I liked this:

Yo estoy en contra de mí
cuando estoy contra cualquiera.
Porque cualquiera soy yo
como si yo no lo fuera

Translation:
I am against me
when I'm against anyone
For whoever I am
As if I were not


Getting anything?

This is just a thing to do in the blog.

"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer."
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Just thought I'd share.
Happy 2010 everyone!

I only cried once in my whole life while writing something, 4 years ago. It was too personal to my heart that I couldn't stop. This is the second personal thing that I count. Although this time it made me smile [:

1-The colossal oceans.
2- A full moon could never burn alone.
3- Your lustful beauty.
4-The echoes of your existence scatter my everything.
5-Spring moments in Autumnal days.
6- Smile of the chameleon.
7- The telltale.
8-A book, never completely finished.
9- A flicker of light.
10- The chimera of dancing in a masquerade.
11-The pirouette.
12- Fatigued eyes running after a memory invisible.
13- Memory-painted pictures are ever indelible.
14-Prayers before the aurora.
15-Death is never too far.


Inspired~

I've got a lonely sun shining with debility in my skies.

(Am I colorblind because I'm dreaming, or I'm dreaming because I'm colorblind?)

Love, once carved on bleeding stones,
never attained to beating.
And I, looking at the tidal waves;
tomorrow didn't bring any wonders

How did your sadness creep in to my dreams?

You
-dreams thief-
sift the vitality, and bereave
me of my strength

(Your colorful world left nothing to my almost-colorless life.
How could you?)

Once upon a time the nirvana of my dreams
walked into my life and I was
as alive as can be

(You promised tomorrow it'd end)

Tonight the fullness of the moon
leaves me stranded ashore,
and I don't believe in forever, yet
I don't believe in you..

Can you heal an unbroken heart?

Your image is getting old in my sleep,
It's as hideous as a relinquished book.
And I could only see you in black and white-
Release me, I'm jaded..

Would you color my dreams?


Written November 24.09 11:39 pm.

Don't dance on my songs
you kill the ecstasy that keeps me alive..