' "I have done that", says my memory.
"I couldn't have done that", says my pride, and it remains inflexible.
In the end, my memory yields. '

Nietzsche

Quiero...

I want to know...
Quiero saber que es lo que pasa.

Quiero saber en donde estoy y hacia donde tengo que ir.

Quiero saber que es mentira y que es verdad.

Quiero saber que se siente estar en tu lugar, quiero saber lo que piensas.

I want to read your mind, I want to twist your thoughts.

Maldita sea! Como odio no saber!

Quiero que nada se interponga en mi camino.

I want a clear sky to see the stars tonight.

I want roses to be black and clouds to be purple.

I want a menthol ice-cream and vanilla cigarrettes.

Quiero que lluevan mariposas y que el cielo se vea de mil colores.

Quiero volar y nadar al mismo tiempo.

Quiero saber si la fantasía puede ser realidad.

Quiero encontrarte en mis sueños para poder hablar contigo.

Quiero coger una estrella y dártela en la mano.

Quiero tenerte.

I want the fairytales to be real to ride the seahorses in my stories.

Quiero tener una razón para ser felíz.

Quiero dormir para siempre y perderme en mi propia oscuridad.

I want to loose myself in darkness so there can be someone to find me.

Quiero tomar mucha agua, y que el agua te sepa a sangre.

Quiero que mi reflejo me sonría.

Quiero escribir un poema en las paredes de la ciudad que me encierra.

Quiero que las luces se apaguen y el fuego invada los corazones de la gente trsite que veo todos los días.

Quiero dejar de tener mil pensamientos idiotas y decir lo que de verdad quiero; pero no puedo

Quiero sentir frío y acabar con este cuento tan ridículo.

Quiero que todo vuelva a la normalidad.

It'll all work out. You'll see. In the end it's all nice.

The secret

I hold a secret inside of me.

A secret no one else knows even though everyone thinks so and has tried to sabotage it's meaning.

A secret so complicated that you'll have to search inside your own soul and not someone else's for clues.

A secret so confusing you will find it hard to believe.

I hold the secret that makes me happy.

I am the secret so mysterious, so confusing, so happy and yet so sad that everything you know will be twisted and changed.

I am the secret so new and refreshing that when you find out you won't recognize life's smell again.

Im am the secret residing in years of history but told in a story of just a few days.

I am the secret that will be revealed with the sweetest words of the world and will put a smile in some faces but will also draw some tears of a few eyes.

I am the secret to be delivered with sweet words and sealed with silent happiness.

I am the secret that holds the beginning of a new story...

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Paper doll

I know you have my soul, and I see it in your eyes...

Look at me in my paper dress, watch the blood run down my face,
and watch the blood run down my arms but don't take notice,
please don't take notice...

Now my soul is dead,
Now my body's raw,
You can numb my pain...

Look at me in my paper dress and wonder why I won't burn.
I'm just a paper doll...that's all...
Just a paper doll...








Alimentando asi, triste, la vida con el veneno, la misma muerte que vivo es la vida con que muero...

And I thought you were the one who knew me,
But now I realize you are the one that used me.

I thought you were able to read me,
Now I know you just pretended to rewrite me.

How could I believe you?
I am ashamed of myself, for I never thought I'd fall so easy,
so fast.

Annabel Lee

"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea. "

-- THE END --

Edgar Allan Poe

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in my head there's only you now...

El sueño

Si el sueño fuera una tregua,
un puro reposo de la mente,
¿por qué, si te despiertan bruscamente,
sientes que te han robado una fortuna?
¿Por qué es tan triste madrugar?
La hora nos despoja de un don inconcebible,
tan íntimo que sólo es traducible en un sopor que la vigilia dora de sueños,
que bien pueden ser reflejos truncos de los tesoros de la sombra,
de un orbe intemporal que no se nombra y que el día deforma en sus espejos.

¿Quién serás esta noche en el oscuro sueño, del otro lado de su muro?

-Borges-

Oh tell me where your freedom lies, the streets are fields that never die. Deliver me from reasons why you'd rather cry, I'd rather fly.

Am I a lucky lady in the city of lights,
or just another lost angel, city of nights?

I know I'm not ok...I'm no o fucking k!!

I'm standing half a world away, but I will follow your voice to get away and someday I will be gone, soon I will be here no more. And when I get there you'll hear my tale through my blood.

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"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it

Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry

The one without tears

For I've been given this its strength

And it has become my only strength.

Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality

Where being wanted became a thrill, I never knew,

The sweet piano writing down my life.

Teach me passion for I fear it's gone

Show me love, hold the lorn

So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me

I'm sorry.

Time will tell

This bitter farewell

I live no more to shame

Nor me, nor you

And you...I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

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If only...

If only we could live in the moon,
we'd stare at the full earth -holding hands- contemplating it's bright blue ocean and the starfish surrounding it.
We'd play our chordless guitars and sing our songs in silence thinking about each other.
We'd be able to hold on to the stars and forget our fears. There would be no more crying and our tears would be replaced with countless smiles and laughter.
We'd stop wondering about fairytales 'cause we'd be living one of our own.
And if we had to come back, we'd tell them our story. If only they could believe us, they couldn't help but wonder how did we manage to get so lucky.

A little guidance please...

For some stupid reason I can't help but search for the meaning of the voices in my head telling me tu jump, to fly away, to escape. But how can I do that?...And...should I?
I wishe there was a light to guide me, a light pointing into the right direction, or at least the one I should take.
I don't really know if I should let the wind take me away without knowing my final destination or where will my destiny drag me to. All I know is that a part of me wants to stay in the place that I've been occupating for so long; and there is the pother part telling me to break free. I know my heart wants to fly away, but my mind wants to stay and try to move on. Should I listen to my mind and stick to the logical side of the situation? Or should I embrace the opportunity to spread my winds open again, to fly again and be free to feel the wind beneath my wings. Should the world see me traveling through the black night sky? Am I worthy of smiling forever?
If only I had a little guidance.
If only the one that really knows me and has seen me how I really am, the one that has seen my wings stay still for so long and has listened to my silent tears, if only the one could tell me what will it be. Will it be yes? Or will it be sorry?
Do you really know what I am and do you accept it? From the bottom of your heart?
Will you fly away with me?

From behind the cat's scratch, only the one true mystery can be.

To see the real mystery, one must live in the darkness to be free.

I can't take my mind off of you...I wish you were here...I left my heart open...But you didn't understand... 

Breathe no more

I

I've been looking in the mirror for so long
Taht I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces fallen, shatter
Shards of me too sharp to put back together
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her and I bleed I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe no more.

II
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirit's well
Yet again you refuse to drink like stubborn child
Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever
And of this will make sense when I get better
I know the difference between myself and my reflection
I just can't help but wonder
Which of us do you love, so I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe no
Bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe, I breathe, I breathe no more.

Decisive moment..

Countless times I've cried my heart out without a reason;
Several times I've stood alone screaming out my soul to scare the pain away.
I lay here, broken and tired of breathing the freezing air of pain surrounding me,
I need to get away and bleed,
I need my wounds to give me peace.
I'm sitting here, submerged in my cold tears, with my eyes dry from crying, shivering to death with thw weight of the pain sinking me down. And all I want to do is bleed...bleed until I stop feeling, until I breathe no more and my tears become useless because my eyes are shut and I'm not condemned to see you anymore.
I say goodbye to you and the pain I was used to for so long.

Scars

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel ...