I just wanna sleep

I just wanna sleep 'til next year. I stayed awake the last night and the ironic thing is that I had no Test...

I wish to have sweet dreams. I will think about her, diaphanous, beautiful and only mine.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend.... I bow to them... I love them, I cling to them, I run them down. I bite into them, I melt them down.... I love words so much... The unexpected ones.... The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop... Pablo Neruda

From somewhere over the rainbow

The pain still run in my blood because in my eyes it has not stopped raining.

My name is ... well, actually what less it imports is my name, I am a common and current guy like so many people others who can be in the street.


It's enough for today. I can´t think of anything else tonight. Good night, sweet dreams to everyone.

Some day

Some day I will not be here to shout that I love you. Some day these clouds will not exist: what will you do then?

I want with all my forces to dream, to live, to have a good time, all this with you, of course.

I don't know...

...what I'm scared of, or what I even enjoy.

That's why it´s known nobody when I´m crying, when I´m hurt, when wounds by the past hurt me and I stay awake thinking, just thinking.

笑顔が可愛いですね。

This means >> Egao ga kawaii desu ne >> Tu sonrisa es bonita.

I believe that the things happen for something. Now only I can only confront the consequences of my acts.

Your smile is the only thing that it does that this is worth while. Only the time will decide it, although meanwhile I have my doubts and cannot stop thinking about it...

I love you Laura, thank you for loving me. My little-apple.

Ways of killing

Hay muchas maneras de matar.
Pueden meterte un cuchillo en el vientre,
quitarte el pan,
no curarte una enfermedad,
meterte en una mala vivienda,
empujarte al suicidio,
torturarte hasta la muerte por medio del trabajo,
llevarte a la guerra, etcétera.

Sólo pocas de estas cosas están prohibidas en nuestra ciudad.

Bertolt Brecht

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There are many ways of killing.
They can put you a knife in the belly,
to take the bread from you,
not to recover an illness,
to get into a bad housing,
to push you to the suicide,
to torture you up to the death by means of the work,
to lead to you to the war, etc..

Only few of these things are prohibited in our city.

Bertolt Brecht