Hoy lo ví. ¿Se dió cuenta de cómo lo miraba?
Qué raro es saber que a pesar de que ya ha pasado un tiempo, todavía siento exactamente lo mismo que el día ese en que me dejó sólo, llorando, mirando desde un puente como se iba para siempre. Lo peor es que todavía quiero llorar y gritar. Cuánto lo amo, ¿Sabía? Yo nunca lo dije en vano. De verdad lo sentía, lo siento.
Lo siento. Lamentable, ¿No?
Pensar que a veces sigo con usted en mi mente. Y cuando parece que empiezo a olvidarlo, ahi aparece usted. Qué injusto.
Who is the selfish here? Ah?
Why don't you just answer that bloody question once and for all?
Pero nada. Yo seguiré pensando que usted es al único que quiero mientras usted se revuelca por ahi en camas ajenas, robando alientos ajenos que no le pertenecen.
Que mal ¿no?
martes, 19 de octubre de 2010
domingo, 17 de octubre de 2010
Sunday. Octobre 17
There is not enough space.
There is not enough love for the others.
Too much self-centeredness.
Quite a few gifts.
Anyway.
There is not enough love for the others.
Too much self-centeredness.
Quite a few gifts.
Anyway.
sábado, 2 de octubre de 2010
Brand New Day
Blessings from high above. Yeah, right.
Easy come, easy go. For what is worth, most writings, at least mine, have a code the writer uses, for people not to exactly get what is being expressed by the author (as if anybody were reading this). Today is quite an odd day, but if I start thinking, all these days have been pretty much different from what my usual rutine is (or was). I woke up at 8.45 and went to the gym, spend a couple of hours and talked to a very very interesting person I'd love to get to know much more. Afterwards, I came home, and after doing nothin on the pc for some minutes, I took a nap. I woke up, and honestly, do not remember what I dreamt about. Then (and here comes the coded part), what had begun some months ago as a fooling around became kinda real. The heart broke a bit, though it was kind of cool, and old memories of hurting times came along. The most hated words were remembered and blue covered everything. Red took over, though. And it was suddenly.
Anyway, the rest of the day just passed as any other saturday, I saw some good friends who have been so precious, and I had a great night time.
Easy come, easy go. For what is worth, most writings, at least mine, have a code the writer uses, for people not to exactly get what is being expressed by the author (as if anybody were reading this). Today is quite an odd day, but if I start thinking, all these days have been pretty much different from what my usual rutine is (or was). I woke up at 8.45 and went to the gym, spend a couple of hours and talked to a very very interesting person I'd love to get to know much more. Afterwards, I came home, and after doing nothin on the pc for some minutes, I took a nap. I woke up, and honestly, do not remember what I dreamt about. Then (and here comes the coded part), what had begun some months ago as a fooling around became kinda real. The heart broke a bit, though it was kind of cool, and old memories of hurting times came along. The most hated words were remembered and blue covered everything. Red took over, though. And it was suddenly.
Anyway, the rest of the day just passed as any other saturday, I saw some good friends who have been so precious, and I had a great night time.
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