*Pic*
Puta sea, me ha picado un mosquito. Maldito bicho con alas, te atreves a (el verbo a la vez perturbador e íntimo) besar con los dientes a cualquiera. Con el pico metes el aguijón a través de la piel y succionas la sangre, monstruosidad, condena, acto vampírico.
24/11/12
Closing to It's Self
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Without the skin here,
Beneath the storm.
Under these tears now,
The walls came down.
And as the snake is drowned
And as I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down
And as I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
And as I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind
I don't mind.
I don't mind.
I don't mind.
23/11/12
22/11/12
Vamos a pelearnos un rato
Primera regla de este lado de la lente:
las 'fotografías' de las web-cam PARECEN sexys, pero NO lo son.
las 'fotografías' de las web-cam PARECEN sexys, pero NO lo son.
Si las haces entrar a escena NO hay vuelta atrás
Con el pelo corto te confunden con un hombre.
Con el pelo largo te confunden con un travesti.
Con el pelo largo te confunden con un travesti.
¿por qué cojones se te antojan?
Me das asco
13/11/12
9/11/12
3/11/12
between (the middle of) the space that lays around us
Historias que no sean. Nacido contestatario. Siguió a un poeta que era pura sombra. Y ahora se pregunta Qué es.
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