I still don't know. What do I pretend? Where is my faith? Where is my soul? Where is my smile? Where is my life?
It seems like I have lost all these things. And I don't know how to get them again. I'm lost, more than ever. I need rules. I need an order. I need my parents. I need a change, because if my life goes like this I would not be happy. I would not do rights things. And I don't want to do it. Is the eternal fight between my heart and my mind.
CLOCK
domingo, 29 de noviembre de 2009
WHAT DO I WANT OF LIFE?
sábado, 28 de noviembre de 2009
LET ME SCAPE FORM THE REALITY
That's what I do. Or what I Try to do. Scape. My reality is not ideal. Is not like in flims, books or photography. I don't have friends (any), I have a bad realionship with my father, and I've got a problem with my feelings and my acs. Crude reality. I want a new life, I want a change, I need it.
miércoles, 25 de noviembre de 2009
AND I REALIZED THAT I WANT TO CHANGE
Yes. I want to. I want to have a new life. It's my project. I want to find the right person for my. i want to fall in love for the first time in my life. i still don't know with whom, but I want to. I want to share. I want to have a friend. Just a real friend. Just a truth one. Just one. Someone who I can share all. And lay on the ground, and listen to the music, and talk, and cry, and laugh, and dream. I don't want to be alone anymore. My life will be wonderful. I'll make it wonderful. I can make it wonderful.
sábado, 21 de noviembre de 2009
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND AND GO ON
I just need to do it. I need to relax, to make something different, to make my dreams come true. And i will work for it. Starting by now.
jueves, 19 de noviembre de 2009
sábado, 14 de noviembre de 2009
NO NO NO
No. No quiero aceptarlo. No quiero aceptar que mis padres estan enfermos. Se que tengo que hacerlo. Pero no lo entiendo, mi mente no lo concibe.
Mientras tanto escucho una de las canciones mas tristes que vienen a mi mente en este momento:
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
"You just better start sniffin' your own
rank subjugation jack 'cause it's just you
against your tattered libido, the bank and
the mortician, forever man and it wouldn't
be luck if you could get out of life alive"*
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knocking on heavens door- Guns N' Roses
AND I NOTICED THAT I LIKE MY JOB

Women at work on C-47 Douglas cargo transport, Douglas Aircraft Company, Long Beach, Calif. (LOC), originalmente cargada por The Library of Congress.
Y me di cuenta de que me gusta el trabajo que puedo desempeñar. Despues de todo creo que elegí el sitio correcto, pese a todas las pegas.
viernes, 13 de noviembre de 2009
WELCOME TO ANOTHER LONELY FRIDAY NIGHT II
Otra vez me quedo fuera. Veo como se acerca el autobus, extiendo mi mano haciendo un gesto para que pare, pero hace caso omiso y sigue su camino, sin pensar un segundo en mí.
Y la soledad me consume.
MEDIUM CLASS
Envidia. Envidia de la asquerosa clase media, de todo lo que tienen y de todo lo que consiguen. De sus barrios con grandes árboles. De sus hijos refinados con esos uniformes llendo a magnificos colegios privados. De sus coches. De sus cuerpos de gimnasio. De sus vidas llena de cultura. De sus trabajos.
Fue todo lo que siempre quise. Es todo lo que no tengo
lunes, 9 de noviembre de 2009
sábado, 7 de noviembre de 2009
NORDIC FEVER
A nordic fever comes to my life. I want to take a plane and visit this exotic/mystic countries. I love all about Norway, Sweden, Finland, Denmark or Iceland. I want to know more about their culture, their politics and everything that make then what they are: wonderful countries
viernes, 6 de noviembre de 2009
jueves, 5 de noviembre de 2009
PRISIONER
Me siento prisionero en esta maldita jaula. Siento que no avanzo, que todo sigue igual, y el día a día se me hace una lata.













