n listen

dreaming of the beats and lights, it's almost the time and they won't forgive if we let this pass, we're and we have to make it worth it each second we spend here
dreaming of the whispers they won't listen when the music is filling every corner of the place, not even when some scream names trying to reach them, not even if it's about their lost drinks... tacit promises on the tray, silent treaties signed under the bar... time to get along with the game... listen... it's the call, the main lights are off and only the dance floor has life in it, time for attack.
and they won't regret losing another person and they won't remember those that made them cry. there's a crowd to please and money to collect, it's time for everything but remembrance
did you hear that? it's someone's heart, it's someone's mind on the floor again, neurotic jumping on the chairs looking for a smoke or just something to look cooler, did you hear that? it was your glass meeting the floor, it was your wallet kissing the stairs, it was your heels staying 3 steps behind you, it was that slap on your butt and the blink of that person at your fine body... it's not time for regret nor remembrance, it's now and nothing else... let them dance and pray
taking a break for a while, a good time to stare outside and through the windows it looks like a scene from bad junkie movie, its taking too long, they better get in, it isn't over yet... did you hear that? a slammed door crushing someone's look and hopes, it's no time to remember there was a heartbeat in the beginning.
come with what you've got, stand still and walk, smile and sell, please as much as you please, satisfy them and go to sleep... it feels so humid and hot and starts again.
will they let it go? will they find the same they like in a few hours when they wake up and look at themselves in the mirror? it's not time for remembrance, it's now what matters the most "i can't fix what happened" is the first and last line they have in their minds every night. colorful joy and bliss, defenseless novices at the place, allucinated people and too much alcohol to dispose of, hands full of bills awaiting for more and more like there would not be any other day... there was a target in the beginning and it was forgotten.
they were into it for it, they thought of fighting for it, they swore on their blood... and it's gone, almost buried, almost forgotten... but as long as they don't make up their minds on what they really want they'll be in between 2 worlds, no where to escape but with a single decision to take. it shouldn't be that hard, don't you think? just like everynight, getting ready and staring at themselves in the mirror, looking very different from what they were long ago, some music tracks as reminders of what started everything and there they leave, there they arrive, so tired to realise time is gone so easy and is not coming back. it was easy, once, when faking wasn't a daily event

blessed morning

entire, complete, whole
that's the size of my bed
clouds in the line of sight of the sun and i
it still lets some rays go through them
is there something really new under the sun or clouds? always... but it seems to pass unnoticed to everyone... there's something new for all kinds of taste, mood and whatever your exquisite mind and heart might want to find... the question is... do you want to see it? do you feel worthy to see it? do you feel corageous enough to see it?...
i think that is the whole question...

for many people will never find their "love" because they are so afraid of being dissapointed that they reject everyone and everything... and/or believe they've seen them all so they limit the world to what they know... what for? avoid the unknown with all its "new" ways to impress and dissapoint? it seems true for me the more i see acting like that... and that's just one example

are you one of them?... you'll say "no" of course... but you know better than anyone how many things you despise and still live with it regardless the fact you know you're able to do something about it... so like a friend used to say, each one knows how to kill with their own fleas (and/or live with them?)

l

es tan comun que ya no se que hacer
asistire, si, pero no esperen un sonrisa de mi parte
si ven que mis ojos se fijan en "nada" no pregunten por que
estoy distensandome
no me detengan ni dirijan palabra alguna hacia mi, no respondere
urgare bajo mis uñas
quitare la mugre que yace en ellas
eras tu verdad?
cuando dispusiste las cosas ese dia, fue con total intención y alevosía, verdad?
ya sali de ese círculo asi que este es un simple cuestionamiento, como una tercera persona que desconoce el asunto en si...
los dedos se han deslizado alguna vez y en la tranquilidad de una luna llena se pensó en algo que ya no vale la pena seguir indagando sobre sus posibilidades... ya fue asi de simple... ya fue

&

i saw you this morning, pretty bright morning for being autumn/winter time... the same song i used to remember when i hung out with you was playing and i just stared at you, i don't think you noticed that
it can be so far, uh? not even a memory, not even a trace or something but a fuzzy remembrance between laughter and relax, some have told me that i shouldn't have told you that in that moment, that i should had kept that for my self... anyway, it's gone, done and gone like the song in this moment... i told you how i felt about that what my plans were and how happy i would be if you joined me, something broke at that moment, both of us heard that like glass wrapped in fabric crushed in great detail quickly and patiently until there were no large pieces to break... i think it was fear against dreaming, so fragile, so ephemer(e)al, so unmesaurable to be taken in a further conversations... and you just looked somewhere else, needless to say what your answer was for you say no word about it anymore, it was almost like you've been abducted and nothing within those seconds had ever happened.. and farewell, see you later, be safe, good bye
it makes me feel like i'm insane... may be this never happened and it's just part of my fragile state of mind, again...

inclemente

he leido historias y una q otra me inspira escribir algo mas
vaya palabra mas grande "inspira"
quizas nisiquiera llegue al nivel basico pero que diablos, palabras salen de estos dedos otra vez

mientras scucho un piano con una rica percusion y vientos me tiento y repienso el postear la grandiosa apocaliptica frase "plant the seed of the avarice in the infertile land of the stupidity and will obtain the beautiful flower of the crap", traduccion del español de Fuckowski

que ironia
entenderia alguien eso? aun peor
lo tomarian personal? es muy probable
en tanta noica de quien odia mas a quien y te pego antes que me dispares es muy probable que eso sea
al fin y al cabo, n un lugar donde llama mas la atencion los escandaletes de los juglares, o mejor dicho, simulacro de juglares de la actualidad, que se puede esperar?
en fin

no... veo las estadisticas y ese mamotreto llamado emo tiene varios adeptos como si no hubiera sido suficiente la avalancha de adolescentes malformados con ganas de desquite que atosigaron los parlantes en los ultimos 20 anios... pero que diablos, libertad de expresion le llaman, economia de mercado le responden, venga vea pruebe y compre le dicen... n la variedad esta el gusto, no?