viernes, 3 de diciembre de 2010

jueves, 11 de noviembre de 2010

sábado, 11 de septiembre de 2010

martes, 27 de julio de 2010

la pieza



a la nada le escribo y nada digo

miércoles, 7 de julio de 2010

para el Facu (L)


peonias



Duality


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Let´s go release, you hold the key
time we evaporate into the breeze
We arw nothing, we are something
Let´s go release, you hold the key
Welcome to the desert of my soul
you can stay if you like.
Theres room for one more
Tehre´s room for one more

martes, 22 de junio de 2010

pocket knife

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Please don't make my wedding dress
I'm too young to marry yet
Can you see my pocket knife?
You can't make me be a wife

How the world just turns & turns
How does anybody learn?
Mummy, put your needle down
How did you feel when you were young?
Cos I feel like I've just been born
Even though I'm getting on

How the world slips by so fast
How does anybody last?

As the world keeps coming
And the bees keep humming
And I'll keep running

Flowers I can do without
I don't wanna be tied down
White material will stain
My pocket knife's gotta shiny blade

I'm not trying to cause a fuss
I just wanna make my own fuck-ups
I'm not trying to break your heart
I'm just trying not to fall apart

casas tomadas


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.Welcome to the desert of my soul, you can come if you like theres room for one more

Nuevo Tattoo


Mexicana, Calavera



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Sin ver ,sin ser, sin sentir miedo

My Room


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"When will I realiza this skin Im in, hey! it isnt mine"

Cogollos (L)


Siquiman

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in this maze you can loose yourself

lunes, 7 de junio de 2010

chinita?


me





Please don't make my wedding dress

I'm too young to marry yet

Can you see my pocket knife?

You can't make me be a wife


How the world just turns & turns

How does anybody learn?


Mummy, put your needle down

How did you feel when you were young?

Cos I feel like I've just been born

Even though I'm getting on


How the world slips by so fast

How does anybody last?


As the world keeps coming

And the bees keep humming

And I'll keep running


Flowers I can do without

I don't wanna be tied down

White material will stain

My pocket knife's gotta shiny blade


I'm not trying to cause a fuss

I just wanna make my own fuck-ups

I'm not trying to break your heart

I'm just trying not to fall apart

viernes, 2 de abril de 2010

Bokeh

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.Ya lo estoy queriendo
ya me estoy volviendo canción
barro tal vez....
Y es que esta es mi corteza
donde el hacha golpeará
donde el río secará para callar.

martes, 30 de marzo de 2010