HOPE.

Hoping my fairy godmother would come up to me with a large bottle of wine and cheer me up. And maybe stay around a while. But fairytales ain't real.

I ain't the little asshole I used to be.
You gave me these wounds, marked the bruises.
I'd do anything to go back in time,
we'd never met if that be possibly possible.
But past can't come back either such as life.
I won't ever again be the one who dream that.

Hoping some real, bone-meat friend would unmagically appear with some cheetos and tell me some story I don't wanna here. And stay around for a while. But friends ain't real sometimes, either. GCA.

I wish I could hate you...

I wish I could hate you...
I wish I could love you too...

I wish this was real
I wish this wouldn't exist
I wish this between you and me.

We are such independent lovers
we are such different feelers
we are such cold hearts.

I am your dream
I am your desire
I am nothing at all.

We are fog
we are smog
we are a lie.

Your foot is on the edge. GCA.



...nuestro planeta se deteriora, y nuestras almas y cuerpos con el...

Las dos canciones que escuchaba mientras declaraba mis pensamientos en este blog:

- "Stupify" - Disturbed
- "La canción mas hermosa del mundo" - Joaquin Sabina

Medio irónico... y con eso justifico mi "spanglish".

Lazy heart...

Reaction with no attraction
how can you asure real love?

All this time am I being faking?
I met a familiar spectrum,
it came along with strange hope
and some frustrating poetry.

We all are trapped sometimes
we all are scared sometimes
we all find hate or love
from time to time...

Is it anger? Is it fear?
Is it sadness? Is it me?

Let just let it bleed.
Absorb the bullets
cut some heads,
and pack our souvenirs.

I've got some issues
but you're gonna pay.

Where are you?
Are you flying too?
Was my lesson useful?

I've being having all around
this crazy humoristic thoughts
we were pretty butterflies
escaping away from love.

But you were happy
I was happy too.

I've paying such high price
My reward?
Oh, this lazy heart...
Damaged soul, senseless hands.
No turning point. GCA.

youre my hole.

This deep hole has a name, your name, and I'm getting out of it. I promise. This ain't no love. You got into my life when I was falling. You got advantage of the pieces of my heart, put them back together just to throw them all at once.

LITTLE MISTAKE

Only having fun isn't enough
going through though decisions
it's all about ego I said once
maybe it was about self-esteem
maybe it was about you and me
"maybe" can't exist in this world
I ain't falling no more dear
I ain't going down ever again
the songs I sang about this
the words I spell because
are now starting to vanish
I'll fly them away with life
this ain't a letter for any
it's no painful reality either
the sounds of getting crazy
having fun won't be enough
this are the memories of myself.
Goodbye. GCA.

muy triste para un poema?

He recolectado mis versos de insensatez, tristeza, ira, gran melancolia.

TERIBLE INCERTIDUMBRE ME ABRUMA

Espero sientas alivio
yo siento cual vacio
te lo dije un dia
poesia es relevancia
es trascendencia
directo al corazon
te lo dije un dia
yo te amo todavia
es duro estar sin ti
el lapiz se borra
evapora sentimientos
ya no quiero tintero
ni la pluma que me diste
quiero tiza y grafito
no soluciones tristes
ya no tengo preguntas
todo estara bien. GCA.


y ahora unas lineas en ingles...

(singing i wanna be sedated)

You.ll slowly evacuate my heart
so long I will fake to be fine
I can.t believe its over now
it just seems unreal to me
I was trapped in your arms
now that I.m free at last
I dont feel like flying
I loved to be in love with your soul.GCA.



en malaventura.