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

DMN

The movement that so many look like ants from one side to the other, chaotic as it should be out of quick exits the subway, looking for clues, seeking new solutions for old problems, still open to new, encoding, encrypting, and creating just for fun, a day to remember as everyone else, a person traveling between strangers, people who are unlikely to see again, doors are closed and it is better not open them, hide old demons and evils which would be better not to see them again , some of them so old that have been forgotten by the men, would be say by Lovecraft, but the greatest evil of the men is inside the mind of man himself creating his own demons and enemies, a scenario in which the actors are so great fears and insecurities as the imagination allows searching think they are not alone, trying to be the center of his own universe. Sometimes they will be awarding those thoughts created by our subconscious than those that feed us inside, we quench with that fear that makes us feel alive.

Tomorrow may be worse, but never mind, with memories of a painful past, a past that was so dark and yet so beautiful dual as the man himself as deep as the October sky crowned with stars, all these years trying to deny certain facts to seek refuge where there was an attempt to create empires in the clouds, flying so high that the sun melted my wings and a rose job done in a matter of days. Trying to keep the memories close to my thought, trying to do away with the hope that intoxicates me with false visions of a world to which I can not belong, which will always be others. Every morning I get the idea and every night I try not to dream of what are now my worst nightmares. Continue as a harlequin mask showing waiting time do lessen the pain, or that this creates a larger wound.

Smile when your heart broke, I curse the love, at least is what I want.

We are who we are, people do not change.

dead

When the dead walk among the living, tasting their food and drinks, that enjoy when they were alive, traveling between men who do not have fear if awaiting their return with joy and hope, because those are my traditions, which I always enjoy, looking at the cemetery, playing as a child. Maybe that's why I'm not afraid to die, the dead are not forgotten here in my country and we make fun of death as well as respect it.

But there are more human deaths than have actually died Walk like moths to the fire desperately seeking a end, trying to satisfy their needs, their desires, their revenge, their purposes, some do not see beyond their last wish, others want to forget it again. But there are also those who try to stop being dead, desperately seeking to be back among the living, seeking strength to where you have opportunity, these are the agreements that created or to which they were subjected.

Sometimes it's best to go between them that is the only place you can call home.

A glass of wine, remembering willing forget agonizing feeling a pain for which no use common cures and medicines have no effect. But even so it is best to pretend to be alive, now I hope that the dead have a feast and return safely to their world, because the living dead will follow with their cries.

One smile, one whisper, one voice.