miércoles, 29 de octubre de 2014
lunes, 24 de junio de 2013
The Home
The shadows were dancing with the fire of bonfire, and the man was thinking about the past, but it was a long time ago, her smile was vanishing from his mind, his eyes have lost their light and the reality is devouring his memories, laceration without pain in his body were made by the razors of the wind, the darkness was his home the fire was his punishment, no more tears form his eyes, his voice was cold like his soul, but not as cold as the place where he lies, his clothes were torn a long time ago and he was still in the same place. The time was just time in this place without sun, without stars, the moon have disappeared in this real and ti was in his heart, shining with power of a past love, when the wolf was singing to her, but the wolf was to old, very tired and to blind to walk the same path, here was his final place int the shadows, the sound of a step bring another memories to him, She was listening to him with her black curls, and and curious questions but he was thinking in why, but the end was quick an painfull, the ghost path was his way, the past was a heavy rock in the back,
When the steps cesed she was here again but this time she wasn't alone, there was a man with her, both were black robes, and the man began to speak.
-Here you are again lonely, paying for sins you didn't commit.
-No I am here because I want to be here, this is the place I belong, because here is the only place where she is not going to come.
Her face was full with anger and she said
-Always her only her. She is happy or sad, but is not your fate suffer just because you want you love the pain, what is wrong with you?
-Nothing my sins are greater, maybe not for your eyes or to you father, but for mine are the worst and I should paid for them, In live I have paid, but here I can think about a lot of things, the past is part of me, like you are part of this world, nothing more can be said but a lot of things can be made, The reality is just a mirage, of the human life. But now here this fire show me the power to beleive, the power to walk against the wind in the darkness night, Maybe this is just a dream and you will be the godess of the death.
She was smiling, when the man in black robes said
-Then this will be your home in the deep place of my realm
-Thanks my lord
-But I will come here again.
-As you wish
The women said
-I am not going to give up, I will let you play with the madness. But just for now.
-
When the steps cesed she was here again but this time she wasn't alone, there was a man with her, both were black robes, and the man began to speak.
-Here you are again lonely, paying for sins you didn't commit.
-No I am here because I want to be here, this is the place I belong, because here is the only place where she is not going to come.
Her face was full with anger and she said
-Always her only her. She is happy or sad, but is not your fate suffer just because you want you love the pain, what is wrong with you?
-Nothing my sins are greater, maybe not for your eyes or to you father, but for mine are the worst and I should paid for them, In live I have paid, but here I can think about a lot of things, the past is part of me, like you are part of this world, nothing more can be said but a lot of things can be made, The reality is just a mirage, of the human life. But now here this fire show me the power to beleive, the power to walk against the wind in the darkness night, Maybe this is just a dream and you will be the godess of the death.
She was smiling, when the man in black robes said
-Then this will be your home in the deep place of my realm
-Thanks my lord
-But I will come here again.
-As you wish
The women said
-I am not going to give up, I will let you play with the madness. But just for now.
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viernes, 21 de junio de 2013
pwr
Nothing to lose, the power of believe, the mind of a dreamer fool the option to create, the fact of destruction in a room full of spirits of fallen dreams, I am not perfect like the gentleman of the XIX century, I have lost my honor, by my mistakes but I am still alive,I am very proud to suicide, the time is running and my live with it, paying the sins, dancing with the madness, dreaming with the past, I have the power to continue in this maze, this is no the end of this history the moon is behind the sky, the princess is in her palace and the rose is playing with her thorns.
Demons are mine I had create them, they are part of me, maybe they will be the ones who will destroy my soul and mind, But also they have give me the power to fight against them, every night is battle to confront, The sins are there my past is there, the future is uncertain, the fridge full of beer, and the vodka of the last tuesday, one more day, the coffee in the morining, the juice a couple of minutes later, a shot of vodka with it, the sun is hide across the sky are only clouds, moving like a ghost disappearing between the streets, the stealth motion of one who hate to make noise, one who love the silent.
The old man was sit in the shadows waiting for her, the night was cold, but the fire was strong, She was walking with her black dress, the clouds were over the sky, the only light was provided by the fire. The game was over a long time ago, his soul was her property, because he did not have the desire to fight again. The dreams and the sins.
The dice have been thrown, when she asked - are you happy here alone, far away from the place you belong - He open his eyes and with a cold voice answered - I have forsaken my past my present and my future - You could be with me if you want - I am not worthy, but your words are like the sing of an angel to me - But you not believe in gods - And you are here - I will come again until I hear the correct answer - I hope you have a nice return to your realm.
