Mea culpa

I, for several days, gave back away my food, if you know what I mean.
I cover my arms so that paleness won't be seen.
For a couple years, waking up wasn't my favourite part of the day.
I still look when no one's looking.

Am I guilty? of sins, what's a sin?
Are sins only made by guilty ones?
Is guilt a sin if nothing has been commited?

I lay over my own body but barely i see through my own eyes.

Song after remaining (mind/heart) illness

I used to ask for things I knew
Answers i kept inside of me
Answers given again by the old man who isn't old anymore.

I'm scared of my very own blood
Not related to the past
Direct past.

Present is much more uncertain than the future
Friends around me become unknown members of a secret gang

I'm delutional, I feel solitude
Unloved
Love taken away
Love missing, which used to be in a bed.

Large bed, I'm laying in a large bed
I touch the sheets
Sheets before touched by whom once was there
waiting for me to come out
from the woman who still loves him.

This woman moans at night, missing
Wishing for presence.

I watch and fear of present
When will future become undone?

When things go wrong I tend to smell myself.

-today i love you more than any other day.

-and how about tomorrow?

-even more

-and the day after tomorrow?

-even more than that... and the day after that i don't think i could love you more than how i'd be loving you then.

-

twice.

Litigio

Mostly I'm scared

Mostly I get blended

Mostly our hands get stood in the pale air

This retribution

Contribution of my mind towards my body

Time that gives no space for the mistaken

Mistakes that make time appear delayed.

It has been

Always shivering while it's gone.

la nuit c'est nen'est pas pour les sages
la nuit, c'est pour les ignorants de bons coeurs.

self

no tengo huellas dactilares
no tengo olor
no tengo sabor
mis dedos no crujen
mis párpados se ajan
la piel se vuelve menos fuerte.

los pies se arquean, trémulos
debajo del escritorio
sobre las pantorrillas
muero
dentro y fuera.

hablo de nada para siempre.

laughaughuahuahHAHAHA

z

quand je dors:

je n'ai pas faim, et je ne pense pas.

summer days

c'est mon ami renato, et mon amie elizabeth

chez moi.

petite chanson

you are my tiny in my heart when you dance to me

tiny, at my heart when you asked me for the time
tiny in my heart eyes when you save the last cookie piece

tiny eyed

tiny shoes

heart to sight

this red nails and you.

you are my tiny in my heart.

plagio

sin tí, las emociones de hoy no serían más que la piel muerta de las emociones de ayer.

?

- ¿Qué mierda es ésto que me muestras?
- Eso, mierda.
- Y por mí, sí, mierda. Pero la mierda no es dulce.
- La mierda de tu vida no es ni dulce ni amarga. Es solo eso, mierda.

(Un auto se detiene. Estaciona, una mujer con ojos negros se baja y me señala con el dedo índice de su mano izquierda)

- Estoy ensimismado
- ¿Qué se supone que quieres decirme con eso? No te entiendo. Nunca te entiendo sabes? nunca. La única vez que te entendí llorabas y maldecías. Ahí si que te entendía, me querías abrazar...
- Pero corriste
- Corrí? ay, ya ni me acuerdo.
- Cuando corres ya no tengo tanto miedo. Me imagino tu cara con el viento. Se mueve la carne, blanda, la grasa debajo se desliza poco a poco por tus músculos. Estás viva para todo el tiempo
- No todo, tú sabes...
- No no sé nada y es mejor no saber, sabes?
- Sí, sí se.

my burning eyelids , my burning seight, my burning you.