MonumentalI keep these notes as monuments of all my past mistakes Little reminders of life beforeMonumental
the bitter words of hate
LightThe silence is suffocating; Saturated with things better unsaid. Exiled thoughts, long abandonedLight
And left for dead.
The darkness is penetrating, Weighing heaviest late at night. Forgotten dreams, returning
And breathing in new life.
So I ask you now my friend,
"What is the weight of light?"
PerdidaMe da ganas de gritarPerdida
y olvidar las voces que dicen
Pero siempre he quedado en silencio, callada nunca diciendo nada Adentro, no lo olvidará
Ahora, hoy no puedo Fría y llena de miedo,
así en esta vida no puedo continuar.
No puedo, No puedo ¿Hay alguíen que me va a enseñar?
The Irony Never Escapes Me.All the time I waited for you,The Irony Never Escapes Me.
And you were never there.
Now I don’t want to see you,
And you are everywhere.
You said I wasn’t there enough,
And space can be to blame,
Things had started to get tough,
And we just weren’t the same.
Honey, think. Who made the move? Are you to blame, or am I? I can’t help but find it so ironic That now suddenly you’re nearby.
Soul Gazing
i am falling with youi. there is no need in this, only want.i am falling with you
ii. i fear for my safety, and you know this.
i don’t know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too. i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you can’t see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and
only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.
iii. i have always been an obstinate creature. my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days
| Quick now, here, now, always— A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. .. - Little Giddings, T.S Elliot. |
Hot blooded, check it and see.I got a fever of 103
It's Hot
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raphael does photography, too!
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Cor Contritum quasi cinis. Quem patronum rogarturus? Ne me perdas. My heart is as though ground to ashes. To which protector shall I appeal? Do not let me be lost.
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Practice makes perfect... I need more practice!
cool... hi
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Cor Contritum quasi cinis. Quem patronum rogarturus? Ne me perdas. My heart is as though ground to ashes. To which protector shall I appeal? Do not let me be lost.
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Practice makes perfect... I need more practice!
pues, puedo escribir mejor que puedo hablar..
pero estoy tratando.
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Cor Contritum quasi cinis. Quem patronum rogarturus? Ne me perdas. My heart is as though ground to ashes. To which protector shall I appeal? Do not let me be lost.
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Practice makes perfect... I need more practice!
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