Demons are mine I had create them, they are part of me, maybe they will be the ones who will destroy my soul and mind, But also they have give me the power to fight against them, every night is battle to confront, The sins are there my past is there, the future is uncertain, the fridge full of beer, and the vodka of the last tuesday, one more day, the coffee in the morining, the juice a couple of minutes later, a shot of vodka with it, the sun is hide across the sky are only clouds, moving like a ghost disappearing between the streets, the stealth motion of one who hate to make noise, one who love the silent.
The old man was sit in the shadows waiting for her, the night was cold, but the fire was strong, She was walking with her black dress, the clouds were over the sky, the only light was provided by the fire. The game was over a long time ago, his soul was her property, because he did not have the desire to fight again. The dreams and the sins.
The dice have been thrown, when she asked - are you happy here alone, far away from the place you belong - He open his eyes and with a cold voice answered - I have forsaken my past my present and my future - You could be with me if you want - I am not worthy, but your words are like the sing of an angel to me - But you not believe in gods - And you are here - I will come again until I hear the correct answer - I hope you have a nice return to your realm.
viernes, 14 de junio de 2013
12 06 15 02
My head is a mess, a lot of knots running wild, running free, the convergence, is not as good as I wish, the true didn't free me, the night is still killing me, the word are still resouing in me head in my dreams the code is insane, your faces is windows I see, the mind is playing a geme I know I will not win, the rain cool the wather the sun is out of reach, my instincts clame for vengances and my heart for her lips, the dice have been tossed, the wheel of destiny is running without stop, crushing all in their way,Dyonisio is my friend this morning, this afternoon and this night, the sweet taste of fermented grape, the beer is not enough, There are not heroes in this story, the happy ending is not know, even if the possibility exist, th bet is high if you want something the prices should be paid and the sacrifice made. I am in debt with my own demons, and they did not accept excuses and make me paid everynight with the dreams of the beautiful past, of the gorgeous future that I will never reach.
The morning coffee is bitter, like the memories of a short past, names and action that mark the future without glory, full of pain, the books are empty, even when they are full of words that make the characters walk between the realm of reality and imagination, the poet in a dark place of city with the beautiful darkness of the forgotten, her name is in the air, that call shoul be make it, but the impact is to be viewed in the future, I donot know if it was the best action, but is mine is just mine. All the little things she told me are still in me, maybe is to late to forget, you have made your decision, but I also, I am ghost walking among the humans, writing without seeking redemption because I do not deserve it.
The seek for knowledge make live, make me feel alive, the pain is part of me, it make me powerful, the imagination is my gift and my curse, the fear is my compaion, and the boldness the key but I had learn form the fail, and forget the triumph.
I am not searching for a place among the heaven my place is in the tartarus, the place where I belong. But I will fight to live the life I choose.
The rose is red like the blood of my enemies, I will make the 9 circle here.
The morning coffee is bitter, like the memories of a short past, names and action that mark the future without glory, full of pain, the books are empty, even when they are full of words that make the characters walk between the realm of reality and imagination, the poet in a dark place of city with the beautiful darkness of the forgotten, her name is in the air, that call shoul be make it, but the impact is to be viewed in the future, I donot know if it was the best action, but is mine is just mine. All the little things she told me are still in me, maybe is to late to forget, you have made your decision, but I also, I am ghost walking among the humans, writing without seeking redemption because I do not deserve it.
The seek for knowledge make live, make me feel alive, the pain is part of me, it make me powerful, the imagination is my gift and my curse, the fear is my compaion, and the boldness the key but I had learn form the fail, and forget the triumph.
I am not searching for a place among the heaven my place is in the tartarus, the place where I belong. But I will fight to live the life I choose.
The rose is red like the blood of my enemies, I will make the 9 circle here.
martes, 11 de junio de 2013
Black as Midnight
Sleep a couple of hours, the body is breaking the coffee have no more effect, the words run through my fingers and I am not sure if want to write them, that memories is fresh like the water for a thirsty man, but it does not matter the past is there, it make me, it broke me, thae words an the action that mark the course of the time, make history that shouldn't be written,but past is paart of the facts of this present, hundreds miles away from home.
This path is what I choose, maybe is not the best maybe is the worst, I lead my destiny with this sick eyes, an this broken soul, my sins are with me I walk among the ghosts of my memories, the coffee run right through my system, is my meal maybe my dinner, but is just what i need I hope morphes will touch me and take me to the realm of the dreams, I hope I will not rememberof nothing in the morning, that dreams the kill the mind,those dreams that can break the body. A rose in the night, the cold beer to induce the sleep, Her number is in my mind even when I don not want to call even when I delete it from my cellphone, I miss the wind, i miss the mountains in the horizon, but I really miss....
