friendlyneighbor

Desaparicion El carruaje se dirigia hacia la ciudad con su andar traqueteante. Compartia dicho medio de transporte con una vieja pareja y una joven mujer que viajaba sola; No intercambie palabras con ninguno de ellos en todo el trayecto. Para serles sinceros la idea comenzar una nueva vida lejos de casa alteraba mi digestion. Yo siempre habia sido de los que nunca se aventuraban muy lejos de casa, La paz y tranquilidad de mi estudio, eran para mi lo mas apropiado. Me mordí el labio al percatarme que habíamos llegado a la entrada de la ciudad,que se extendia hasta el horizonte a traves del cristal mojada por la lluvia.. Oh, cuanto a

Riego palabras como agua, las escucho salpicar, esperando regar suficientes, para que puedas nadar. AE Poema para una chica que ama leer.

Pequeño yo Quien eres tu el que solia ser yo? los ojos brillantes mirando con asombro a donde se fue quien compartia esta alma? tu el que sabe secretos, los cuales yo no puedo siquiera imaginar puedes sentirme, cuando lo intento? el imaginar? Susurraras en mi oido y abriras mis ojos? tu que eras yo pequeño yo mirando con asombro a tu alrededor al mundo que brilla y nos llama. AE Poema para mi yo pequeño

Mama, you've been on my mind Maybe it's the gold glimmer of the dry grass, near this old shack, or maybe it's the way the sun warms skin but not the soul, that warns me about it speaks to me, the edge is getting near ... Babe you said i'd be a great catcher in this freaking field of rye, but i'm more of a lost kid, than a savior, or a saint ... So i'll just ran straight, fall from your cliff deep down into the the abyss ... And on this lake, drink from the bliss, that some call memories ... And all that comes from having you on my mind ...

Soul to Squeeze I've got a bad disease. down in my core, i can't get  filled ... The jealousy i feel, has made me tear out all the flowers, The itch in my scars, i scratch ... and broke the mirror and all his lies ... you're so polite indeed, rather than killing, you leave us hurting, a feast for crows we are, vulture's and wolves that are dressed like sheep ... where i go i just don't know, and impasse wall i'm gonna charge head on ... when i find my peace of mind, i'll be all withered just like all my kind ... i watch our friendship fade, my own blood turns their back on me, i watch my city burn, and with the skulls,

There's a fog surrounding everything and everyone... and i just can't get through it, some fear Trump builds a "Wall", but the wall's always been there, it's all borders, watchtowers, inside all of us, the big watching the small, as they die in a hole,   they could never get out of. It's a joke, It's a circus, but nobody's laughing, Maybe we should just die, like we will anyway, yet we still can't fucking   love each other ...

I'll be good ... i think i saw the devil ... this morning, standing in the mirror ... and there was no fire around ... he told me flames grow cold, if they've forgotten their reason to burn, not that there was any to begin with, not that he was given any, he was just a good soldier, who had learn to die a long time ago, or maybe he just never lived, "well ...i half lived, he says, while he pours some more ashes in my cup, and asks me if i can taste their souls? "a coin lands on it's tail, and can never turn back, moon can just show one side, if you're looking from earth, and then the past recedes, just to repeat itself,

Sin ti soy la clase roto que no tiene arreglo. Sin ti soy la clase de roto que no tiene arreglo, la clase de cansancio que el dormir no cura. La clase que se arrastra por tu piel y se asienta en tus hombros, y te clava sus agujas para extraer hasta la ultima gota de sangre y con ella cada aliento de vida, energía, alma y esperanza. Soy la clase de triste que las lagrimas no pueden desahogar. Ellas fluyen sin parar en grupo, cada lagrima muy asustada, como para hacer el viaje a mi barbilla sola, así que se toman de las manos y saltan de mis irritadas cuencas, y se deslizan hacia su final decididas y valientes y con

Beside the river It was beside the river where i got the fever, It was beside the river where i felt your soul shiver, beside the river the light's getting thinner, beside the river my soul's getting cleaner, beside the river i'm reborn a sinner, beside the river the world's getting meaner, beside the river you crown yourself winner, and beside the river this love's getitng skinnier.

Sun in my Room Man i wish i had the sun in my room sweeping dust in my soul like a fiery broom ... Man i wish i had the sun in my room all the heat she has taken with her, and the mirror just shows me her stare, tell me brother where is all your might, you know spring cannot come without light, and the summer will be cold as ice,   and i'm sick of just rolling the dice,   i'm a lion, not some frightened mice, and the middle name i chose was vice, and this cake that some people call life, it refuses to give me one slice, so i'm eating this heart i despise. and my days they're all just filled with strife. Man i wish i had the su