Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Black Cat or White Cat?

and now...inevitably the after.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

For how long?

Look me in the eyes and say that you want it to die; Stop checking it; Make the chapters return to its owner.

Saturday, May 10, 2008


She doesnt stop searching for signals; mistakes are not supposed to happen twice on the same situation. She can't decide, for once, which path to follow in her life, limiting her existence to the safety provided by the nearest shoulder. Time goes by, flowing in a constant routine where everything remains the same. No change is going to occure, until she finally takes the first step...

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Leave it.

It's not about what one's effectively writes. It is on the thoughts and spoken words.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008


A fridge to keep the low temperature of her heart
Graphite sketches in a senseless effort to show the sorrow which has already run apart
Take it off!! Those are useless sun glasses, for u are an expert on hiding emotions
behind the manners of a naive way of acting, whose stage is your own life,
certainly to be considered your only reckless piece of art.

Unfortunately it takes time for them to understand that the key for her good mood, is easily obtained by her romantic suffer, giving her the acclaimed reasons to reach the melancholic atmosphere continuosly followed by her .

Shall you have the Euros, for Hapiness to come through,
may you suddenly realize that the problem is not in objects, or persons, it is inveterate in Ju.

Friday, April 18, 2008


I wish i had, things do not dissociate from each other.

Saturday, April 5, 2008


Killing time, her favourite game. Looking at the edge of the future while her dreams start to fade away. Trying to join the pieces of her world, still,without finding the course to harmony.

Should her be less spoiled...

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Crotalus cerastes

"Tell her,
Tell her she can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were only kidding.
That way she'll know that it's really, really, really, really me.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her."

A bit of venom can spice it up.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

After a crumble there is a rise.

She wanted to wise up, just didnt know how. He did society a favour.