Loneliness...

Ay mi hermana del Alma, qué haré sin vos estas crueles semanas que te irás de viaje? Cómo viviré esta Realidad tan dolorosa sin tus palabras para sacarme adelante o decirme: "no loca no podés postear eso, se va todo al carajo"... Te necesito conmigo. Sólo espero que estés bien estos días, la adicción vaya disminuyendo y la distancia cure tus penas. Al menos por un tiempo, despejarse va a ayudar. Tal ves incluso logres una mínima Paz, tan anhelada.

Te voy a extrañar mucho, loca. No te olvides, no te podés ir sin mi. Y la idea es llegar a los 35 por lo menos...

Te amo.

Esto es todo lo que escribiré por hoy. Demasiado triste...

THE FIGUREHEADS: by The Cure

Sharp and open,

Leave me alone.

And sleeping less every night,

As the days become heavier and weighted,

Waiting.

In the cold light,

A noise,

A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten,

With spiders inside them,

And dust on the lips of a vision of hell,

I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year.

A hundred other words blind me with your purity,

Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance.

I think about tomorrow,

Please let me sleep,

As I slip down the window,

Freshly squashed fly,

You mean nothing.

You mean nothing.

I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls,

All the time,

Lose me in the dark,

Please do it right,

Run into the night,

I will lose myself tomorrow,

Crimson pain.

My heart explodes,

My memory in a fire,

And someone will listen,

At least for a short while.

I can never say no to anyone but you.

Too many secrets,

Too many lies,

Writing with hatred,

Too many secrets,

Please make it good tonight.

But the same image haunts me,

In sequence,

In despair of time.

I will never be clean again.

I touched her eyes,

Pressed my stained face,

I will never be clean again.

Touch her eyes,

Press my stained face.

I will never be clean again.

I will never be clean again.

I will never be clean again.

I will never be clean again.