created it, my mind has collapsed and faith that one day I had disappeared, time to heal my wounds, time to not believe in lies, not to destroy time, time to find a new way to take me to a place to call home, I just want time to make it not hurt so much.

Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you, alone, so alone, I'm lost
Consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain

"In My Darkest Hour" - Megadeth

Without you

When you were not the minutes become hours, but now that you have someone else the same minutes are like hours, or Football, or mathematics can take me out of this lethargy that envelops me the pain of a sad reality, the words that came my mouth now are like a needles sticking down in my heart slowly, try to not talk so as not to hurt anybody, I try to watch movies and I can not get the title. I wish the pain that kills what's left of my soul did not mind me the slightest degree, but if I want to write it is a lie, one that will not be true even wanting them. Not a damn tear come out of my eyes, not a word of encouragement from my mouth, I curse my being and yet I can not give, I see people come and go like water. Now I am alone in a cafés where nobody knows me, an espresso coffee is my only company, long time is painful enough, minutes damn minutes.

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time

"Here without you" - 3 Doors Down

Minutes that are part of a time in which people live, love, hate and feel. I see as night falls over the city, people are leaving the streets, not like tonight will not know if today will get some sleep, perhaps as yesterday night that my fucking cursed be my cell phone is off for the third day I do not really want to hear from anyone, just want to stop even thinking about it a little in you. Look for a site where I can belong, a place where the minutes are minutes where my life is just a break, now I do not want to find salvation if necessary I'll be the same demon to find the answers I need, hold me to death many times as is necessary. I'm just a dreamer with broken dreams and a broken heart.

In life I've failed,
for years I've wailed.
Frozen in time... left behind...
The rapture of grief is all to find...
The rapture of grief is all!

Behind the shadow of life the lost hopes are grieving.
I seek the night and hope to find love...
So I drown in the silence of lifes short eternity.
The tears fills the void in my heart astray...

Embrace me now, delightful ease!
Give me a world of wonderous peace!
Calm the desperate scream in my heart!

"Death come near me" - Draconian

Broken

Wishing to escape from a world full of fear, hoping to find a world where the wolf has a happy ending, but do not always get what you want. I have nothing but pain, pain that is huge, I look for an exit but this is a tunnel which no light. He smiled to death as I have always done expecting to see her favor.

I just know I have to fight wherever it is, even the wounds that I have will kill me slowly and agonizingly, not matter while I will try to live as I wished, pain and despair show the true face of people. My silence will be my shield and my pain a sword, the cursed pain that thoughts to be endless.

I want to mourn but my tears do not come out, I smile but I have some reason to do it, just think of it, words and actions were useless dreams died as a summer night, now it is autumn and the north wind accompanies my pain, sweet barley drink that reminds me of the human I am, still only think she will be the happiest woman, no matter how hard she hurts me, I love her even though I knew she never would love me, a love that was never returned, broken dreams, dead illusions and an end that I looked ahead, just as it always has been.

Clouds draw figures in the immensity of sky, all under the same sky, but fortune did not smile at all. Live or what.

9.8° "BrokenHeart"

Nothing else matters to me only, your are the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me I miss you more than you'd like, but still would not be so weak you found a substitute so easy, I Desire hate but I love you so much that is so difficult , I love you but nothing was enough for you, words and deeds was as lies for you I try it so hard I really tried, images of my life with you cross my mind nothing else matters only you, but are now so far that it hurts so much, these so far that the time are just beside you in the chest like daggers, daggers that stick slowly as the images of a life with you, when you made the final decision for both, I feel so sick because they can not have done anything, but in the end nothing more matter, just one that your happiness will not hit me. Birds fly and you're with them a wolf sees only the distance like.

It's just a wolf trying to love a rose

It hurts only when I love as a star, it hurts so much that if this is not love I do not know what really is love, I wish not to be so weak but I know that the distance is the only thing that can save me, or at least like the tale of Oscar Wilde bleeding so slowly so painful. Time will heal me or kill me, but I do not care, I feel so sick but I know what I do not change what happened. My actions were never enough, regardless of how much love you. I am so sick and still do not feel alive, so far from you, so far from my being. A smile to live and another to die alone and in silence. Invisible to the eyes of another person. But seek the road to my happiness or at least is what I would try to do with my heart broken and my body without wings.

