con este olor a lluvia, en esta noche sin luna..
con una falta de inspiración tremenda..
con tanto que decir y no saber como decirlo..
estoy escribiendo....
los miedos corrompen mi felicidad y todo se torna extraño
"el hacer y no hacer" prácticamente sin diferencia
me gustaría tener todos los medios necesarios para seguir luchando
y apostando por lo que realmente quiero, pero esta falta de inspiración y tiempo impide tanto, me limita como nunca y me desfavorece más que antes.
El único apego que tenia se desvanece poco a poco en el tiempo y ahora ya solo se hace parte de los recuerdos...
Duele volver a darse cuenta una y otra vez que no se es importante para ninguno de ellos...
y sigo esperando a en que en verdad esa persona haga lo que tenga que hacer para que este a su lado por completo...
lunes, 19 de octubre de 2009
sábado, 17 de octubre de 2009
.::90::.Breathless offer
Have you thought about what do you offer to the people?
That question is one of the thousand questions that arise almost everyday of my existence since I’ve started to think, to feel, to differentiate between good and bad things, since I’ve started to grow…
People who are with me give me so much; and I think that I can’t give as much as I receive.
And you know what is worse? What happen with the people who only have themselves to survive each day, that people who exist by mistake, because the life is something that just happen, sometimes as a life predetermine and another time at random…
What happen with these people?
To those who we can’t offer more than shame and some of our tears sometimes, those who hadn't "luck"
And many people continuous living in religions, believe in spirits or souls, myths, fairy tales, and forget that they aren't the only person important in the world, and I don’t talk about of “everyone”, just I say that there are many people who are really needing of help, waiting a offer, to can breath another day…
But the truth is hard, nobody thinks in anyone.
Maybe we are a game of our subconscious and our thoughts; we aren’t more than ourselves which leads us to illogical reasoning.
And although the man is a rational animal, maybe we are illogical by nature and our pathetic, indecent, grabbing and selfish actions. This gets us to our well-deserved extinction.
That question is one of the thousand questions that arise almost everyday of my existence since I’ve started to think, to feel, to differentiate between good and bad things, since I’ve started to grow…
People who are with me give me so much; and I think that I can’t give as much as I receive.
And you know what is worse? What happen with the people who only have themselves to survive each day, that people who exist by mistake, because the life is something that just happen, sometimes as a life predetermine and another time at random…
What happen with these people?
To those who we can’t offer more than shame and some of our tears sometimes, those who hadn't "luck"
And many people continuous living in religions, believe in spirits or souls, myths, fairy tales, and forget that they aren't the only person important in the world, and I don’t talk about of “everyone”, just I say that there are many people who are really needing of help, waiting a offer, to can breath another day…
But the truth is hard, nobody thinks in anyone.
Maybe we are a game of our subconscious and our thoughts; we aren’t more than ourselves which leads us to illogical reasoning.
And although the man is a rational animal, maybe we are illogical by nature and our pathetic, indecent, grabbing and selfish actions. This gets us to our well-deserved extinction.
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