Sometimes.

Sometimes you are alright,
sometimes you feel down,
sometimes you feel like screaming,
sometimes you feel good,
sometimes you feel alone,
sometiems you feel full,
sometimes you really need,
sometimes you want to do everything,
sometimes you don't want to do a thing,
sometimes you run,
sometimes your nose bleeds,
sometimes you want to talk,
sometimes you have nothing to say,
sometimes you just keep quiet.
Sometimes you don't want to.
Sometimes you have to.
Sometimes you don't care.
Sometimes you care too much.
Sometimes not enough.
Sometimes.

Sometimes is not sometimes, is always.

How about this?

Stuff from the past, stays in the past.

Today I'm Living.
and I'm aiming for the future.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow will tell.

A why question.

Why do I keep hearing my cellphone ring-message-tone in the middle of the night and when I look there is nothing on it...?

I do know why.
Someone knows my number, and I'm not talking about my cellphone.

Plus 4

It seems like everyone is running into ditches lately...
but at least you know there is someone out there you can always count on.

Stand Tall

I regret to regret,
what ifs do not exist, they just slap you in the face to show you where you at,
there are things that I'm not proud of, there are thigns that I consider highlights of my life... I don't regret nothing.
What's done is done, what's said it's been said,
and I am what I am, I'm not what I've been,
with ghost or no ghost, wings or no wings, light or no light,
I gave it all but I'm sure I can conjure a few more smiles.

...your forgetfulness calls me,
your silence awakens me,
your sight moves me,
your words challenge me,
your memory draws me to you.

A little motivation.

Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.

Art Linkletter

A thank you note.

Thank you for listening...
Thank you for the response...
Thank you for the feedback...
Thank you for the past...
Thank you for the insight...
Thank you for the support...
Thank you.

Plus 3

Don't feel much torment anymore, I just feel all battered up..

Chau número tres. By Mario Benedetti (Exception #2)

Chau número tres

Te dejo con tu vida
tu trabajo
tu gente
con tus puestas de sol
y tus amaneceres.

Sembrando tu confianza
te dejo junto al mundo
derrotando imposibles
segura sin seguro.

Te dejo frente al mar
descifrándote sola
sin mi pregunta a ciegas
sin mi respuesta rota.

Te dejo sin mis dudas
pobres y malheridas
sin mis inmadureces
sin mi veteranía.

Pero tampoco creas
a pie juntillas todo
no creas nunca creas
este falso abandono.

Estaré donde menos
lo esperes
por ejemplo
en un árbol añoso
de oscuros cabeceos.

Estaré en un lejano
horizonte sin horas
en la huella del tacto
en tu sombra y mi sombra.

Estaré repartido
en cuatro o cinco pibes
de esos que vos mirás
y enseguida te siguen.

Y ojalá pueda estar
de tu sueño en la red
esperando tus ojos
y mirándote.

Hagamos un trato. By Mario Benedetti (Exception #1)

Hagamos un trato

Cuando sientas tu herida sangrar
cuando sientas tu voz sollozar
cuenta conmigo.

(de una canción de Carlos Puebla)

Compañera,
usted sabe
que puede contar conmigo,
no hasta dos ni hasta diez
sino contar conmigo.

Si algunas veces
advierte
que la miro a los ojos,
y una veta de amor
reconoce en los míos,
no alerte sus fusiles
ni piense que deliro;
a pesar de la veta,
o tal vez porque existe,
usted puede contar
conmigo.

Si otras veces
me encuentra
huraño sin motivo,
no piense que es flojera
igual puede contar conmigo.

Pero hagamos un trato:
yo quisiera contar con usted,
es tan lindo
saber que usted existe,
uno se siente vivo;
y cuando digo esto
quiero decir contar
aunque sea hasta dos,
aunque sea hasta cinco.

No ya para que acuda
presurosa en mi auxilio,
sino para saber
a ciencia cierta
que usted sabe que puede
contar conmigo.

Plus 2

I need a new motto....

So... Carnator's stone huh?

I found out what it the biggest stone of them all...

...I like the sound that the chain
makes as it looses it's grip
on me and makes a splash on the dusty groud.

Lurk...

A ghost...
it's there...
but the real question is...
Is it haunting you or
is it that you want to have it around?
I've just found out or I've always known that,
that type of shit doesn't do anybody any good...
and I'm so desperate to let go,
but unfortunately you can't just carve
a hole in you...

...because this thing that lurks
is a bunch of mist and smoke...
now, where is the wind when you need it?

A Request.

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from 5 to 148...
148-5=143...
+1

Burn it, burn it to the ground...

I played with broken pieces of the past,
but I had enough..
Burn the pieces.. one by one...
because I don't want to leave anything
tying me down again...

I had no idea I had so much
shit hanging on to me...