miércoles, noviembre 30


Just because, sometimes,
in fall,
there is spring...

sábado, noviembre 19

The body becomes enormous;
the soul is hiding,
in every strange place,
sordid, dark...

Lie after lie;
tear after tear.
I hide aswell,
where nobody
can to see me.

Behind these words,
sad melancoly.

martes, noviembre 1


Too many time alone,
being that funny girl who doesn´t exist.

Too strong to have
someone who could take care of her.

Too weirdo to be loved.

Too much pretty to be intelligent

Too free to be a slave.

Definitly, too much woman.

Too tired to wait for you,
whoever you are.