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Farewell My Concubine

Feb. 19th, 2006 | 07:18 pm
mood: rejectedrejected
music: Yo lo comprendo-Sophy

I never was and never will...
I'm the good one to let time pass,
the clown in the party
the one that rie por no llorar
the silly, the fool with stupid hope
the fucking dreamer.
I'm the meantime,the pretentious,
the one with a joke instead of a biography,
the good one for the books,
for a good phone conversation,
without passionate possibilities
without heart, without desire,
the one with lips only in dreams.
Another one, a disposable,
the insomnia night,
the one that can give knowledge
that you can share with The One.
I'm the path, the stair,
another step, the waste of time,
the one that can love too
but nobody wants to know.
I'm the ride, the route
but never and never
the goal.



Farewell My Concubine

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Vertigo

Jan. 26th, 2006 | 11:20 am
mood: scaredscared
music: Nada personal-Armando Manzanero

What is the age for losing the dreams
the ambitions, the age to be afraid of wanting?
What is the moment in the life to begin thinking:
I don't deserve this or that?
Why does that happen?
I'm afraid to take from life what
belongs to me,
I'm afraid of having illusions,
afraid of my image in your eyes,
I'm afraid of whispering a poem
in your ear, afraid to try a new
path, afraid of your smell,
afraid of you knowing
that I'm afraid.
Siento vertigo.


Vertigo

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The Brothers Grimm

Jan. 21st, 2006 | 03:57 pm
mood: pensivepensive

As being in the middle of a bridge
without knowing how to choose the path
at one side the heart burning
the desire of become the smile maker
surviving because of the echoes
trying to hold the good
just to put it at your feet.
At the other side always the basket
overfilled with questions
like a Shakespearean nightmare
with a Brothers Grimm hint
lets mark the path
with crumbles of "to be or not to be"
and sing as loud as possible
Gretel is scared, Gretel is scared.
I can jump off the bridge
with a sour taste in the mouth
maybe Icarus let me share
his cab and we can talk
about anything but wings.


The Brothers Grimm

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King Arthur

Jan. 16th, 2006 | 08:11 pm
mood: complacentcomplacent
music: Quiero poner en la tierra mis pies-Pablo Milanés

I pledge loyalty to your kingdom and your land,
to the space that is occupied with your shape,
with your footsteps, with the smell of your shadow.
I bring what the life has given, oh Majesty,
as a gift of wisdom to share with you
or your loyal people.
I will show the best of the tactics
and without strategies make you win
the battles that come to the path
without hesitation or pain.
I do not ask anything for.
The true knight knows
that the reward of the Kingdom
is his own bounty.

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Choose Me

Jan. 15th, 2006 | 06:57 pm
mood: confusedconfused
music: Decisiones- Ruben Blades

Living is so far of being alive,how many years of our short existence
thinking and making plans about living or die,laughing or cry,loving or hate
trying to really believe that is our own decision. Is our fate our destiny? What is the plan is already written? What is the plan is the same for the Humanity? If in someplace really exist the power of decisions, choose me.
To live or die,
to laugh or cry,
to love or hate.


Choose Me

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Pretty Woman

Jan. 13th, 2006 | 09:25 am
mood: touchedtouched
music: Quiero (La Casa Del Sol)- Rosana

Life continues outside
as we sat in a table
to have the last supper
in other parallels
someone gets breakfast in bed.
I can tell now
but not then
with such a beauty
right there
in f r o n t of my eyes.
Dinner becomes such a vulgar act,
makes me think about nutritional ingestion, that's it.
How can a body be worry about surviving
when soul is asking -why?
Do I deserve have such a wonderful time?
I saw beauty last night with the heart,
I feel it.




Pretty Woman

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Singin' in the Rain

Jan. 9th, 2006 | 08:58 pm
mood: refreshedrefreshed
music: Anda- Luis Eduardo Aute

Water so cold you can feel it at your marrow
but if you walk with the one,
it doesn't matter if the sky become color blind.
Close the eyes, just walk and let the shadow
determine the path...its a matter of time.


Singin' in the Rain

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Freckles Comes Home

Jan. 7th, 2006 | 09:34 pm
mood: calmcalm
music: Algo contigo- Maria Marta Serra Lima

Let's face it. It has been an allowance.
But what is not?
It is the smoke that comes out of your mouth
the one that makes me sick,
is the image of your body
and the sensation of heat
in the therapist divan
that from now on does not feel
as it use to be.
Measurable as the orphan bottle
of holy water at the table,
as your smile,
as the freckles that I found
at the shoulders of my green jacket.
And my soul, that likes adventures
as my mouth likes champagne
does not know about proportioned things
until you.
But neither know about
all or nothing
nevertheless I gave you that
for use just for today.
You don't care about it...
Me neither...
It's time to be patient.



Freckles Comes Home

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Little Red Riding Hood

Jan. 5th, 2006 | 01:47 pm
mood: excitedexcited
music: Esta noche contigo- Joaquin Sabina

Your big ears are no more to hear
as you big nose is no more to smell
neither your eyes are to see again
but your mouth, oh your mouth
let that mouth eat one or two or three times more.



Little Red Riding Hood

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Holy Smoke

Nov. 3rd, 2005 | 03:55 pm
mood: shockedshocked

That comes out of your mouth
of your lips,
of your teeth,
of your lungs
of your air.
Holy smoke
that goes inside my mouth
to my tongue
to my blood
to die in my smoked hearth.

Holy Smoke

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