No one gets it. No one will every completely get it. You will never be able to fathom the amount of love in my heart that has been cooped up for years- more desperate every moment to explode. Explosions in the sky, explosions caused by "why." Why is nothing pure like snow, like gold? Screw all this searching and wasting time. WHY can't I be surrounded by the pure air, the ocean air the purest air of all. I feel so trapped in these buildings, layers and layers of concrete but lacking concrete love and belief. Soon the layers will tumble down and all that will be left is the green and the ocean air to restore our faith in...realness. Reality. REAL. No one knows what that is.
Monday, October 11, 2010
No one gets it. No one will every completely get it. You will never be able to fathom the amount of love in my heart that has been cooped up for years- more desperate every moment to explode. Explosions in the sky, explosions caused by "why." Why is nothing pure like snow, like gold? Screw all this searching and wasting time. WHY can't I be surrounded by the pure air, the ocean air the purest air of all. I feel so trapped in these buildings, layers and layers of concrete but lacking concrete love and belief. Soon the layers will tumble down and all that will be left is the green and the ocean air to restore our faith in...realness. Reality. REAL. No one knows what that is.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
fools rush in
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Up.
lazy mornings with chloe, forcing her to love me. You'd think after I saved her life she would want to cuddle with me at least a little..but no :(Friday, May 28, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saul Williams (Said the Shotgun to the Head)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Pablo Neruda
Tengo miedo. La tarde es gris y la tristezadel cielo se abre como una boca de muerto.
Tiene mi corazòn un llanto de princesa
olvidada en el fondo de un palacio desierto.
Tengo miedo. Y me siento tan cansado y pequeño
que reflejo la tarde sin meditar en ella.
(En mi cabeza enferma no ha de caber un sueño
así como en el cielo no ha cabido una estrella.)
Sin embargo en mis ojos una pregunta existe
y hay un grito en mi boca que mi boca no grita.
No hay oído en la tierra que oiga mi queja triste
abandonada en medio de la tierra infinita!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
jaime bayly
“No, no he sido nunca romántico. Nunca me han gustado las canciones inflamadas de amor o las personas idiotizadas por romanticismo o la idea convencional del amor en la que hemos sido educados, es decir, que uno no puede alcanzar una cierta felicidad a solas, que ella esta siempre en la vida de pareja, en dormir con esa persona y mirarla embobado media vida. Soy bastante egoísta, me gusta estar solo, me parece cursi y penosa esa tradición tan nuestra que consiste en cantar a gritos que sin ti la vida no es nada, que cuando te fuiste mi vida se arruino, que yo soy un inservible o un bobo llorón si tu no estas, que si no vuelves me matare. Yo creo que la vida es mucho mas divertida cuando tu amante te deja o no esta, porque así tu puedes hacer lo que de verdad te de la gana.”







