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viernes, septiembre 29, 2006
jueves, septiembre 28, 2006
definition of life
Life is like a fucking melody
that someone played over and over
(just so you hate it)
and somehow, against all odds
you manage to forget it.
Ivan
that someone played over and over
(just so you hate it)
and somehow, against all odds
you manage to forget it.
Ivan
No title, disambiguation and prose are back.
No title, disambiguation and prose are back.
It was going to be hard like trying to stand on a ladder you are just building. Like invisible steps on the mist of emptyness. Can someone teach me the ritual of life?. Was it brave ? was it destiny ?. the red line that takes revenge, it hurts cause still means happiness, you will never know how long it is, or it was. And when your feets give up, you will have to walk anyway. Down the cliff, not darkness, not death, but regret, betrayal, of that unique and tormentous momen when you decided who you were going to be.
It was going to be hard like trying to stand on a ladder you are just building. Like invisible steps on the mist of emptyness. Can someone teach me the ritual of life?. Was it brave ? was it destiny ?. the red line that takes revenge, it hurts cause still means happiness, you will never know how long it is, or it was. And when your feets give up, you will have to walk anyway. Down the cliff, not darkness, not death, but regret, betrayal, of that unique and tormentous momen when you decided who you were going to be.
prediction, future love.
Prediction.
and what am i going to do
with all this love ?
put it in my highschool locker
and recreate all the exams i failed
like a lonely musician
who nobody listens, but everyone loves
hide it under my shirt,
let it sweat the passion of nothingless
my eyes will grow tired,
they'll see less, appretiate more
like that man that one day
took her away from me,
a constant subterfuge for my gray tears
watch me die, watch me a thousand times
i am harmless to you,
like a wind that conforts your sleep
this love will never go where he wanted to
constantly withdrawing,
constantly climbing
Ivan.
and what am i going to do
with all this love ?
put it in my highschool locker
and recreate all the exams i failed
like a lonely musician
who nobody listens, but everyone loves
hide it under my shirt,
let it sweat the passion of nothingless
my eyes will grow tired,
they'll see less, appretiate more
like that man that one day
took her away from me,
a constant subterfuge for my gray tears
watch me die, watch me a thousand times
i am harmless to you,
like a wind that conforts your sleep
this love will never go where he wanted to
constantly withdrawing,
constantly climbing
Ivan.
martes, septiembre 26, 2006
something like a requiem
something like a requiem
from the bottom line,
like a bird who has been shot
i will look at the sky
the moment of my death.
the audience, contrary to believe
won't cry, won't smile
i will be wondering
with the last sparks in my head
was it God the one who killed me?
and if i happen to see
through the corner of my eye
that the wind hides from me
i will know.. that i have won.
Ivan.
from the bottom line,
like a bird who has been shot
i will look at the sky
the moment of my death.
the audience, contrary to believe
won't cry, won't smile
i will be wondering
with the last sparks in my head
was it God the one who killed me?
and if i happen to see
through the corner of my eye
that the wind hides from me
i will know.. that i have won.
Ivan.
te para tres again
I told her, believe, trust.
love your body as a shrine
she cried that morning
and spend the whole day fixin the garden.
as if in flowers she will find freedom
i went to find it in an old worn book
that night we fucked like animals
it was,
a beautiful day.
Ivan
love your body as a shrine
she cried that morning
and spend the whole day fixin the garden.
as if in flowers she will find freedom
i went to find it in an old worn book
that night we fucked like animals
it was,
a beautiful day.
Ivan
lunes, septiembre 25, 2006
viernes, septiembre 22, 2006
high tide
high tide
been touching my knees
wrinkled and hurted
i can't remember the scars stories
i can't remember the pain
makes me wonder if i finally grew old
been touching my knees
wrinkled and hurted
i can't remember the scars stories
i can't remember the pain
makes me wonder if i finally grew old
sábado, septiembre 16, 2006
negacion de un suspiro
negacion de un suspiro
como una rafaga, como un asesinato
como queriendo volver a nacer
descubrio, la imagen de su cuerpo
un celo insoportable en mi vientre
y mis huesos crujieron, avivados
como diciendo: no te perdonamos
una gota de sudor que nunca sera derramada
sera el carbon hirviente, cosmico
que guiara el deseo de mi revancha
y sentira ella en su cuspide babilonica
el dolor insoportable del desamor.
Ivan
como una rafaga, como un asesinato
como queriendo volver a nacer
descubrio, la imagen de su cuerpo
un celo insoportable en mi vientre
y mis huesos crujieron, avivados
como diciendo: no te perdonamos
una gota de sudor que nunca sera derramada
sera el carbon hirviente, cosmico
que guiara el deseo de mi revancha
y sentira ella en su cuspide babilonica
el dolor insoportable del desamor.
Ivan
sábado, septiembre 02, 2006
Domingo
Es solo un hecho,
nadie dice nada,
sin escandalo
sin contratiempos
cuando era joven solia creer en la libertad
pero creer no sirve de nada.
nadie dice nada,
sin escandalo
sin contratiempos
cuando era joven solia creer en la libertad
pero creer no sirve de nada.
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