Separation - Part 2

"everything it's so... blurry...
so... red, and the sound...
it's gonna blow my head, and my eyes...
my eyes hurt, my neck hurt, my legs hurt, my arms...
I cant feel my arms... so blurry... my neck and my back...
and there's no pain...
no more... ahhhh, that's so sweet...
sweet, sweet...
that was the song... in that other car...
my... car... the song...
sweet... I still can hear it, yeah...
Dave sang it once... for me, before...
kiss...
my... grandma's neckacle...
stupid me...
the gem its... covered... by... blood...
my blood? gotta clean it...
my eyes hurt...
can't move my arms...
the blood it's... gonna stain it...
stupid, stupid me... ouch...
my eyes... my head hurts... again...
my... neckacle... can't see it's... yellow gem... now...
arghhh, my... eyes...
I'm falling asleep... no... can't...
that song again...
who?... no, no... me?... how...
my... grandma's... voice...
is real?... why I can't move my arms?...
of course... I'm here...
I should reach... my purse... my...
my mouth taste.... like blood...
and crystals... too much blood...
sleep...
thanks grandma... that's so sweet...
a visit?
so... sweet...
it's your gem?... no...
yes...
yes?...
it was your... gift...
so... sweet
my arms...
my eyes... can't close...
so blurry...
so red...
so...
peaceful..."

Motorcycle, motorcycle

Llaves...
Mochila, nada...

And this should be in another lenguage...

Como cuando ni te acuerdas de haber escrito esto

Las ocho menos veinte de la mañana, un martes cualquiera y como cualquier otro día de una semana normal, la fachada del almacén y taller de la "Ebanistería Super" no aparentaba nada fuera de lo común mas que ser uno de veinte  almacenes que venden muebles feos y mal hechos en esa misma calle, sin embargo en el segundo piso, el temido "Cartel de Cirilo" se hallaba reunido bajo ordenes de "El Parcerito", fue una de esas reuniones rapidas, pero productiva; ya estaba todo programado y resuelto a los diez minutos de haberse iniciado; el "Kevin" ni siquiera había llegado con el desayuno por estar coqueteandole a la mesera de la cafeteria de la esquina cuando ya todos los integrantes del cartel salieron hacia diferentes direcciones de la ciudad para llevar a cabo sus misiones, desde recoger dinero de prestamos, asustar a algunos dueños de locales comerciales, comprar y/o repartir ciertos insumos y mercancia hasta el secuestrar o matar a ciertos objetivos, eso ultimo era lo que pasaría durante todo el dia hoy porque "El Percerito" había amanecido de muy malas "pulgas" y el negocio no iba muy bien este mes, lo único que podría arreglarle el día seria su preciado desayuno; el "Kevin" sin embargo se había ganado la lotería esa mañana, o eso creía el; Valentina, la mesera de la esquina solo había ido a llevar una constancia de incapacidad de dos días por una falsa fiebre, lo que los amigos de colegio que se volvieron doctores hacen por una sonrisa picara... En fin, el "Kevin" iba a llegar a cuarta base, después de semanas de conquista, piropos y miradas insinuantes, sin embargo cuando ambos se subieron al taxi que los llevaría a un modesto motel en el centro de la ciudad, nuestro galán no se percato de haber dejado su teléfono celular en modo avión junto a la bolsa llena de croissants en una de las mesas de la cafeteria.

No excuse...

No words, no will, nothing to say or nothing to demostrate, and nothing to pursue this year. No one cares and I already noticed that, It's sad but tomorrow I will forget this anyway.

The same faces walk besides me every day, they come and go, same weather, same pollution, same news, same problems, same life, same desires. But what worry me today, tomorrow I will forget.

A shameful being I became, ten minutes of reacting memories and a lifetime to keep wasting, should I pretend another smile? should I pretend I'm ok this day? I guess I'm holding back myself for nothing because tomorrow I will forget this either way.

And this must be amusing or enraging for someone somewhere, I lost the track of the unfullfilled promises, the tangled lies and the broken dreams, but I learned to deal with that. This it's not drama, but it scared me today because I put my soul in thousands and thousands of words to someone who I must remember gently, but whom I forgot her face today... 

Sweet darling, you got the worst of my love...

Sorry, 'till tomorrow then.

Lies and news

"Believe me"
you said, and I didn't see your mask but neither you saw mine,
In spite your education, your morality roots, your promises...
in the end
you were everything and nothing to me, 
you were just a facade to be loved,
a light in the darkness because someone decided to close its eyes,
everything... was just whispers, nonesense words, nothing more.
Reality sucks, and we just stood there dreamin a life,
watching how another being, so desperated, so lonely, so eager
just falls
in the end.
What a companion in the end, a tool to kill the time, 
but honesty was always a choise
Fake illusions? nah...
Unposken words? nah...
a mistake in the end, another memorie for to hide, to forget.
Then what was real?
Our despair and solitude? 
Our hope?
maybe, but again neither a punishment or a prize, just a lesson,
in the end
maybe we were really ourselves from begining 'till the end,
'till the very end.
"I lied to you"