Estoy tan llena de ti
de la transformación de tus besos
del cambio que me petrifico
de las cosas que hice mal
de lo que no puedo cambiar
de las cosas buenas y de las cosas malas
de tus besos con cariño
de los que emitían pasión
de las olas que fluían sobre nuestros cuerpos
Estoy tan llena de nostalgia
esperando que los ojos se vuelvan encontrar
esperando que mis plegarias hagan que el tiempo pase mas rápido
esperando sentir lo áspero de tus manos sobre mi piel
esperando tenerte a mi lado
esperando la libertad de mi alma
esperando que no me consuma la soledad
esperando a la vida
esperando que
Contigo en la Imaginacion by kaixinlove, literature
Literature
Contigo en la Imaginacion
Y regreso a ti en las noches
me mimetizo con tus canciones
con tus palabras, verdades
con tus acciones, mentiras
La vida misma se desgasta
se deja ir al lado
de la miseria y la soledad
se desgasta
Los cantos de aquella voz
que en extranjero idioma
hablan de una lejanía
apoderada del presente
Con su expresión gitana
de panderos y espejos
Con la inseguridad
de los pasos en zancos
En su cuerpo
el placer de la tranquilidad
En su mente
la traición de la duda
Mis ojos de lagrimas
sin derramar
de momentos inocuos
mis manos secas
Lo que el corazón predice
Lo que la mente engaña
Tu procedes del pasado
Yo l
Las notas del pasado
las cartas olvidadas
en un cajón de la infancia
Tu cara, la leyenda
del pasado infinito
El amor del pasado
El amor del presente
La inocencia jamás recuperada
de esos días en que no podía
ver a través de la lluvia
En el presente el granizo
cae en nuestros ojos
no puedo mirar el hecho
de que poco a poco
se termine
Alguien ama en silencio
el otro ignora la realidad
impresa en su piel
Un adiós irremediable
Ese día que perdimos la conciencia
juntos desaparecimos
del tiempo y el espacio
Después de tenerlo todo
perdimos nada
y en la lluvia torrencial
tu sonrisa mantuvo
cal
The drunken smell of weed
a spring evening
the solitude coming to life
in small pieces of ice
Nothing to believe
dreaming of a random sky
not blue, engage the red moon
into your delirium
Greater good comes from dark energy
beyond the boundaries
of life and death
Coming towards the sky
crashing into our hands
Who would know
can we tame the fire
Who would care
we survive the last once
Why would they bother
tomorrow we can whisper
Why would the world spin
no movement is provided
When will the last book
drive us to madness
When will we find the path
worthless to know
Where would the sound go
trespassing our reckless minds
Where do
My heart coming out of my skull
the brainless thought
of an unwanted dreamed situation
Mine, mine
the absurd wanting
that hunts you from the past
the glass breaking
the eyes that don't want to see
The standing position
of the passion
for self destruction
The constant wanting
for something possible hurtful
The way the blood flows
out of those senseless
thoughts of crazy belonging.
The fact that can not be denied
the wanting
has already been granted
My heart coming out of my skull
the brainless thought
of an unwanted dreamed situation
Mine, mine
the absurd wanting
that hunts you from the past
the glass breaking
the eyes that don't want to see
The standing position
of the passion
for self destruction
The constant wanting
for something possible hurtful
The way the blood flows
out of those senseless
thoughts of crazy belonging.
The fact that can not be denied
the wanting
has already been granted
I know how I feel
yet the pain
becomes stronger.
I see you
drown, slowly.
Simple, will it be simple
to leave without a word.
I care so badly for you
How can you not care
about you, only you.
Every night seems longer
knowing that you
will still be unhappy
Please come back
go back.
Everything you were
was perfect
I hope, pray
someday you can
come back
Come back
come back
to your old self
Life shouldn't be
so hard to you, for you
go, come back
no matter what
go back
The stormy night
should end here
my lovely knight
go back
come back
be yourself.
Dawn comes,
you sigh slightly
I grab it with my hands.
Leaving only my reflection
on the pale water of the night
Hearts are broken with roses
hoping that the thorns get blood
in the endless painful sweetness.
Your tears have not flown
but my makeup has run down
the night freezing to frost.
My life put off in paper
has no meaning without your picture
A million winds take over our hearts
with the fearful sound of a harp
slowly drifting in our splendor
There is no social fear
in the heart of an adventurer
but once its dreams
touch the floor the explosion
destroys the smile.
crushed falling into a sea of pain
into a living mort
The sky fills the grow
inside your eyes, sorrow
over the corner of our oxygen
The space left between
those hands gives air
to their surprise
The pillow holding her head
pushes his hand away.
All eyes caught him for once
The headphones on his ears
hide the endless tears
he wanted her to forget
The song played in the bar
made them forget the loneliness
that poured for a while.
The seats got stolen by people unknown
to their eyes with the fact
that they won't be back
The food starts to empty
the alcohol bottles
in their dreamy atmosphere
The waitress holds
their scape
for a while longer
while she get straight, again.
There hand
What is fear?
Fear is a strong emotion, you said
Do you fear?
Every night, everyday
Why?
Because fear makes a brighter tomorrow
Fear is the reason why my blood pumps faster.
Fear is what we live for, we live
to fight against it, to be strong for us
Fear makes us fall
and get up with more strength
before no fear through my soul came
before I was a child with no brave heart
Fear my partner in crime
my hanging tree.
My misty landscape
in the glorious
feeling of success.
Late at night, can't sleep
thoughts can let go of my head.
I'm fighting again
again fighting this feelings.
The hard trembles
taking over my hands
Twisting and turning
underneath my bed sheets
Until my head is full
Until my thoughts start to overflow
Until the heart aches
I grab this sheet
again and the story
begins to break
becoming nothing like lyrics
With no space
between
my philosophy
and the words
shouting in paper
My room is filled
with anxiety,
is not a cozy thing
to keep it.
