You are doing mines

Hope...

We have it, you feel it, i share it. It is more than a possible future to me, for i am waiting for you since i was a beat, a small beat. You will be my smile someday, i'll be the heat inside your stomach, your fast breathes, tightening your heart, and making your hands sweat.

I wish you were my hope, when he said "i will call you, wait for me". When he did my rain, they all did, still are...

I am a your tear, my hands are salty they are trying to help me, although there was no need for they to do that, i am very glad they did. I have to say im ok, im flying in this waterfall, refresh my inside. I no longer beating for he, my rainbow want my colours and i need some blues and reds my yellows and greens, i have all this colours now i can do millions of things with them, because i know they will want me to take them, now what colour.

What colours of all this colours.

Don't know if its true

I was wondering if there is any clue, a sign, something that tells you this is the right person for you. And that if you don't go with him you are going to spend the rest of your life alone. We all have the "must have a, must be like, must know this" rules when it comes to a person that aply to be your soulmate.

I must say that all i want is a heart a brain and a hug, i want a smile and a tear, but all i truly want is you...

Ears i don't understand

As a language and as emotions as well. Shades of what it seems to ve a verse that crash into your heart with no reason, it does not matter, you surrender your self into this sound, and yet it is unknow to your mind.

Yes it is music

And it is music of my country, enjoy it if you want

The name of this band is Saiko :






This band is De Saloon :







This band is Lucybell :







This band is Golem:







This lady is Nicole:







So this is it, apreciate the sound of the last country of the world, and listen to the sounds of the last corner in earth.

We both...

Im trying to leave this place, that attracts me towards him, the ethereal image of you is haunting me, estaticly locked in a world that once was, i take you out of my head, my hand won't let you go, it presses your moments, because i know that, that is all you are, although i keep imegining how your smile is, so you come back, and like my curse you are my bless, it does not matter how wrong i know this is, and it does not matter how wrong you think this is...

Close your eyes, i want you to imagine mines my hands touching the top of your hair, slowly, im whispering in my ear, i know you can hear me, and i know you can feel me, im caressing your face, with bith of my hands, i make you look at me and... god, your eyes.. open your eyes... i breathe deeply, or try to, i am lucky, and pray to time, to stop my body, the shaking blood runs high through my body, i am smiling just by looking at your eyes, i thank god for my tears.

Don't say good bye now, who knows if we could actually...

A night in my bed

My hesitation lets me feel this burn with some unpleasant pleasure. I feel uncomfortable. I should not be walking here right now, but God I’m always walking (and god I need a shower...). I’m bored. I miss my cell phone. Just 15 more minutes and I will be home. I need to get ready for tonight. I need to go out with my mates and forget about you for one night.

Ah, the lights around my eyes form some silhouette of you. My eyes are closed, and I’m moving while the sound hits my ears and the air that I breathe makes me sweat. I’m breathing in your mouth. I’m touching you with my unconscious being, and I know you can feel it while the strange arm touches my chest which I squeeze it with your hand. I do not recognize these eyes. I can barely see now. I need more water.

Where am I?

I do not know this sound. I open my eyes and see you. This is my house and my bed, and yet you are not here anymore.

Silence...all this silence...

And now I get it. It doesn't matter where you can be, or who you can be. I can be both in my bed. And I will rise with the magic of the being; enjoy this love that is not. Love does not hope to be love now. I would like to say again that this time I stopped being ashamed of not feeling what you want me to feel. I wish I could believe there is in real time, and that we can somehow go back to where too men can finally meet and have a nice shag.

I will enjoy it while I am here with this love that is not.

My eyes are closed...

The walk

I've just finished Silent Hill Origins, thinking that the end was not as good as i thought but at the same time how much i loved the video game, full of happy silly feelings of victory i go to my living-rom and take a look outside the window, and start to listen my mp3 cd missing my cellphone losted two nights ago. My stomach squeeze, "Come here boy" starts to sound, i light up a cigarrete thinking that im going to go to bed in a few minutes, it always feels so good when im particularly listening this song, the fire start to create a thought of what i think it would be my possible orgasm in the future, and the smoke hide the face that i don't even know yet, consumes the love that im feeling full of hope that i unconsciously know it will never be.


I get out of the silence, i need to think in something else, the forgetful noise that calms me down and holds the dam, about to brake and drown my soul. Voices, chats, people, why my mates are not calling me right now, oh right, i don't have my cellphone anymore, i need to go to the beach, and i need another cigarrete, and god i need to get this song out of my head, start to gets cold, winter is coming, finally, i hug my self with my whool jacket and try to warm up with success.

Im at the beach now, aaaah the beach, this sound relaxes me, no matter how much i don't like sand, the song is out of my head, and your face fade aways with the waves, Blanket is on my thoughts now, i need to think in a Skunk Anansie song or a Stereophonics song, Radiohead to sink in my never ending depression just like a 15 years old kid who desperatly calls for a little attention... it feels right, somehow, i know its right, i shoul not be so complicated about it, or insecure, i wish i could believe in psychologists at this moment, i hate to analize me so well, and then i remember that i don't like that word, hate, is really sad, it would be so sad if i would have to lie to my self, im not insecure, i don't have dramas, im happy and laughing all the time... I need to go to my house now, have to work tomorrow.