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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!