~: febrero 2012

AN IDEA IS LIKE AND AFFAIR OF THE HEART

It comes to you when you least expect it. You feel it for a second, then it disappears. And later it's back. Flooding your thoughts. Keeping you awake at night.

You're distracted. It tauns you. You want it. You fight it. Things get heated. What at first seemed simple is suddenly
complex.

You keep fighting. You break through. You have to try a little harder. It's all consuming.
It's blood.
It's sweat. It's tears.
And you get what you came for. Time passes and you move on, occasionally and nostalgically, remembering only the ease of it all. The beauty of exploration. Of falling in and out of something that, in it's own way, changed evertything, even if it was in the smallest of ways,
forever.

Britt
McCamey

miércoles, febrero 8

Donde duele inspira

Voy a estar siempre para vos, depende de vos para que..
te quiero, siempre, sabé, sabé, SABÉ!
llevate todo pero por favor no dejes de invitarme a fumar.
Cuando quieras pateamos,
cuando quieras ladramos,
cuando quieras nos damos,
cuando quieras viajamos..
Niño skate como me gusta verte reir,
yo se que es mi impotencia, es mi cabeza, pero..
voy a intentar no pretender,
no pretender!
..y aún así estar.
Cachorro, cachorro, cachorro, guaffff, cachorro ayyyyyyyyyy surfeá las calles conmigo, dale
no voy a esperar, simplemente voy a estar pero invitame a fumar.