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.

I found inspiration dancing in my room..

A bit changed

So, i changed my blog, and i wanna know what do u think about it..

Danger

We like danger somehow. We like it, we luv to feel it, we wanna satisfy that hunger, curiosity to find out what´s on the other side, and that´s why we cross the line, that´s why after enjoy that malevolous ride, we regret about it. But then, we also, feel a bit good, cuz now we know what´s in there; danger makes us to wonder, why we can´t do it, why people tell us that is forbbiden, why is so bad to us, so we do it, knowing everything, including consecuences of our actions. We shut that voice inside so we don´t feel like we´re gonna hold ourselves back; i think that´s why we like danger, cuz we hate playing safe, cuz we wanna try something else, cuz we finally wanna know, why is called danger…

Un beso al olvido, añorando el recuerdo..

Mirando hacia la nada o tal vez a algo en específico, no he encontrado palabras necesarias para poder decirlas de manera que sepas que soy yo misma, y al mismo tiempo, no lo soy. Te pediría que me olvidaras, y siguieras tu camino, justamente donde empezaste, pero, sería muy egoísta de mi parte, no? Sería como pedirte que me recordaras, en los vagos intentos de asesinar mi recuerdos, y todo lo que he sido; no puedo controlar tu corazón, ni tus emociones, ni lo que sientes, pero al menos, creo que si intentas olvidar, recordarás aún más...mira ahora el cielo, el mar inmenso, la brisa rozarte con sus caricias, la música que reside en tu mente...lleválas ahora adonde deben estar, pónlas donde pertenecen, dejálas ser libres, y sé libre tú tembién. No te aprisiones del momento, no seas un hipócrita llorando por un recuerdo...sé un ser humano, aunque no lo seas; escribe lo que ves, lo que piensas, lo ves? Ahí perteneces, en el verso, en la memoria, en el sueño..lo sientes? Cierra los ojos, y mira de forma distinta a la que sueles ver; te darás cuenta de cosas que ya sabías, pero que nunca supiste que existían...sumergete en el olvido, besa el recuerdo, grita al sueño, y sé lo que nunca fuiste...en cambio, seré aquello que siempre trataste de olvidar...un beso al olvido, añorando el recuerdo..

Sick of you

I´m mad right now, i´m angry and i feel soo disapointed..and the fact is, no matter how much i say it, the only thing i listen is silence...only that and it makes me feel like i´ve got nothing to fight back, like it´s the last thing, like there´s nothing more to fight for..so, i´m gonna give up, i´ve tried to make that person see that i´m not afraid, and it´s ok if we talk person to person, but that person doesn´t understand that, just said that he has his own reasons to not see each other face to face for the moment, that it´s not now. Well, i think he´s a git, a coward, an idiot, and only says what he desires cuz he knows that i´ll always be on the other side, but not anymore..not anymore..hell no!! i won´t let him to take over me that easy! He was suppose to be my frend, but he´s acting like a jerk, just saying nothing more than bullshit and leaving me hanging on myself, waiting for maybe, some words that i need to hear, but i can´t push, or pressure, or say it anymore..it´s tiresome, it´s exhausting, it´s....what i´ve expected this whole time, but never had the guts to deal with it, never listened to my own head and conscious, telling me: stop it, don´t..i´m stubborn and i always push to see the results, so, if he wants to talk, he will, but i won´t call, or text, or anything, no matter how much i want it...so, for now, i quit, that´s it: i give up...enjoy your silence for yourself..jerk..