domingo, 25 de noviembre de 2012

Y mear contra el viento.

lunes, 23 de enero de 2012

-Y ahora qué?

miércoles, 18 de enero de 2012

Don't be afraid.
Everybody loves you.
And you don't love anyone.
Jump to the emptiness of life.

lunes, 9 de enero de 2012

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there,
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

Jonnhy Cash.

martes, 3 de enero de 2012

A veces la echo de menos.
La inmoralidad.

lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011

No quiero tener que dejar a nadie, pero tampoco quiero llevarme a nadie conmigo.
No quiero que me recuerden ni que me llamen, ni que me echen de menos.
Quiero irme pronto con el máximo silencio posible.
Cansada de luchar por una vida plena mediocre, con gente mediocre.
Metida en una espiral de decepción constante, de soledad a medias.
Aburrida de tener las mismas conversaciones todos los años, de sufrir la frustración permanente, de sentirme atrapada en un sitio donde no me siento a gusto.
Aquí empieza y acaba todo. Todo lo que yo quiera.
El problema es la elección.
Siempre es la elección.

sábado, 12 de noviembre de 2011


she's always high
in heels

And I'm a liar...whatever, I'm always late.

I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars because I want a lover, I don't have to love. I've got my middle finger up, ask me how I feel. Sorry but you have to learn that the world just chews us up and spit us out and I’m too drunk to give a fuck.

There are too many fucking idiots but keep calm and eat. Awake my soul, you know we should have sex. It’s a harsh world and you are unhappily in love. My mind is a whore, my body is not. God, give me the serenity not to kill every single one of these motherfuckers.

I wish you were here, or I were there, or we were together anywhere but I can’t be worried about that shit: life goes on, man. All I want is sit down for ten minutes and not worry about a single.damn.thing. I don’t know how to feel right now. People don’t change. They just find new ways to lie. Sink or swim that’s the question.

I may have lost myself. The person I used to be seems so far away. If you really miss me, you need to grow up and get in your car and come see me.