sábado, 29 de noviembre de 2008

Un amor perro no se controla
El amor explota.


miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008

Friendship

Fortunate are those who have drunk from its chalice without having their souls offended or poisoned. If one such person exists, I urge them to send me their photograph. I'm sure to look upon the face of an idiot.

Love

Deception of the flesh and damage to the spirit. Disease of the soul, atrophy of the brain, weakening of the heart, corruption of the senses, poetic lies from which one gets ferociously inebriated two or three times a day in order to consume this precious but stupid life more quickly. And yet I would prefer to die of love. It's the only swindler, after Judas, that can kill with a kiss.

domingo, 2 de noviembre de 2008

The Power of Goodbye

No hay que subestimar el poder de decir adiós .








Freedom comes when you learn to let go
Creation comes when you learn to say no

I got a bad desire




Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
Im on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
Im on fire

Sometimes its like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire

"This is symptomatic of you and me : I have jars full of your breath
I have shelves of your words but you have nothing of me but a space where I would be"