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When I walk down the street, hundreds of eyes focus on my feet, myeyes, my lips ... All suspicious look in a mirror in which are not identified. Everyone dreams, all live and die. All believe in the future impossible. We all looked, we wish, we detest. We arenumb.

No one is moved by a song, no one cries for a book, no one looksand smiles. We are not hell. We are not the sky. We live in a jungle,a jungle in which the smartest is camouflaged to avoid being seenand the dumbest fight for their rights. We are what we never wanted to be. We are a reflection of our parents, our friends .... Arenot what we want to be. We are impartial. We are people.

;)

She moves in her own way...

Cause sometimes all the people moves in their own way,

 and we lose ourselves in the midle of the ocean.

The suburbs

In the suburbs, I

I learned to drive

And you told me I’d never survive

Grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving

You always seemed so sure

That one day we’d fight in

In a suburban war

You put it down against mine

I saw you standing on the opposite shore

Nobody down, the first bombs fell

We were already bored

We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling again

The kids won’t be so hard

In my dreams we’re still screaming

Running through the yard

And all the walls that they built in the 70s finally fall

And all of the houses they built in the 70s finally fall

It meant nothing at all

It meant nothing at all

It meant nothing

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling into the night

I just can’t understand

How I want a daughter while I’m still young

I want to hold her hand

Show her some beauty

Before this damage is done

But if it’s too much to ask

If it’s too much to ask

Send me a son

Under the overpass

In the parking lot we’re still waiting

It’s already passed

So move your feet from hot pavement

And into the grass

Cause it’s already passed

It’s already already passed

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling again

 

I’m moving past the feeling

I’m moving past the feeling

In my dreams we’re still screaming

We’re still screaming

We’re still screaming

Pretty little liars

Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said
Cause two can keep a secret
If one of the m is dead…

Butterflys...

Suddenly i heard a lot of sounds. People were running, music was as loud as it could, two guys were fighting in the kitchen, but i heard it: His motorbike turned on and i knew that he had just gone out. Where could he go? To a place further than here, it was my first answer. Maybe he was thinking in me when he turned the street, he fell down the motorbike and it crushed him, maybe i had been his last thought, his last feeling, i don't know nothing, i only know that he will be my last thought, always in my heart.

Standing in the other side.

Volví a soñar con aquella puerta abierta en medio del desierto, con una cerradura dorada y un marco oscuro y desgastado. Un cuervo la sobrevolaba y se detenía rara vez a observar cómo mis pies desnudos se hundían en la arena. La lluvia caía fuertemente, pero el silencio era sepulcral, Cuando llegué a la puerta toque suavemente el manillar, coloque uno de mis pies al otro lado y esperé a que algo sucediera, pero todo continuó igual. Atravesé la puerta, pero seguía viendo el mismo desierto oscuro ante mis ojos. Miré a través de la puerta una y otra vez, cogí una piedra y la golpeé  hasta casi romperla. Caí agotada al suelo, sin fuerzas y me dormí bajo la lluvia.

Me desperté sobre las aguas de un lago, mi cuerpo, tendido sobre unas maderas astilladas, tiritaba de frió o de miedo. Nadé hasta la orilla más cercana y me senté a observar las nubes blancas y los jilgueros volando bajo ellas. 

Me sentía a gusto en aquel lugar, sobraban las palabras, los gestos, todo era perfecto, hasta que escuche el despertador sonando en el fondo del lago. Resplandecía, bajo hojas, peces, ramas... Sin poder controlar mi cuerpo, me lancé al agua y buceé hasta él, lo sujeté y me impulsé desde el fondo a la superficie. 

Respiré y me desperté tendida en mi cama.

Sometimes I can´t believe it