Under my rough amphibian skin, I’m still a prince. Sure I can give many kisses, but only a princess will break my spell.
Feb 232011
Dec 032010
con una cara tan dulce que la devoraban las hormigas
Oct 042010
and all that sweat, tears, blood, guts, prayers, music, kisses and hugs, resilience, long-distance calls, one more times, late nights, early mornings, being nice to people, running, loving, hating, running again, tripping, getting high, getting drunk, getting blue, getting aboard, wishing to die, being alive, never look back, turn around, stand up again, all that shit, what was it for? I just can’t fucking remember…
Aug 032009
Rice fields combed by wind,
green waves of quiet voices,
the river’s stiller
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Feb 262009
Mar 292008
todavia tu recuerdo flota como sonrisa sin su gato
Feb 222008
me acuesto con tu promesa de que cuando de nuevo te vea, estare vestido de primavera.
Feb 162008
Si
Yo
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