Ave Fenix.

Es esa sensacion de entrega cuando algo nos importa, porque nada te hace mas feliz que trabajar y esforzarte con una gran y gigante sonrisa de felicidad, pensando que vas a alcanzarlo. No importa. La verdad es que nada de eso importa. Llegar o no llegar. Lo importante es encontrar algo o alguien por lo que valga la pena dejarse consumir. Y es naturaleza del ser humano, luego de ser quemado y de estar vacío; testarudo y caprichoso volver a intentarlo. Renacer de sus cenizas. Ave Fenix.

lunes, 21 de junio de 2010

Let me live.

No more. I pray, please no more. I'm just sitting here where I was exactly 2 years ago, with the heat on the wall and hiding behind the barbie's box. I don't wanna be found anyway, but it's stupid thinking they won't- It's just a child's though -Wish I were sometimes-. So, here I am wondering what I always do: what do they want from me? What really do they want from me? -Yes, I tried to re-write the question and finished in the same point 'cause ain't other way to ask it. So what do they want from me it's because I don't wanna be wounded anymore, I just want some peace once in my life, I want all the people to tell me what do you want from me and I will do, if you want to kill myself, I will. But if you don't, let me live.

I am again writting in english. Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know. It's only more simply.

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My hands, they were strong but my knees were far too weak to stand in your arms without falling to your feet. But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew. All the thigs you said they were never true, never true and the games you playes you win, always win, always win. But I set fire to the rain, watched pour as I touched your face. Well it burn when I cried 'cause I heard it screaming out your name. Sometimes I wake up by the door, the heart you caught must be waiting for you. Even now when we are already over, I can't help myself from looking for you.