Sunday, December 15, 2013

People and Love

“People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don’t love love - love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive. Our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it. It’s ridiculous.”
— Matt Chandle

Friday, December 13, 2013


When whe met, we had so much in common. We were living a really similar life. Devoted to art and serving our communities. And we had a beautiful relationship. But when he started taking a more... dangerous road and kind of veered off the straight and narrow and we could no longer be together. That really...
I just thought it was so sad and I like... I don't know... that God found someone so perfect for me and we really couldn't be together.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Me gusta

Me gusta gustarte por lo de dentro
por mi cerebro
mis ideas
mis tropiezos inconscientes
mi subconsciente camaleónico
mis maullidos y mis ronroneos
mi lado animal
mi forma de balancearme entre el equilibrio y el vacío
mi lado oscuro, siempre oculto por felicidad translúcida
mis aspectos completamente opuestos, como la inseguridad de una niña desprotegida, y la seguridad de un león frente a una gacela
mi lado creativo, muchas veces cohibido por capacidades y racionalidad
mi forma de discernir entre la ignorancia selectiva y la inevitable
mis gestos
mis... ¿sonrojos?
mis puestas en blanco de ojos
mi hiperactividad momentánea
mis gustos raros, mis gustos vergonzosos, mis gustos buenos
mis ratos en las sombras, que suelo esconder
mis aullidos a la luna cuando no estás
mis ganas
mi asqueroso orgullo

mi impulso de pedir cuando yo doy
lo borroso de lo correcto y lo que no lo es
mis promesas en silencio
la intensidad con la que busco huecos nuevos de tu cuerpo donde esconderme

Sunday, September 15, 2013

It's not summertime sadness but summertime madness

Time takes time
My madness comes from suffering, but I guess it is just my  mind self protecting itself
My passion has developed into something so psychological that I really need something strong to feel it
I just needed to write and try to understand myself but I can't
I desire simpleness, normality, stability. Maybe it is just me who can't get to that
As I walk through the streets, looking dumb, my mind is never quiet. It just doesn't shut the fuck up. Maybe it is you who is the main character of my internal monologue, maybe it is him, maybe it is just me. Maybe it is my mind self-destructing itself as usual.
My feelings have learnt to become strong, and as they can make me the happiest woman in the world, they can make me feel like the most miserable one.
Will you understand me? I'm not sure, but I'm sure I'll understand you better than the majority of the people
Because we are crazy. And free.
Eternal and pure love? Wish it existed. Wanting to believe something is enough, really, baby
I trust you
But I know that anything worth fighting for is not easy; as I also know our happiness is miles away from the other people's happiness. Just because of its difficulty and pureness
I have always had an hability to identify people like us, and an unstoppable desire to get to know that people
Who I am now comes from all I have learnt from other people, and as I know there is no one who is normal, and purely simple, I know who it is worth fighting for. 
I love you, I love you, I love you, madness of my nightmare