1. Contradicciones
    Una tras otra
    Contradicciones
    Si no es el corazón es la vida.

    Escupir al cielo.

    Poco a poco mi cara se llena de escupitajos.

    Nada veo, excepto lo que dije que no sucedería… Y que igualmente está sucediendo.

    Soy un idiota. Soy un estúpido. Cegado en la agonía de amarguras como consecuencia de prolongadas cobardías.

    Es lo que merezco, ni más ni menos, por aún no caer en cuenta del todo que la vida se termina cuando se termina.

  2. I see what I believe I see and see no more
    From what I can tell, I don’t remember anything
    There’s no need to talk about it any more

    I think I believe, I fear fearing that this is true.
    Life clouded over totally.
    I’m lost
    And I don’t know how to look at what I left back there.

    At that long road
    That one day watched me walk
    This blind injury grew
    That erased today my yesterday.

    Strangers speak about who I was
    They pretend to give me warmth without my knowing anything.
    There’s not even need
    To cry for being like this.
    My amnesia tells me absolutely nothing else
    Except for that feeling of anxiety

    At that long road
    That one day watched me walk
    I burned down a biography
    And blew away ashes of yesterday.
    Don’t try to teach me who wanted me
    And who I should love.
    The day zero starts
    And tomorrow its continuity…

    And I blew away ashes of yesterday.
    And I blew away ashes of my yesterday

    Don’t try to teach me…
    Who wanted me and who should I love.

    Who wanted me and who should I love

  3. REPRESSED

    by dark-precipice

    Something moves and crawls and smarts – �
    A moan, a scream, a dying word –
    And then falls down and falls apart
    As if you’ve shot a singing bird.

    Dreams and secrets, hopes and guilt,
    Fears and joy – they all stay hidden,
    Locked inside and left to wilt,
    Should they ever come unbidden.

    Eternal, mortal, chained and locked,
    Lost and found and never sought,
    True and false, denied and mocked,
    Confusing, strange and slightly odd –

    You hide them like a bleeding sore,
    Let them crawl inside your head
    Until they starve and are no more,
    And so on, so on – until you’re dead.

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  4. pensamientos-de-suicida:

cremademani:

"tus pensamientos te matan" o “eres una victima de tu propia mente” ?

Eres víctima de tu propia mente

    pensamientos-de-suicida:

    cremademani:

    "tus pensamientos te matan" o “eres una victima de tu propia mente” ?

    Eres víctima de tu propia mente

    Reblogged from: mybracula
  5. Coreografía musical al estilo Tron …. espectacular :o

  6. radtracks:

    all i want is you // barry louis polisar

    if i was a flower growing wild and free
    all i’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee
    and if i was a tree growing tall and green
    all i’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

    Reblogged from: ajnarevorg
  7. Reblogged from: jumape07
  8. Eat better. Run more. Squat more. Sleep earlier. Wake up earlier. Make a good breakfast. Drink water. Eat fruits. Read books. Adventure. Talk less. Listen more. Feel deeper. Love better. Open your eyes. Experience life. Be happy.
    Reblogged from: ajnarevorg
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