Los huevos...
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Mierda Pura
A veces me levanto así...
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Sunday, 21 February 2010
I'll think of you when I have to blow my nose because of chili.
I'll think of you when I'm in a dark room with flickering lights.
I'll think of you when I get up to cheesy music.
I'll think of you when I eat more than I can bear.
I'll think of you when I go to the States.
I'll think of you when Asian kids look at me from their pictures.
I'll think of you when my hands hurt from drumming.
I'll think of you when I mumble.
I'll think of you when I forget my words.
I'll think of you when it smells like fart.
I'll think of you when in México.
I'll think of you when the cats die.
I'll think of you when i smell laundry.
I'll think of you when I hear 'poopies'.
I'll think of you when I'm drunk.
I'll think of you when I bend over.
I'll think of you when I brush my teeth in the mirror, and I'll look behind me, just in case.
I'll think of you when it's cold outside.
I'll think of you when hearing the word 'cochino'.
I'll think of you when my hair is dirty.
I'll think of you when I run into a wall.
I'll think of you when I make Spanish Omelets.
I'll think of you when music has no lyrics.
I'll think of you even if i forget how to speak English.
I'll think of you when i'm old.
I'll think of you.
A lot.
A lot.
A lot.
Till a million years.
When I'll forget.
I'll think of you when I'm in a dark room with flickering lights.
I'll think of you when I get up to cheesy music.
I'll think of you when I eat more than I can bear.
I'll think of you when I go to the States.
I'll think of you when Asian kids look at me from their pictures.
I'll think of you when my hands hurt from drumming.
I'll think of you when I mumble.
I'll think of you when I forget my words.
I'll think of you when it smells like fart.
I'll think of you when in México.
I'll think of you when the cats die.
I'll think of you when i smell laundry.
I'll think of you when I hear 'poopies'.
I'll think of you when I'm drunk.
I'll think of you when I bend over.
I'll think of you when I brush my teeth in the mirror, and I'll look behind me, just in case.
I'll think of you when it's cold outside.
I'll think of you when hearing the word 'cochino'.
I'll think of you when my hair is dirty.
I'll think of you when I run into a wall.
I'll think of you when I make Spanish Omelets.
I'll think of you when music has no lyrics.
I'll think of you even if i forget how to speak English.
I'll think of you when i'm old.
I'll think of you.
A lot.
A lot.
A lot.
Till a million years.
When I'll forget.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
Some nights are very confusing. Some nights I can think my whole life through and fix the world for everyone. But only some nights.
Algunas veces quiero volar.
Escribir hermoso es una aberración.
Las palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras....
De qué me sirve formular preguntas a los gatos negros?
Ojalá me dieras una sonrisa y un pepermint.
Todo lo que estaba unido se deshizo, y se volvió a formar en otra parte, pero nunca seré capaz de aprenderlo a tiempo.
Me pasaré la tarde corriendo detrás del tiempo.
Palabras sólo por el placer de perderse...
Comámonos la luna por la mañana.
Algunas veces quiero volar.
Escribir hermoso es una aberración.
Las palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras, palabras....
De qué me sirve formular preguntas a los gatos negros?
Ojalá me dieras una sonrisa y un pepermint.
Todo lo que estaba unido se deshizo, y se volvió a formar en otra parte, pero nunca seré capaz de aprenderlo a tiempo.
Me pasaré la tarde corriendo detrás del tiempo.
Palabras sólo por el placer de perderse...
Comámonos la luna por la mañana.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Cosas que se me ocurren
Dame un poco, que me siento vacía.
Más pena me da la pena que me doy yo.
Sacásticas bolas de papel se me caen de la boca.
Si Janis Joplin estuviera aquí nos fumabamos un porro. Y eso que yo los odio.
Dame 1 corazón para guardar y 5 para tirar en la hoguera.
Duele.
Menuda ola de trsiteza que me viene con la hora del té.
Yo quiero ser yo pero sin dejar de ser tú, para poder echarte la culpa.
Te entiendo muy bien, aunque no lo sepa decir en tu idioma.
El Amor, como si me dices patatas.
Se necesita persona que me pinte por dentro, de verde a poder ser.
Dame los trozos que yo los pego. Así tengo una excusa para dejar la casa sin hacer.
me duele el Ego.
El helado no cambiará las cosas. Mejor 2 tazas.
Más pena me da la pena que me doy yo.
Sacásticas bolas de papel se me caen de la boca.
Si Janis Joplin estuviera aquí nos fumabamos un porro. Y eso que yo los odio.
Dame 1 corazón para guardar y 5 para tirar en la hoguera.
Duele.
Menuda ola de trsiteza que me viene con la hora del té.
Yo quiero ser yo pero sin dejar de ser tú, para poder echarte la culpa.
Te entiendo muy bien, aunque no lo sepa decir en tu idioma.
El Amor, como si me dices patatas.
Se necesita persona que me pinte por dentro, de verde a poder ser.
Dame los trozos que yo los pego. Así tengo una excusa para dejar la casa sin hacer.
me duele el Ego.
El helado no cambiará las cosas. Mejor 2 tazas.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
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