April 21st, 2oo9

Today I had soymilk
And it tasted like an Italian villa.
I've never noticed that before.
And I forgot about everything

But my soymilk Italian villa

January 16th, 2009

A metaphor for your uselessness
I'm tired of your love
You can't be real
A mirage
A nightmare of damp corners
A lonely night spent on a rooftop
A song built on lies and false chords
A metaphor for my uselessness.
The end.

January 15th, 2009

Sometimes
When I smile
I can feel my lips cracking
And sometimes
When I laugh
I can feel my voice cracking

But I can't stop
Because my body
Doesn't remember
How to feel sad
With these American candies
They feed me.

These candies that stop
My heart
From cracking.

January 8th, 2009

Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm not.

Sometimes I dream
Sometimes I don't.

My head is a home
My home lacks a head

My dreams have been broken, like bread.

January 6th, 2009

My past is like a starving dog
As if I'm soaked in meat
I abhor my timing and stumbling
I abhor my timing and falling...

But somewhere, there's a forest
It's calling my name
And someday, I'll find it
That's what I call him

January 1st, 2009

I tried to think
of a resolution
and decided

I don't want to get
tied down
to another
damn
thing.