Thursday, April 24, 2008

femaco

la falta de creencia de la realidad , genera un estado fantasmal en la misma ,

no me odies

inevitable

la juventud destruye a aquellos , que la piensan como eterna

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

me recuerda tantas cosas

"Campus"
I wake up
My shoulder's cold
I've got to leave here
Before I go
I pull my shirt on
Walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor
I pull my shirt on
Walk out the door
Drag my feet along the floor
Then I see you
You're walking cross the campus
Cruel professor
Studying romances
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
Walk to classIn front of ya
Spilled kefir
On your keffiyah
You look inside
And turn to the door
Drag your feet along the floor
Then I see youYou're walking cross the campus
Cruel professor
Studying romances
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
In the afternoon
You're out on the stone and grass
And I'm sleeping on the balcony
After class