like the angels sing.

Happiness is waking up at 7 o'clock and hearing how the wind hits your window. Autumn breeze.

un juego de niños.

I LOVE MONDAY MORNINGS. Even when my neighbour's dog is barking way too early, even when I'm the one sending Good mornings, even when the people seem exhausted and unwilling. I love how this new day smells, I love the fact that we are about to begin a new week with new challenges. I love when I've been sad and suddenly there's light at the end of the tunnel. I love Monday mornings, Mondays, Monday evenings. I love how October slowly turns into November, and it still feels like Summer - sort of. The list of things that we have to do is too long, but it doesn't matter since it's Monday and we have the entire week to complete them must-do's.
I want to laugh. To gain abdominals and to tell everyone that life is brilliant on a Monday morning.

heartfelt lies.

Los celos.
Where is your dignity?
Los celos son malos, poco necesarios, sin valor económico, cero empatía
Me acuesto al lado suyo como si fuera mía
Le secuestro, un mordisco, las esposas
Mía. Atrapado.
Desde los ojos marrones hasta las puntas de los pies, qué tentador el cuerpo humano
Son viajes eternas, a Barcelona, a lo largo de la columna vertebral, al hotel madrileño
Los pedacitos de él y la fuerza, o el esfuerzo igualmente y las caídas que no duelen
Me tienen loca
Descubrir que al despertar siempre ganamos
You can't tame something that wild
Un sacrificio a las 7 de la mañana, no hay culpables, las verdades son malas
Fingir que nadie esté quemado en este juego
The innocence that fell from you,
Y si importa, es
A tí (la respuesta a la pregunta QUÉ QUIERES)

el corazón se me sale por la boca.

you will never be.

Enciende las luces, cada uno de nosotros sabe que la oscuridad nos mata.
Pim.pam. y muerto.

Constantemente lo pienso, porque mi mente no reconoce mentiras
No reconoce sintomas
No reconoce ni lucros ni sanciones

Es temprano y tu bebé me llora su hambre
NO LE DAS NADA DE COMER
Pim.pam. y muerto.

Te contradices cuando me achuchas
Tú eres la vela en la mesita, pero la oscuridad me mata.

you lied your way to heartbreak.

Wednesday.
I'm wounded
Not a defence force, not a peacekeeper
I'm a fighter, offended, offensive, hurt, it's cold as in Lapland and my brigade is getting tired.

The scars from the past remain, slowly _but so slowly I can hardly notice_fading away
The memories
The letters they wrote to keep me alive, distracted, away from the scent of pollution in this town's air.
I'm at crossroads. Left right left right. The commander says ten miles forward, but I can't progress.
Muscle pain.
Eating disorder.

As the night approaches, I'll explain how this ends
Because right now, I'm just waiting for your Good morning.

i'm mr brightside.

loser.loser.loser

Never give up.
Never give up.
Today is a good day to start.
Never give up.
You can do it.

animal i have become.

ahora veo que tu amor no era amor.