Another story with her

-So, i read your blog-he said to me when we were on the stairs.
-Oh yeah? what do u think?-i asked
-Dude! you´re creepy! I mean! who on her own judgement would write on her legs?
-I was inspired and some people liked it! and besides, remember, i´m not human-i answered laughing
-Really?-he raised his eyebrows
-Really...-and i kept looking at the ceiling

Hoy

Ten miedo de mayo
Y ten miedo de mí

Porque no vaya a ser que cansado de verte
Me meta en tus brazos para poseerte
Y te arranque las ropas y te bese los pies
Y te llame mi diosa y no pueda mirarte
De frente y te diga llorando después
Por favor tenme miedo
Tiembla mucho de miedo mujer
Porque no puede ser...

Fernando Delgadillo
Ten miedo de mí

Love

I write cuz i luv it, i feel right through my veins. I write cuz i want everyone to know, in a weird and bizarre way, what i´m writing about. I write to let everyone know that somehow they´re part of my world, that somehow they read it and think about it for a while. They may not care at the moment, but once they´re alone, by themselves, listening some music, they´ll think about my words, about what i wrote on the walls, the boards, even what i wrote on my notebook. And they´ll remember me..not all of them, but some of them...they´ll remember me as the girl who used to write everywhere, the girl who used to write about life and luv, blood and music, thoughts and hearts...and they´ll smile, even if they don´t want to, they will, cuz my words got them through, my words stayed inside of their hearts, my words touched them and changed them a bit. The ink is my blood and the pen is my heart. I write the world the way i wanna see it. And not only that: the ones who are gonna read this, will remember the good times and bad; the kisses, the hugs, the first time, smiles, laughs, frendz, beaches, silence...that´s why i write...to be remembered..and also, to be missed..

Being

-You humans are so weird and complicated-i said to her laughing ironically.
My mother smiled and then, looking down writing something, she asked me:
-Is that so? Are you human?
I looked up and after thinking for 2 seconds, i said:
-Well, sometimes.