casta diva

En los momentos en los que el verano comienza
existe en el olor del asfalto al anochecer

Las veces que abandonas a la suerte

El deseo
El aliento
La salud
La fuerza

barrer

...de mi corazon todos los sucesos que me pusieron de bajon

Comienzo

"...si tuvieses la oportunidad de elegir que camino hubieses escogido antes de poder decidir...
De todas formas decidas o elijas ese camino momento ha creado quien eres ahora tanto los malos como los buenos recuerdos son parte de mi vida y los agradezco por que sigo aqui viviendo, recordando ,eligiendo ,escogiendo mi camino... mi sueño"


"borllyblack7"

y tu seguiras en hielo...

Sant joan terraza nuevos amigos
Nuevas confesiones en la manta
Un año mas como el año que fue
Pero yo sere volcan..
... y tu seguiras en hielo...
Escarcha

Orbita cementerio

Poco importa el tiempo en un paisaje ciego,donde cada minuto es exacto al siguiente,donde a cada segundo sucede otro segundo.Identico,inmutable,un segundo apagado para un tiempo marchito.Orbita cementerio.Soledad orbital.
Lucia Etxebarria "Beatriz y los cuerpos celestes"

will never found at home..

You leave in the morning
with everything you own
in a little black case
alone on a platform
the wind and the rain
on a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
why you had to leave
but the answers you seek
will never be found at home
the love that you need
will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Pushed around and kicked around
always a lonely boy
you were the one
that they'd talk about around town
as they put you down
And as hard as they would try
they'd hurt to make you cry
but you never cried to them
just to your soul
no you never cried to them
just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Cry , boy, cry...
You leave in the morning
with everything you own
in a little black case
alone on a platform
the wind and the rain
on a sad and lonely face
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

¿que pinta hacen los lectores?

Una amiga mia ha sufrido una agresion por un maltratador de almas.
Hace ya años que me enfade con el vandalo en cuestion
En uno el ultimo libro suyo que lei me senti estafado y hasta casi humillado por haber caido enl a trampa del manipulador.
Recuerdo como si fuera hoy las ganas que me dieron de escribirle y ponerlo verde "a vivir" como diria esa otra amiga mia
Y no lo hice
Hoy cuando leia la nota de mi amiga y el desencanto casi infantil que ha sufrido algo de aquel sentimiento me vino a la mente

¿que pinta hacen entoces sus lectores sr Gala?

Kyrie

Solo de paso

Fuma todos mis cigarros...otra vez

Don't bother saying you're sorry.
why don't you come in?
smoke all my cigarettes - againe.
every time i get no further.
how long has it been?
come on in now,
wipe your feet on my dreams.
You take up my time,
like some cheap magazine,
when i could have been learning something.
oh well, you know what i mean.
I've done this before.
and i will do it again.
come on and kill me baby,
while you smile like a friend.
and i'll come running,
just to do it again.
You are the last drink i never should drunk.
you are the body hidden in the trunk.
you are the habit i can't seem to kick.
you are my secrets on the front page every week.
you are the car i never should have bought.
you are the train i never should have caught.
you are the cut that makes me hide my face.
you are the party that makes me feel my age.
Like a car crash i can see but i just can't avoid.
like a plane i've been told i never should board.
like a film that's so bad but i've gotta stay til the end.
let me tell you now,
it's lucky for you that we're friends.

purple

Mozorros
Y no son purpuras
Ni llevan capirotes

Enfrente a la casa de los amigos del arte
Un balcon de una casa antigua abierto en silencio
Viendo pasar los pasos del tiempo de nuestra era

Hace mas de 20 años que no he vuelto

Silencio ahora necesario recordar
Las historias
y las vivencias de una maravillosa infancia

Arte de decir no

Lluvia purpura

Silencio
cinco farolas

Lluvia