That´s my problem

No, I don’t think I’ve been defiled. 

But I haven’t been saved, either. 

There’s nobody who can save me right now.

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Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand.

Crónica del pájaro que da cuerda al mundo

No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can’t do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.

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¿Porque las personas tenemos que estar tan fuckingmente jodidas?
Aunque me doy cuenta me cuesta cambiarlo, pero me puedo dar cuenta.
Como es que algunas personas que caen siempre en el mismo error toda su vida nunca se dan cuenta?
¿Será mejor vivir siendo un ignorante?

Sputnik, mi amor

You know what I’d really like to do the most right now? Climb up to the top of some high place like the pyramids. The highest place I can find. Stand on the very top, look all around the world, see all the scenery, and see with my own eyes what’s been lost from the world...

La argentinidad

Podemos ser lo mejor
o tambien lo peor
con la misma facilidad...

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Pies para que los quiero,
si tengo alas para volar.

:(

So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent....

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Cuando está oscuro y ya nadie te oye
cuando cae la noche
y no parás de llorar.
Al final del túnel de los desahuciados
hay un puerto abierto
a quien ansía llegar.
Yo estaré en el faro de los ahogados
Te estaré esperando
No vayas a demorar.
Una noche larga de una vida corta
pero no me importa
basta poderte ayudar.
Y son tantas marcas que ya forman parte
del que soy ahora
pero no pienso aflojar.
Yo estaré en el faro de los ahogados
Te estaré esperando
No vayas a demorar

Hear the Wind Sing

Talking about the dead is hard, more so talking about those who died young. That’s because having died, they are young forever. However those of us left behind grow older, year by year, month by month, day by day. Sometimes I even feel myself getting older by the hour. And what is really scary is that it’s actually happening.