A wolf trying to be happy with a rose, something else may not be possible, I try to mourn but the tears do not leave, try to be as hard as I can, but there is no more than an image. But I have the courage to live, until I find someone who is worthy to break my fucking life. but that is my fate that even attempting to fight.

For those who have to die I raise my sword and my dreams.

"Ojala y sea la mujer mas feliz del mundo"

DRG

It is always the same song, the same spectator trying to find the solution, as always a tragedy that has a fine not happy seeing the laughter of the old gods, the favors are finished once gave way to faith, men seek further explanations, where only doubt prevails, where the words are nothing but lies, there remains no more than pain and blurred images. Without wishing to talk to anyone, knowing that words are like knives in wartime, only time can cure loneliness, tears that do not get even that pain is deep despair which invites the hatred that feeds the mind of men, when the time is never enough left over to reach a conclusion, hurtful words that make no sense to others and who do not deserve any attention, but still are painful and which make knives.

Attachment to a ephemeral world which nourishes our desires and ambitions to pray camber stuff. The search for a Utopian happiness, where humanity is against all, seeking control, finding false facts, creating new protocols, modified to make it simple and easy life.

Nothing to lose and a less to gain, the potential disappears, like the illusions when the light stops have the same intensity and things do not have the same taste, but still lives on death seem even more enjoyable to be breathing. Angeles who want to tear out their wings, exorcise demons and gods want you need to kill, just to feel something like life itself, knowing that only an Opiate. Blood is washed by rain, wounds that do not close, punishments seem to have no end in time of the men. Drinks that distort and give the opportunity to think of things that do not regularly think.

An angel without wings is not just a man without dreams and hopes. A man without demons is just one without fears. And a dead god gives way to more gods

Maybe

The nights grow longer and the shadows with them, images are mixed in the night, things are not always what they seem, the senses have always been deceived, some people call magic, illusions that are outside the usual perspective, but often not needed to achieve this claptrap, sometimes just words or actions of more simple, but often those dreams come true or so seem. Illusions that destroy the mind and that blind men as beams of men, but also inspire them to new worlds or to show different perspectives.

I have moved forward many times without even looking back, that now is not so hard for me wreck me an illusion, a dream that was only a dream, the shadows of my past or are consuming ever had done, I feel so vulnerable , as long I did not feel. But do not turn away, do not let me, keep me from the wind, and past the point of return. The illusion died as he had to be just a couple of months was necessary words were becoming lies, actions that were not enough, dreams that have become the worst nightmares. I stay alive even so, I have not seen anyone die for lack of love and sere and first I will not give even that ls clouds happen again do not let the sunlight I do not care how many curses fall on me or what people think, live by my statutes and my beliefs. I will not forget because it makes me who I am, no matter how stupid it may seem mo I regret the pain is still great and vast.

My spirit will be of stone and my mind will be strong, no matter I have paid many times by my sins, I am ready to do it again as many times as necessary, that fortune did not smile at all, but one day it would stop raining eventually . I might not watch it, maybe yes, just the time have the answer.

PTH

In this land where I've lost my compass, where only see shadows and flashes of light which dazzle like the sun itself, blinding as the road is more difficult to move, looking in hidden ways you new ways of living, trying not to look back, doing his best not to repeat the mistakes of my past, seeing that I have made ​​many mistakes, pictures of people who have come to me, as they have come and gone like leaves in the wind like leaves that are carried on wind, some not. Each path is different, it's too late not realizing it, some are easy to find great difficulties in other, sometimes there are no stars to guide you, and reference signals, looking for a place to call home, the time goes on and not return a constant flow without interruption. The Rain and has not stopped but it can always be worse, no matter what I will endeavor be on my way I can do nothing more.

Never thought it would be easy or that would have happy moments. Each decision has consequences, some have more cons than pros, but no matter I have taken my decision, I have wanted to go back, but not an option. The men are marked by their choices and the way in which they face. Every moment will be more difficult each time there will things that tell me I should come back, but I should not, I can not afford it, even you have to walk 18,000 km, I do not care paths have to cross, the parameters have to changes will continue regardless of changes occurring around me, a smile once gave me a false hope, now I see how false they may be the words and I prefer silence as the distance.

