miércoles, 11 de julio de 2012

To live and die on this day

I don't know why I did half the things I've done, but I know this is where I belong, surrounded by my own...There's not a second that goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way. I want to see your face. Feel your hands in mine. Feel you against me. But I know that will never be. You left me, and I can't get you back... I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed. I feel like it's only a matter of time... I don't know why I'm writing this, I don't know what can come of it. I know I can't get you back. I don't know why this has happened to us. I feel like it's me. Bad luck. Poison. I've stopped doing this world any real good. Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day. 

The Grey 

miércoles, 4 de julio de 2012

lunes, 2 de julio de 2012


Podemos olvidarnos
de nosotros.
Conformarnos con el leve
roce de las manos,
que se cruzan por accidente.

Extrañarnos ante
la pregunta
de si alguna vez existimos.

O hacer lo que
nunca harías:
para apagar la lluvia y
encender la noche
mientras todos duermen.

Aunque pedir eso,
Sería creer en
las mentiras.