Dizzy Night

Now, now, noooooow, in this moment, in this place, yes we are pretending to be happy, but we aren't, it doesn't matter everyone is sad, but everyone is drinking that fucking shit, yeahhhhhh we feel happy because of it, we are dancing in our sick brain, it is so nice, we dance, we laugh, and we don't know why, I'm happy so are they, but why?why?why? because we are celebrating this mother fucker sadness and agony, yes our soul is a room of agony, which is crowed of goshts and frustration, I love myself, yes I love myself right now, but I don't know why I hadn't met anyone like me, what the hell!, who am I? I don't fucking know that.
I hate me, and I hate them too, but we love eachother, we ask ourselves: What do you think about me? I just know that I love you, but you don't love yourself "me neither" but, why do I love you if I hate myself?, we are nothing in the middle of it, but as I have said nothing is everything...

Shut up mother fucker!.
My brain.

Munocodiata

Cuando el impacto sucede no tenemos ese don de esquivarlo, inquietante que no deja dormir, no deja pensar, no tiene lineas, no tiene lados. La mentiras alegran, engañan, soledad de colores... Hilos que se rompen a medida que la situación se agudiza. En mi cabeza sin arrepentimientos ni lagrimas, soy nadie que esta al momento de la nada, es repentino pero no repetitivo.
He puesto tanto sutilismo, he caido, me levanto y lo hago de nuevo creo que los días son iguales, solo existe aquel en que no piensas en el mañpana, solo piensas en que haces hoy o lo que no haces, si el cielo está oscuro, si llueven cosas que te dan igual...Si hay que tener o no frialdad, pero hay veces que solo es mejor pensar en nada.
La nada se siente sola está bien así, pero no cambia el hecho de que nada es solo una palabra, solo ver, escuchar, quitar, dar, la nada es todo, pero todo sin nada es muerte, cuerpo inerte, un ritmo sin volumen, estar sediento, el tiempo sin hora, llorar sin tener un porque. Cuando lo malo es bueno sólo estando en el, no poder aguantar, soñar y despertar, manos sin mover, sitios sin visitar, días y noches iguales, numeros sin contar, volver a empezar, guerra sin muerte... De la manera que lo veamos son misterios sarcásicos que te colocan contra la pared. Con las aves compartiré ésta vista solitaria, todo lo mueve el silencio que rebota la luz contra todo, seguir siendo lo mismo pero de diferente ángulo, punos formando sandeces que se mueven con rapidez, dejando sólo cicatrices indeseadas.
Lovex.

Petición del día

MY FUCK ME GOD QUIERO ESOS ZAPATOS.
mameeeen...
Una edición especial de converse por su aniversario numero 100,los zapatos tienen notas del diario personal de Kurt Cobain.
lovex.

Our World

There are moments when butterflies become worms,

There are moments when worms become butterflies,

What happen when there is neither worms nor butterflies?

Maybe everything become in an abyss, and we are nothing in the middle of it.

There is when I ask for explanations, but there is no one who explains me what nothing is.

It must be no more than a conflict with myself.

C'mom there's nothing and no one who cares another's conflict;

they sre selfish;

they want to be heard, but they do not want to hear someone else.

They are like that 'cause they think they are the only ones.

You know what? I do not think so, I am pretty sure there is a paralel world beyond this;

They are not either the ones or along, but I'm here alone in my own world.

I'm falling in the daily routine like them, but it is wonderly unpeaceul like sharing it with the them.

It a bit hard to say all of these words, but each one of them are felt.

In my loneliness, there must be more than a God, someone who does something much better than hearing.

"After long time o writting this I understood that everything what I'm looking for is inside me"

Words Without Sense

It is not an easy task to find happiness in this life

However, whatever it is, I advice to all of you:

Try to do whatever your heart wants in this moment of your life

In this way, you can be satisfied with yourself

No matter what people think about your wishes

You cannot allow people bother you

Moreover, at the same time you cannot bother them.

Well the thing is if you feel happy by practicing what I told you

Enjoy it, enjoy it because as you have noticed,

It is not easy to feel it.

In conclusion

Say what you think,

Do what you want,

Express what you feel,

But doing it on the right way

Taking care of your actions

Hurt neither the others nor yourself.

LOVEX