Memories are only memories, parts of the human mind that people follow it for a long time or a short one.It could be triggered by smells, tastes, words, songs, sounds, anything from the world around us, creating pain or happiness, in the minds of men.

1 month to destroy me
1 month to get anotherone

STRS

The stars that shine in the sky are the same for everyone but still for some traces of the past are, for some more are the window to the future, but like all these stars are born and die over time, have a life cycle everything in the universe, pieces of paper that will decompose over the years in which they have forgotten the words written by some writers, fantasy books, written on animal skins or papyrus mythical, everything succumbs time, but often the worst enemy it is man himself.

The longest journey begins with one step, I see the stars to be my guide, I will be willing to see the eyes hades just to find the answers that I need.

Riding through those laid stars in the celestial vault on illusions, seeing how the world changes and people leave out little by little parts of them, disappearing moments of the sight of men, but to do when you have nothing, when the rain has stopped, when it seems that the misfortunes surround you, you can only go on hoping that one day the wind blows in favor men tend to seek comfort zones, some of them just went out to have fun, even this has a m price and if I am paying for that, I have friends who have helped me throughout my life sometimes they have been lost in time and distance, the others are still there, and only some that I can call brothers, those who never betray me or stab me in the spathe, those that I have plenty fingers to count. Them to what they say are not good, stigmatized by the society. But I'm sure I could give my life for them, as they would be best to be able to help.

When the world turns you away
A friend will not say no
There is strength that we all have
It's not the strength we show
"Blood Brothers"- Manowar

Pain

The biggest pain is more than I expected but that does not make me leave, I made a decision, wind shows me the endless possibilities that arise in our universe, in my city where the wind blows every afternoon and takes the clouds moments, show figures or the most skillful of the sculptors could do, the wind has always represented change and an unstoppable element, one that does not submit to men, has never been an easy way of doing things, the difficulty of gives things flavor of life, shows us what we are negligible, although specialists in one subject will always be something that is out of reach, something that is impossible for us, something that is out of the limits of our understanding, there will be people who never find the wall and live happily, but what are try to resolve it, even life they go about it. Someone told me that nothing is impossible, but I believe every thing we meet there is always something more to do because so life is fun, if something had resolved all would be very boring it would be a pain in the ass.

Pain makes us who we are, but what we can enjoy moments of happiness, but also clouds the thought, that does not allow us spot things that change our world. But the pain just makes us strong, nourishes and fills us with pride, compels us to move forward, that would return back to recognize that not taking a decision to consciousness, but is a price that I have always been willing to pay. My actions may not always have been correct, but for me were the best that I could take under such circumstances, however I also know that many of them bad, but I do not regret all I can do is correct if I can, some do not or maybe I do not want to correct. But there are like tombstones on my back, live with them because I do not want to forget my mistakes.

From our lives' beginning on
we are pushed in little forms
no one asks us how we like to be
in school they teach you what to think
but everyone says different things
but they're all convinced that
they're the ones to see

"I want out"-Helloween


2 Months

Keep

Perhaps the river because I can not do otherwise, may not speak because only curses will come out of my mouth, maybe I write because I write. No one is good or bad people are defined by their actions and how are you are evaluated by others, whether individuals or groups of society, always looking evaludora catalog and approved in accordance with the principles of the group who are in power, foma that has been for generations and I doubt that there are changes, since we are in the squalid always placed a number that is according to our leverage, our behavior, including our values ​​that we instill skills from the family. I hear the echo of the words at some point talk, walk and kept walking, trying to think of other things, trying to imagine trying to dream again but it seemed impossible, the words were useless and actions made ​​no sense, it was all useless I'm not one to qualify people, even when I was teaching had to do, do not think anyone will can put a number or letter, and decide the future of a person. For many I am a bad person and not for others but do not mind, I am what I am.

