Hallo,

Bye

Buy me one and make me happy, right?

Resin model kits in progress;

Roses for eternal love, Lilies for sweetness.

V-Look, I'm sorry, but ... this just can't work.
E-Why not?
E-It's my eye, isn't it?
V-No. Your eye is ... lovely.
V-Listen, under different circumstances,
well, who knows?
V-But we're just too different.
V-I mean, you're dead.
E-You should've thought about that
before you asked me to marry you.
V-Why can't you understand? It was
a mistake. I would never marry you.

¿Qué carajo le está pasando a mi vida?

One-night poem

I'm wearing the same underwear you saw me in that time.
If you don't recall, it is light pink and lime.
It reminds me of that day, the alcohol, the music and the cigarettes.
I remember the moonlight drawing softly in the wall our silhouettes.
I remember that day, when I finally had you just for my own.
I remember that hug in the end, the sweat, and your cologne.
You through me away, and I realised that you didn't care about me eventually.
And I managed to let you know that I gave a shit about you too, foolishly.
The childish illusion, makes me dream of you, every single day.
Hoping to find that you desperately want me someday.
The childish illusion covers the reality that you are just another name in my "things I desire but I can not posses" list.
That we share just one nice night.
And that you are just one memory that disappears in the mist.

Dancing on the clouds

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

Qué pasa cuando no sentís nada.

¡Te amo, te amo, te amo!
Si, a vos te digo.
A NADIE.