Dancing on the clouds

Sin darme cuenta, sentí que algo humedecía mi mejilla.
Ya me había olvidado como se sentía.

Just

Let the right one in

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost my self.

Last First Day of School.

Yo (izquierda) y Agus (derecha). Salí like :D claro. si, claro. Úlltimo año eeeh.

Drácula serenade

For several years, my biggest personality trait was going to be thirsty. It would take some time before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would never feel exactly the way I felt now. Human … and passionately in love. I wanted the complete experience before I traded in my warm, breakable, pheromone-riddled body for something beautiful, strong … and unknown.

Mi cara está en una pared de Río Grande, Tierra del Fuego !

Realmente no me esperaba esto, me agarró de sorpresa, entré a mi fotolog como siempre y vi una firma que me decía que me estaban pintando en una pared en tierra del fuego. Sinceramente muchas gracias por elegir una imagen mia para ese trabajo, no hace falta decir que es quedó increíble y que pintarlo y transladarlo a ese tamaño no es algo muy fácil que digamos. En fin, muchas gracias !

Links del autor
http://www.flickr.com/photos/playsolo
http://www.fotolog.com/base_ash

Foto original:
http://www.fotolog.com/poopart/32744535

24 de Enero del 2009.

El cumpleaños más feliz en como 3 años.

Noche de 23 de enero con mi gordo ^^ hasta las 12 . Regalos. 24 de enero a la mañana, más regalos. ZAPATOS PARUOLO OH POR DIOS. A la tarde, vino la mujer sexy que esta a la derecha de la foto a mi casa. A las 9 y media de la noche vino otra vez el gordi :B. A las 11 me fui a Hard Rock con la famlia. A las 12.30 me cantaron el feliz cumpleaños aunque ya habia pasado (?) A la 1 me fui a lo de la mujer y después a un bar por ahí. Y mas tarde volvi a mi casa jaj. En resumen gracias a todos, los que se acordaron y me llamaron - o intentaron ajaj -, o me dejaron un mensaje por facebook, fotolog, msn, myspace, o whatever.
paulette cumplió 17.

Im sorry

It's been a long time since I give my heart away to some soulless creature - I think that maybe it was stolen, but never mind -, and it have not been returned yet. So, I wanted to say that I am sorry, very sorry. I cannot give you what I do not possess. I'm empty. I cannot give you what you ask. And it hurts, you know? Because I want it, and I want you so bad.

Insomnia

"You make me feel like a villain in a melodrama — twirling my mustache while I try to steal some poor girl’s virtue."

¿Qué carajo me pasa? Dios, noche sin sueños ni pesadillas, tampoco sin dormir ! Esto está llendo demasiado lejos. Estoy muy sacada y no entiendo que está pasando por mi cabeza. En fin, me levanté temprano, subí al colectivo y me fui para piano, que, por suerte, me bajó un poco el temperamento. Hace mil años no iba, y colgué hablando con lau de películas de la década pasada y de libros. Tengo que ver y leer mil cosas ! Ahora espero que se conecte el sir matías para ver la película por 3° vez, no me gusta tanto pero whatever, tengo dos por uno :D . Au revoir

Anesthetics

10 días para mi cumple si, si, si.

[...]" Meaningless. All of it was meaningless. My very existence was meaningless.
The whole world was meaningless.
My forehead pressed against my knees, and I wondered how much longer I would be able to stand this. Maybe it was hopeless. Maybe, if my attempt was doomed to failure anyway, I sould stop torturing my self and just go back...
The idea was so powerful, so healing - like the words contained a strong anesthetic, washing away the mountain of pain I was burried under - that it made me gasp, made me dizzy.
I could leave now, I could go back.
Her face, always behing the lids of my eyes, smiled at me.
It was a smile of welcome, of forgiveness, but it did not have the effect my subconscious probably intended it to have.
Of course I could not go back. What was my pain, after all, in comparison with her happiness? She sould be able to smile, free from fear and danger. Free from a longing for a soulless future. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than me. When she left this world, she would go to a place that was forever barred to me, no matter how I conducted myself here.
The idea of that final separation was so much more intense than the pain I alerady had. My body shook with it. When she went on to a place where she belonged and I never could, I wuld not linger here blind. There must be oblivion. There must be relief.
That was my hope, but there were no guarantees. To sleep, perchance to deam. Ay, there's the rub, I quoted myself. Even when I was ash, would I somehow still feel the torture of her loss?
I shuddered again.
And, damn it, I'd primised. I'd promised her that I wouldn't haunt her life again, bring my black demons into it. I wasn`t going back into my word. Couldn't I do anything right by her? Anything at all?
The idea of returning to the cloudy little town that would always be my true home on this planet snaked through my thoughts again.
Jus to check. Just to see that she's well and safe and happy. Not to interfere. She would never know I was there...
No. Damn it, no. "[...]

Cheating Dreams

"Of course I was bad. Wasn`t I rejoicing now, that she thought better of me than I deserved? If I were a good person, I would have stayed away from her."

Desupés de varias semanas, volví a levantarme tarde por al misma razón. Otra vez esos sueños estúpidos que no quiero tener y me dejan con la conciencia sucia toda la tarde! ¿Culpa?. Prece que mi boca dice que quiere una cosa y mi cabeza otra, aunque sea en sueños. Basta ya.