CAN'T REPEAT

I woke the other day
And saw my world has changed
The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking
I can't hold onto what's been done
I can't grab onto what's to come
And I'm just wishing I could stop, but

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

Memories are bittersweet
The good times we can't repeat
Those days are gone and we can never get them back
Now we must move ahead
Despite our fear and dread

We're all just wishing we could stop

With all our joys and fears
Wrapped in forgotten years
The past is laughing as today just slips away
Time tears down what we've made
And sets another stage
And I'm just wishing we could stop

I know at the end we'll be ok
We still have a future
let's not ruin it again

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

I hope I keep this in mind for the rest of my life.

I'll keep these too in mind "All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one"

TODAY I FIGHT FOR WHAT I LOVE

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so"

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a false friend!"

One day you will find how truth it was that all the world 's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts



Farewell and thanks for all those who were truthfull :"Nature teaches beasts to know their friends"

"Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love"

I AM BACK!!!! I AM FINE!!!!!!!

Somewhere in the way I got lost
I got confussed
I missinterpreted it all and bewildered myself in the way
I ignored my own life and wishes.

However today I regained my identity
Remembered my dreams
Reclaim my strenght
Although I can not fight for certain goals
I have new aspirations and a new way of being

What will come after I don't know
but at least I know it is me again

SOME PEOPLE WERE BORNED FOR SOLITUDE

Child of the wilderness

Born into emptiness

Learn to be lonely

Learn to find your way in darkness

Learn to be lonely

Learn to be your one companion

You’ve always known your heart was on its own

So laugh in your loneliness

Learn how to love life that is lived alone

SELF DESTRUCTION

Is it an obsession or is it love?
you open your eyes,
you do things for love,
and until that point it is fine.

However, suddenly, you find you enjoy when they hurt you
you love when them use you
you want them to kick you
and you feel joyfull by being kicked.

These weeks I have met another side of me,
or maybe it was already there ,
another type of self lysis,
the one that kills even the immortals,
the one that could even destroy God.

I can't stop watching his photographs,
reading his comments,
watching her and how superior she is,
laughing about her insecurities.
Respecting her for being who she is,
envying her cause she can do the one thing I can not do
LIVE

The only way I found to love, was letting go
no matter in how many pieces I tear myself ,
no matter how much it hurts
I need to know he is alright
that he is happy
and that he achieves what he wants

It must be an obssession the fact I can not stop thinking about him..
Love... I don't know if it was real
I do not know if my definition of love is a true love one
but I would give it all to watch him smile again.

BACK THE POINT OF NO RETURN

"Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle".

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound 1
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!

you decided that hope would keep you alive

yet you discover that it is not true you live
for youself and noone else
Life is a dream or maybe a nightmare who knows

Mood swings ... eyes c hange ...

alive

In the middle of nowhere hoping sometime

this useless feeling will leave me behind

five stories one ending

at the end we all finish in the same grave

from the moment of our birth we know we are going to die... It does not matter what we do to avoid it there are only a few of us that have been blessed or dammed with immortality.
my beautiful one was gone today she won't be back... I know it was the best and yet it hurts so much; her desire to fight and live chocked by my hand.
A letal inyection to free her from pain... a brutal remedy for someone's wellfare
My precious cleopatra is sleeping now . Farewell my dear Kelly your hour arived a song guided you through darkness I hope somewhere better cause my dear I would cross any frotier to take you somewhere safe and back with me.
All I know is I love her and she will always live somewhere in my heart.

Nothing in, nothing out

at the end everythig is still the way it was before

leaving you behind

"Far Away"

This time, This place

Misused, Mistakes

Too long, Too late

Who was I to make you wait

Just one chance

Just one breath

Just in case there's just one left

'Cause you know,

you know, you know

That I love you

I have loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

and you'll never go

Stop breathing if

I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask

Last chance for one last dance

'Cause with you, I'd withstand

All of hell to hold your hand

I'd give it allI'd give for us

Give anything but I won't give up

'Cause you know,

you know, you know

So far away

Been far away for far too long

So far away

Been far away for far too long

But you know,

you know, you knowI wanted

I wanted you to stay

'Cause I neededI need to hear you say

That I love you

I have loved you all along

And I forgive you

For being away for far too long

So keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

Hold on to me and, never let me go

Keep breathing

Hold on to me and, never let me go

As long as you remember me

I guess I'll be alright

That is what I want to believe

damm freak show

Es el más pequeño de todos, el último.
Pero no le digáis nada; dejadle que juegue.
Es más chico que los demás, y es un niño callado.
Al balón apenas si puede darle con su bota pequeña.
Juega un rato y luego pronto le olvidan.
Todos pasan gritando, sofocados, enormes,
y casi nunca le ven. Él golpea una vez,
y después de mucho rato otra vez,
y los otros se afanan, brincan, lucen, vocean.
La masa inmensa de los muchachos, agolpada, rojiza.
Y pálidamente el niño chico los mira
y mete diminuto su pie pequeño,
y al balón no lo toca.
Y se retira. Y los ve. Son jadeantes,
son desprendidos quizá de arriba, de una montaña,
son quizá un montón de roquedos que llegó ruidosísimo
de allá, de la cumbre.

Y desde el quieto valle, desde el margen del río,
el niño chico no los contempla.
Ve la montaña lejana. Los picachos, el cántico de los
vientos.
Y cierra los ojos, y oye
el enorme resonar de sus propios pasos gigantes por las
rocas bravías.

Sí, por detrás de las gentes
te busco.
No en tu nombre si lo dicen,
no en tu imagen, si la pintan.
Detrás, detrás, más allá.
Por detrás de ti te busco.
No en tu espejo, no en tu letra,
ni en tu alma.Detrás, más allá.

También detrás, más atrás
de mí te busco. No eres
lo que yo siento de ti.

No eres
lo que me está palpitando
con sangre mía en las venas,
sin ser yo.
Detrás, más allá te busco.

Por encontrarme, dejar
de vivir en ti, y en mí,
y en los otros.
Vivir ya detrás de todo,
al otro lado de todo
-por encontrarme-
como si fuese morir.

Río Duero, río Duero

nadie a acompañarte baja,

nadie se detiene a oír

tu eterna estrofa de agua.

Indiferente o cobarde,

la ciudad vuelve la espalda.

No quiere ver en tu espejo

su muralla desdentada.

Tú, viejo Duero, sonríes

entre tus barbas de plata,

moliendo con tus romances

las cosechas mal logradas.

Y entre los santos de piedra

y los álamos de magia
pasas llevando en tus ondas

palabras de amor, palabras.

Río Duero, río Duero,

nadie a estar contigo baja,

ya nadie quiere atender

tu eterna estrofa olvidada.

Sino los enamorados

que preguntan por sus almas

y siembran en tus espumas

palabras de amor, palabras