Had this dream before I was 14
My mighty weapons
hidden in my insides
All was going up hill
can't avoid the free fall
Too late to give up
Acto Primero
Escena Primera
Juglar: En la antigua Inglaterra en tiempos del buen Rey Arturo una familia sucumbida por la pobreza busca la ayuda del Rey, piadoso que es. La época a la que ustedes plebeyos llamáis Edad Media es en la cual nos hemos de encontrar, aquí encontraremos a dos mujeres que han sido abusadas por sus patrones. He ido en busca del padre del pueblo, debo decir que ha accedido a ayudarme y ahora tengo el deber de contares la historia de estas mujeres desde su debido comienzo.
(En escena aparecen dos mujeres muy bien vestidas, más no están muy bien peinadas. Entran apresuradas a la cocina de su c
I have imagined your sit empty
I have heard the silence of your absence
I have loved the live recording of the same old song
I have lived the fourth day of the week without you
I have cried on the very same day
I have smiled at your sight
I have laughed at your jokes
You have tried so hard, so much
You have made the world brighter
You have held me in your arms
You have told me how "linda" I am
You have been mad, the reason I am
You have carry me through the class room
You have singed my one and only song
We have been carrots, fresh and bright
We have talked in three languages in a conversation
We have made loving more and more obvio
Old Man
Thomas Winters
It begins with hunger. It always does.
See my lying on the stair, framed by
The firelight of an old tin can,
Matches lying damp on the floor
And angels everywhere.
The big boards, neon stars and
Smiling faces everywhere,
No one notices black flower tears
Blossoming on the cobbled streets.
You walk past me, I cry alone
To you alone, but no one hears
An old man's fears
If his face is baked in mud.
I follow your steps and to the river bed
And watch the wild waters run,
Calling to me, calling from the darkness
Everywhere.
The reeds whistle and grab my legs
Beckoning with leafy hands.
I fall,
I sink,
I
From the Chronicles of Mirrowmere
-Nel Bardil ar Vilumen-
By Thomas Winters
We fight for the glory of a nation
We rise for the challenge of one thousand years of torment
We battle for the peace of the future
So that one day we shall be lords of our own lives
And the tears shall fall
The blood shall spill
A sore day, a dark day
But the sun shall rise over the mountains
It shall call to our people.
We ride now not for the glory of riches,
Nor for the peace that we call are own,
We ride for our women, our children, our families
Who will never see the dawn of another day;
We ride now for the stars in heaven and the mother and the
Estamos en la piel del león
En la boca del señor
Que escupe mi canción.
Y en el eco
De mi solitaria habitación
Escucho tu nombre
Tan distante como tu amor.
Me supiste seducir
Con cantos de sirena
Ya muero devorado por ti.
Vivo por partes
Me enamoro por razones
Que aprendí a desconocer.
Cuando me he perdido
Me parece creer
Que el tiempo esta contra mi
Siempre me lleva hasta ti.
Déjame morir a fuego lento
Atrapado entre tus huesos
Rezando por mí.
Y si algún día recuerdas mi nombre
Entre tus excesos
Sabrás que no fui el único culpable
Ni la única victima.
Vivo p
How in love we were
at the beginning.
When you die I want
to be right there holding
your hand,
telling you
and showing them.
Even after all of it,
in spite of the tears
and the lies and the
imperfections that
were always too obvious,
I want to
touch your face
and kiss your forehead
and make
sure that the
last thing you know on
this Earth
is how much
you really meant to me.
So I almost think we should
go out and get ourselves
into mortal danger,
because then I could tell you
and it could really matter,
for the first time.
Because otherwise,
I guess you'll never
remember me.
You know,
you just
pretend
not to.
A
We are the stars
with scars.
We may
never,
or forever
fade away.
We are the scars
of the sky.
We moan
at the darkness
every time.
We are the romance
of the day.
We spread
that perfume
floating in your mind
as you walk by.
We are the road
with holes.
We take
a prayer
for the beginning.
We are the night
of the moon.
We say
let go,
when you know
it must be right.
We are control
with anarchy.
We soar
into a revolution
of being
We are eyes
of wisdom.
We live
dying
in the hardcore
smiles of the past
Forever I will pursuit my dreams in a hurry I will become everything the mist will only make clearer my path I will get hung over with a sunset build everyday to believe
Now the lights shine they make a reflex of hope the crazy goodbyes the unforgettable loves the wonderful pain the extreme peace the lovely revolution
Current Residence: Mexico Favourite genre of music: R&B, Rock, Jazz Favourite style of art: All MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic Personal Quote: Dreams are life
Favourite Movies
Love Actually, RENT, La vita e Bella
Favourite TV Shows
The Big Bang Theory
Favourite Writers
William Shakespeare, Federico Garcia Lorca, Gustavo Adolfo Bequer, Wei Hu
Por un momento sentí que había perdido la capacidad de escribir, supongo que nunca la perdí. Ahora encuentro inspiración en las esquinas de mi día.
Cada lugar tiene algo nuevo, único que logra darle a mis palabras forma. Las caídas parecen divertirme, mientras me levanto sonrio como una loca que solo ve felicidad.
Sometimes Money is just an other boundary for doing certain things but it can't stop you from having fun or being happy with life. Is funny how people nowadays believe that the only way to have a good time is by spending a lot of money. When someone questions their way of wasting money they get angry or do not understand why is it wrong.
Materialism
brainless situation
no caution
no thinking
Only one main belief
no money. no fun
the life based
on a piece of plastic
Understanding
life itself
in a brief moment
comes a peace
infinite
peace
You are
We are
We remain
the only start
of all formal production
of all i