This path is what I choose, maybe is not the best maybe is the worst, I lead my destiny with this sick eyes, an this broken soul, my sins are with me I walk among the ghosts of my memories, the coffee run right through my system, is my meal maybe my dinner, but is just what i need I hope morphes will touch me and take me to the realm of the dreams, I hope I will not rememberof nothing in the morning, that dreams the kill the mind,those dreams that can break the body. A rose in the night, the cold beer to induce the sleep, Her number is in my mind even when I don not want to call even when I delete it from my cellphone, I miss the wind, i miss the mountains in the horizon, but I really miss....
One cup more maybe two or three.
lunes, 10 de junio de 2013
Bloody Kiss
One kiss that open your eyes, that kill your mind, one kiss to surrender a body, one smile, one memory that kill a mind, one promise to stand away, the mind blow the air, the sun in the sky, is time to forget or time to remember, just word in the dictionary, just word that make the people smile or cry, like a kiss from a rose. Kiss the fog of an illusion that fade away in the morning, with the bell of the church in the air, the start of a day in which I will die at night, the pages of the books are dancing in my brain, dialogs and images that popup in the imagination of the reader, the love is beautiful, and the tagedy is true, the maniacs walk between the realms, all the nightmares are written and sometimes they become true, like the kiss of a girl in the mouth of the wolf.
The pain is true, the betrayal is real, and is not written in the yellow pages of a tragic novel, the villian is me because I want the vengance written with the blood of my enemies, with the guitar solo in my mind, and the soprano voice in air, the sound of the broken bone and the scream for redemption, drilling my ears, but that kiss in the past make me weak, the smell return to my brain full of corruption make me human, just you, but the time will give me peace.
The hope and the remember must disappear with that pain, but is so fresh, the time is not enough for the scar close, the world keeps turning around the sun, and the moon is still there, The silent peacefull night give me dream that hurt more than the words of hope, and that kiss, because I still feel the pain of that love, because all I think is about her.
One rose, one dream and the pain is still there.
The pain is true, the betrayal is real, and is not written in the yellow pages of a tragic novel, the villian is me because I want the vengance written with the blood of my enemies, with the guitar solo in my mind, and the soprano voice in air, the sound of the broken bone and the scream for redemption, drilling my ears, but that kiss in the past make me weak, the smell return to my brain full of corruption make me human, just you, but the time will give me peace.
The hope and the remember must disappear with that pain, but is so fresh, the time is not enough for the scar close, the world keeps turning around the sun, and the moon is still there, The silent peacefull night give me dream that hurt more than the words of hope, and that kiss, because I still feel the pain of that love, because all I think is about her.
One rose, one dream and the pain is still there.
martes, 28 de mayo de 2013
Princess
When I started this blog I started with a video and a person that I still have in my mind and my soul today I dreamed with her, with her smile and her face, everything I remember about her, I am like a ghost hating to be a painful dream, like an asshole, I have hurt many people, many people who have been important to me, one was her, now walking alone in the shadows because is the place I belong, the songs start to pentrate my mind, destroying my defenses, now the days in the past are like a vison that hurt my pierced soul, That pain that hold me up in the morning, that make me wish the death, but my sins do not let me die, One cup of coffee in the damn morning, I hate to dream because every dream I have is nightmare now and was a dream in the past, the reality absob my body in the shower, the hot water hurts my skin and remind me I am not sleep, one beer and another cup is my breakfast, I remember of the ocean sound, the street full of presons that have their own problems, The music start with a forgonten song Echos of the luna cult, All I think is about her, about the bad dream I am now for her or is what I wish or What I want to be for her.
She is still a princess in a world far away, in a place where there is still hope, I want her happiness, even in my dreams I walk among the living ones I disappea frome their lives like a shadow, without warning, is my way of being, like a bastard, I do not deny I hurt me and the people around me, But is the only form I can control myself.
She wasn't the first one how I left, stop searching, talking, I disappear like a ghost like a bad dream, this is my way, knowing I would pay for my sins.
I am the architect of my own destiny, my past is my bridge and future is uncertain. But I would never forget what I have done to you little princess. I do not deserve forgiveness and I am not seeking redemption. I am who I am, nothing more nothing else, I have fogote how to smile, but that was the price.
She is still a princess in a world far away, in a place where there is still hope, I want her happiness, even in my dreams I walk among the living ones I disappea frome their lives like a shadow, without warning, is my way of being, like a bastard, I do not deny I hurt me and the people around me, But is the only form I can control myself.
She wasn't the first one how I left, stop searching, talking, I disappear like a ghost like a bad dream, this is my way, knowing I would pay for my sins.
I am the architect of my own destiny, my past is my bridge and future is uncertain. But I would never forget what I have done to you little princess. I do not deserve forgiveness and I am not seeking redemption. I am who I am, nothing more nothing else, I have fogote how to smile, but that was the price.
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