today is the first day.

"tu vida es un perpetuo compromiso entre una aficion a la revuelta y a la anarquia en el fondo muy modesta, y tus tendencias profundas que te llevan hacia el orden, la salud moral y casi diria la rutina"

i wish you would sign on to aim, and that i could pull you from there and have you here.

i miss "azul 79"...

the more the nails scratched the skin, the stronger the itch became. the nazca lines covering the surface seemed to have been magically burned from within, but we both knew the credit was all ours. it had been our work of art ( Read more... )

i walk over and over again towards the counter in the back, that's where the honey is kept. i take a sip, letting it play over my lips. it really doesn't compare to you, i know, but it's a start. the alcohol, the honey and these songs, just cheap attempts to recreate the physical effects my body undergoes while listening to you. i feel it ( Read more... )

the task was divided between just the two of us. i helped him clean the gun, then walked to my post without wasting any more time. "the time had come" it seemed, it was right, whatever that might mean. while i waited for him to be ready, he watched me, waiting patiently for my comand. the order from my lips came, and his response didn't come one ( Read more... )

i'm doing the radio show....i just got a phone call from "elias" saying i'm doing a good job and he'll be tuned in ( Read more... )

again with the same urges, those of spilling dark drinks on their light colored and neatly ironed dress shirts. i crave a mess, a dark, heavily stained mess. i crave a little disorder. i want a hair out of place, a blotch in my papers, a typo in those darn perfect letters ( Read more... )

i wonder if i shouldn't better be in one of those indian films where they all break into the same dance with every song. everything feels so far away right now, even the car ride.

the color waves that yesterday i felt, have left today.