I do not mind my dreams are broken, creating more no matter what I have to strive to live and behave according to me what I think is right, will work for what I think is necessary, daydreaming if necessary. Hare my worst faults my best virtues, just to prove I can be better, just to prove what I am, I do not care what you say society, or what people shout, I've never been good at listening, ignoring the recommendations anyway. Smile because I have no more, but I will not give because they do not know how to do, I will continue my life, I will walk on my ashes, heal my wounds myself, in my broken world will live again. Whether good or bad, my life is at stake.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle
Fly as high as the Sun
On your way, like an eagle
Fly, touch the Sun

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I'll fly

"Flight Of Icarus "-Iron Maiden

48°

Without hope and with a world ahead, with broken dreams and a world waiting to be explored, only in weeks a great decision will come, just a few days separate On me a moment which changed my life, I will not stop or as I look back and reach of your words, I'm tired in the end love did not work (if this was not love does not want to experience the true feeling), a drink for you, one last drink for you, abandoned and lonely, curiously I wish you well yet, but I'm tired and not want to see with those eyes, I no longer want to see your face or touch your lips, but in the end it was like script, your will end with the little I had , hoping that tomorrow never comes back, even knowing it impossible, knowing that my dreams will come true, today there will be no lasting bottle, but tomorrow shall begin from scratch, forget what I am for once, and I will be what I never, Thanks, really appreciate it, you gave the coup of grace that I needed to be what I need to be, you gave me the hope that never need, training rooms me that people only care about themselves and that love is not enough.

Thank you, thank you for everything, that dream will be destroyed as the castles in the clouds and the religions of men, there will not be God who lives forever, the men who need something to live. A memory that dies a smile that goes to hell, people will eventually die and their felling with them, there were only words, images and memories, some embodied paintings or other works of art, but science must be impartial or try, to forget feelings that cloud the minds of both men and inspire them with so many branches.

Forget, smile and CONTINUE.

I curse my feelings, I curse my lack of strength, and I wish her well, that's the only thing I can do to because I love her. Spit in my destination only to come back to laugh, because I had already lost it.

Polet

Moving on n degrees of freedom in all of them and still unable to manipulate time, but allows us to create, manipulate and even predicted a few things, all this thanks to the model, the abstraction that man has come to conceive, but that has not always have been enough to simplify the model to solve it, take it to things we know, to which we are familiar, where we lived, in some cases we have read, or worse just heard. But still we believe, and often we assume we can solve, but life is more complex, you can say you've learned from the past but nothing is as situations change every second, may be similar but there are always changes, you can not find and evaluate parameters to see whether they are adequate or even appear to be near the solution, you have no chance. Time does not forgive people like.

In life, all decisions more difficult are those in which the margin of error is zero, in which there is a change of direction in the course of life, can not turn back. Hating, desiring to be forgetting someone but I always lose, I can not win, I've forgotten how to smile I've forgotten who to be happy as in the past, I'll start from scratch because I've lost everything, and stop believing and stop dreaming, when I had in my hands is gone, all I have left is grief and sadness, I have lived with it so long that nothing else matters, I try to live but just want to die, slowly kills me every moment, every second makes me die why can not I be as strong as I wanted. My hatred made me stand, but now I'm nothing but a dreamer with broken dreams.

Te amo Polet pero al final fue inutil.

Y

Wandering with dreams in a world devoid of illusions, traveling guided by the stars that are feint by city lights, seeing stories in which men forget their origin, taking pictures for not trying to forget what they are leaving their memories reflected in pictures, setting aside his mind, preventing the clouds in the sky draw pictures that can not be drawn by men, memories that are triggered by smells, sounds, idealizations that are more than vague sighs in this world, images of people that are damaged or are being restored, some are still fuzzy, but the feelings he felt for them are still there, so strong and fine as the feelings they had for them.

I walk alone trying to be a little stronger, try to get away for not hurting anyone, making it possible to reinvent what I was, even knowing that the essence of the people does not change, recalling what I do not want to recall, feeling what I do not want feel, 'm just someone who dreams and can not stop dreaming, hoping that one day the pain is more tenuous, that my effort page dividends at least once, but I know that illusions are to be broken like glass castles and still are so strong to live in them.

