Si me hicieras caso, podria cambiar en algo.
Diario del Capitán:
Jueves, 31.
9:10 pm
-Logre esconderme en el pantano. Te deje una nota, ojala me encuentres.
Y ojala te dignes a leerla, que la escibi para ti, maldita.
P.D.: Gracias! Todo esto fue una mentira
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
La Cosa del Pantano
Quiero desaparecer. Al menos 1 minuto.
Diario del capitán:
-Estoy harto del colegio, me quiero escapar. Me canse del tedio al que me expongo cuando cruzo esa reja. Todos los dias es igual.
P.D.: Quiero ir a la escuela de payasos.
Diario del capitán:
-Estoy harto del colegio, me quiero escapar. Me canse del tedio al que me expongo cuando cruzo esa reja. Todos los dias es igual.
P.D.: Quiero ir a la escuela de payasos.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Long Blue Hair
The first tapping of the third eye,
Is assuming that everything is normal.
While the second note of the sweet trombone,
Clears our memories for re-use.
Is the island that makes us strange,
Feeling with water our deepest pains.
Consuming each breath we take,
Then taking us to our comfortable bed.
We're recieving anonymous calls,
From the people we used to know.
Telling us to leave our homes,
So we can have some fucking fun.
Penetrating our souls with rage,
Feeling raped every single day.
She feels so sad with her heart,
Even though it's not her fault.
Is assuming that everything is normal.
While the second note of the sweet trombone,
Clears our memories for re-use.
Is the island that makes us strange,
Feeling with water our deepest pains.
Consuming each breath we take,
Then taking us to our comfortable bed.
We're recieving anonymous calls,
From the people we used to know.
Telling us to leave our homes,
So we can have some fucking fun.
Penetrating our souls with rage,
Feeling raped every single day.
She feels so sad with her heart,
Even though it's not her fault.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
No lo se...
La frase del dia es:
-No entiendo por que la gente se cabrea de la nada.
Talvez no es una frase propiamente dicha... pero ya!
No... lo... entiendo.
-No entiendo por que la gente se cabrea de la nada.
Talvez no es una frase propiamente dicha... pero ya!
No... lo... entiendo.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Under-Water
A commander speaks,
Some marines listen,
The black water sorrounds the crew.
While they hope to get through.
We all have wives,
Some of us have children.
The monsters under the sea,
Are waiting for our mistakes.
We are getting near the port,
But the port is empty.
Our family's have forgotten us?
Are we lonely again?
I'll write you a letter,
Telling you my feelings.
This damn cliché.
But you know I'll be better.
Some marines listen,
The black water sorrounds the crew.
While they hope to get through.
We all have wives,
Some of us have children.
The monsters under the sea,
Are waiting for our mistakes.
We are getting near the port,
But the port is empty.
Our family's have forgotten us?
Are we lonely again?
I'll write you a letter,
Telling you my feelings.
This damn cliché.
But you know I'll be better.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
My Lolita is Singing
If you open the door,
You might see,
That way she makes me feel,
Is almost awesome.
She sings her choir,
With an incredible grace.
Dancing with strange steps,
And a silly smile.
Her eyes are almost stunning.
Blue, as the beautiful sky.
I wish that she could see me,
'Cause that way I will fly.
Every word that she speaks,
Is a song for the soul.
Even though we are so far.
I can feel like you're mine.
You might see,
That way she makes me feel,
Is almost awesome.
She sings her choir,
With an incredible grace.
Dancing with strange steps,
And a silly smile.
Her eyes are almost stunning.
Blue, as the beautiful sky.
I wish that she could see me,
'Cause that way I will fly.
Every word that she speaks,
Is a song for the soul.
Even though we are so far.
I can feel like you're mine.
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