viernes, septiembre 29, 2006

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1 Month.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

lunes, septiembre 25, 2006

Morning

this morning
Unnatended beauty
made me feel unease
love is a tragedy
love is a never ending song

Ivan.

tired

God I am so tired
I need a bless, an oasis
some wind inside my veins
some subtle warmth,
a way out, will I ever find a way out.

Ivan.