Beyond the clouds and stars wherever they are images of ancient worlds created, there where the rain are caress and the sacred blood of a gorgon creates winged horses, where fire is delivered by a titan, chained to a rock for an eagle engulfed his bowels, there where myths live and men become heroes, a world in which the gods were more men than men, They are gods in which the possibility to believe in them exist.

Time

Time waits for no one, not even the gods.

Days do not come back, memories that are lost over time, faces are forgotten, they become fuzzy images, voices that are no longer, meaning and songs you do not want to hear again. The pain does not disappear, but you know that more is better not to enlarge the wound, solutions can not be applied, chaotic world view, where to say what you feel is wrong, where truth-telling is a fatality, where believing is the worst of all defects, but people do not change, nature tells them seek their well regardless of the other, there are few people who are not even say so otherwise, good Samaritans who are missing in the world those who see the good of others without thinking of themselves, I can not really be like them so that I think that I help the people that I care, they taught me not to think of me because I'm just a point in a painting, but every time I see how futile, disappointed people that protect or with attempts to do so is worst, I always hated the geocentric theory, lecturing causes for pleasure sought to explain the effects likely to arise.

If I am dead or alive does not matter, only the moment in which I live, which was affected by the past, it was modified only in moments, Not only by me but by those who were linked to me

People live and die according to his precepts and beliefs, or is at least what I believe, looking to end their misery, seeking to achieve their wishes, some flying so high that his wings melt and other prefer to be creeping animals. But only a few reach their glory, that makes us feel alive when we reach a goal, although this is very small almost imperceptible to the eyes of others.

Time being an implacable judge who can not cheat, one that governs all beings without exception, one that suffocates his mere presence, which nobody has been able to overcome or is what has been seen. A second older every second, one second not to return, a second left, a moment that still hurts.

Move

Wandering between two worlds, having a transition that is modeled in time, seeing the changes that occur in our world that guide paramtros, pr trying to change the sake of change. Showing new imperfections, Tranter to hide modifying the behavior of our being, trying to do things that are impossible for man, watching the dreams disappear like ice in the early spring, a sky so clear that lets you see the moon and stars withthe water clarity so far lost in eternity, so beautiful that men pomanders and stories created by thinking about them, wanting to touch them, looking for inspiration in them, writing, painting, singing or perhaps to find satisfaction in what we call art, admiration for those who carry out or complete incomprehension for generations.

Uncertainty in the world that allows perpetual motion from the point of view of humans, a spark of humanity that lasted for the time of the earth, spices have come and gone over time and the land continues. without waiting for anyone.

Walking between the stars looking for the meaning of things, trying to explain what our instincts tell us, seeking the reason why we move, shaping all we can, to explain and control their behavior, just to satisfy us. Drugs that elevate our thoughts that allow us to reach new horizons, people who achieve s need for them, destroying our world, changing paradigms, such as Galileo Galilei said to be retracted against the Inquisition "Eppur Si Mouve".

I just think is a little I have left.

Men

Walking in the shadows of the trees, seeing some decayed by time and men, arrested off the rocks that block the road, design a different world in my mind, trying to imagine a world where the stars are in the ground and the roses walk between men, looking where perfection has never existed, showing that men only particles moving along the time, in the space, looking for neighborhoods which converges, but applications tend to chaos, our world is transformed by the facts of the universe and acts of the humankind, deranged our vision, in which we seek for stability, aiming to control our environs, that's what we need because we need to feel fine, pretend that we can control our surroundings, when all we can do is maintain a certain behavior, which allows us to modify or so it seems, with behavior as nonlinear and stochastic it is almost impossible to predict. But there are always predictive behaviors and those eyes which people calls the window to value the soul, to watch it, for those who have one.
Some believe that God or the gods are the plans to all those who decide on the men. Having fun with them putting obstacles and situations to test their faith, seeing how strong your willpower, making a pact with Mephistopheles, disputing the souls of men like a ball in a football game, slowly breaking down, devastating just to see who is superior, ironic for a good of love and hope

[Male Voice]
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

[Female Voice]
Yes, I believe - truly.

Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist...he is long
since dead. Someone...something rules in his
place.

"And When He Falleth" - Theater of Tragedy