El jardin de la luz


On lessons taken (learnt or not)
Noviembre 6, 2009, 1:23 am
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If it seems too good to be true, it most likely IS too good to be true.

If everything seems like going great really easy, it’s gonna flunk in any minute.

Whatever my gut feeling is telling me, is not necessarily true.

Don’t show your feelings.

Be patient.

Don’t take for granted that you’re gonna win, even if it seems impossible to lose, cause it is ALWAYS possible.

Enjoy every moment as the last one, because it’s going to be probably the last one.

I repeat, DO NOT show your feelings.

Don’t talk shit about people, and if it’s necessary to talk shit, talk with the people that you want to tell that shit to, and leave the rest of the world aside from your fucking problems.

Don’t be way too nice.

What goes around, comes around. If you fuck up, you’re going down, sooner or later you go down.

Fly low, the lower you are, the fall will be easier to withstand.

Don’t get used to people, they eventually go away.

Everything in this world has an expiration date, it’s better to be prepared.

Everything in this world is borrowed, don’t think you have anything, cause you don’t own it.

 



Halo
Noviembre 1, 2009, 11:43 pm
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You wake up one day, tired of feeling down, tired of being depressed, you find yourself with the will to get out of your hole. That made green be your color.  Your body feels a new found energy, you feel yourself able to do everything you want, you find yourself full of bliss, you keep repeating in your head “all will be well”. That made blue be your color. You meet her, her eyes meet with yours, she feels empathy for the signs of pain all over you, marked on your eyes, you cannot hide your eyes. That made indigo be your color. You take her hand, you feel your heart again, you feel that there’s nothing else in this world, that nothing could be more perfect, you want to freeze time, you want to freeze every instant in time, you smile, love flows all over your aura. That made Violet be your color. You desperately want to freeze those moments, every moment, because you fear is going to be over, because you fear those moments will be lost in time, because you fear for time, you fear that she might change her mind. That made yellow be your color. You want everything from her, you want her desperately, you want her so bad, to be yours and yours only, to have only eyes for you, you would put her in a beautiful crystal ball if you could, to be admired just by you, to be your ballerina. That made orange be your color. You breakout, you fuck up, you stupid creep, you imbecile, you moronic idiot, you lost her, you lost her, you lost her, anger bathes your heart, blood pumps fast, you cry in anger, she’s lost, gone, it’s over, your head pumps, look what you did you stupid asshole, you needy freak.

That my friend, is to show you that red, red is indeed your true color.



Wrong
Noviembre 1, 2009, 3:53 pm
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Yeah, Wrong.

As always!



Decay
Noviembre 1, 2009, 1:09 pm
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Breeze

clean my tears with your cold fingers

close my eyes and help me jump

help me fly away to places unknown

take your silver scissors and cut my cables

cut each and every wire that connects to my angry heart

cut away this cascade of hate, this anger I’m bathed in

break this mirror, I don’t want to look at it anymore

break this cursed mirror, and cut my flesh with its remains

I count to ten to evacuate my soul

from this decaying body

from this prison of flesh

I yell each number

liberation

hoping to get to one

when I get to one I disappear



Last
Octubre 31, 2009, 3:41 pm
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[i want you to take me, i want you to make me, i want you to break me, then i want you to throw me away]



Water
Octubre 31, 2009, 9:41 am
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I plunge the knife deep into it

I cut open

I slice all the way down

And nothing comes out

Just water

[It's ok, everything'sgonnabeok]



Mar
Octubre 29, 2009, 10:52 am
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Busco destellos de luz que me guien a puerto

Se mi faro, guiame, muestrame tu luz

(cantame al oido, toma mi mano, protégeme del frio)

no tengo más que arena en los bolsillos

navego a la deriva sobre una tabla

me vuelvo una gota en el inmenso océano azul

y mi rostro se refleja, cansado y aturdido

en la belleza del oceano te veo

(Tú hermosa, tú enorme, tú inexplicable, tú increible)

y te pido que seas mi hogar

y te pido que me tragues y seas mi hogar

salvame de este naufragio

engulle este frágil cuerpo de grumete

quitame la brujula

hundeme

salvame

extraeme

tragame

violentame con tu paz

ciegame con tu luz

se mi hogar

 



denial
Octubre 28, 2009, 1:17 am
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A tiny paperboat trying to cross the pacific ocean.

A tin soldier trying to fight for his life.

A paper airplane stalling helpless 30.000 miles from the ground.

A toy paratrooper whose parachute never opened.

A music box without a ballerina.

nothingnoonenobodynadanienteneinnonevernullnilnotnuncanyet no no no no no no no no no no no no no

ene o

 

 

 



[insert title]
Octubre 26, 2009, 12:45 am
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We, who walk through the cold, and the gray, trying to find ourselves, and losing everything in the way

We, who try to get the right answers to the unbelievably impossible questions that life demands from us

and we find none

We, we don’t have weapons, we come in peace always in peace

(we come in pieces)

we know there are no answers to our questions, we know how pointless our questions are

we                                                                                            don’t                                                                                                   know

a             n                y                  t              h                    i                            n                    g

and yet we go to sleep hoping it will be better (it won’t)

we keep dreams in our hearts, we canned them in our titanium heart

we, the desperate, the underdogs, the overlooked, the nobodies, the freaks

we are a hungry pack of phantoms

we lost the game before we even started to play

I write this senseless words just to throw them into oblivion

As I throw myself

v                                                    o                                                                                                                    i                                                                   d



Oranges
Octubre 25, 2009, 12:14 pm
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(Please, tell me it was real.  Please, tell me it wasn’t another delusion of my wrecked mind.  Please, tell me I wasn’t dreaming -and if it was, indeed, a dream- Please, never let me wake up)