Because I wanted fourteen

Orange juice. Mornings make no sense without it. My throat aches with intensive pain. I just swallowed a enormous piece of bread. I run to the refrigerator and upset I cry loudly "Where is the orange juice?" My father will bring it. I am a child of XXIII that waits and waits and waits. I don't want a fire on my car... or a 38 on my shoulder. Guess which program I am watching? My orange juice has arrived :) I need to purge.

Abulo--

Pixar

Ahora 4:50pm

Hace tiempo no llovía asi. Tranquilo. Las gotas de un silencio mojado. Gotas que me unen a las ventanas y me transportan a un balcón de madera de otro siglo. Por ahora la indesición de ser, se esfuma y la tranquilidad me abarca. Las ganas de vivir me las recitan los truenos en versos y el viento me viste la piel de esperanza y sereno. Las palabras de una tristeza ajena me entretienen en un mundo suspendido y vivo con la esperanza de otros dias como este.

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Half blood Prince TRAILER

The ring

There were no suspects. Her death was sudden, random and unexpected. Her friends would have said that she was tired of living. The truth was she was tired of herself. I spent one of her last days with her. To me it was almost an ordinary day and now I know that to her it was not ordinary, and maybe special. Maybe I was special. She bought a ring for herself. In my opinion it was too shiny. She told me she liked to see how shiny things age. Later that day she said she liked to see her fingerprints on it. Whatever the reason, she was lying, I could tell. But why would she buy something if she knew her last big event was coming up?
They found her calm. She had makeup on and was nicely dressed. As if we were about to leave for a special occasion. I was in shock and my mind was blank. I forgot the clues she had suggested in our last day together. The day of the funeral, her mother gave me a necklace she wanted her to wear on her deathbed. She was too weak hearted to see her before the funeral. I went inside the room. It was quiet, cold but surprisingly not eerie. I thought myself to embrace the atmosphere so I could calmly approach her and put the necklace around her. Looking down on her, and breathing my last couple of breaths, I saw the ring. I took her hand and saw in her ring a large fingerprint.

And just as it was all about to make sense I felt a gush of my own blood falling down my neck. He had injured me fatally in both my armpits five minutes before I arrived to the room. The injury behind my ear was for me to realize I was equally dead as my friend and we had embraced our last "big event" with the same calmness and as unbiased as ever.

Blu

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Te amo beib

Dentro de un cuerpo

En una cueva muy hermosa y retirada, se escuchaban sus suspiros angostos. Despierto, los rayos en su piel le reflejan la luz a la luna y el color de su sombra permite que el río fluya. Pero el propósito de su vida es hibernar y mientras duerme, la tierra se encoje. Los sueños se vierten y es el sol, que con toda su energía, manda. El sol les extrae el pensamiento. Los entumece y poco a poco olvidan de la existencia de la cueva y su habitante. Se ensordecen y sus suspiros angostos se convierten en silencio. Perdidamente le extrañan y sin saberlo invaden su cueva y la dañan. Su esencia, fusionada con el silencio, vibra para escaparlo. Despierta sin verse, mientras destruyen su cueva. Su olvido es permanente, las generaciones soleadas de ignorancia lo han borrado.

En la nada llora y busca escaparse. Destruimos su casa y matamos la necesidad de su compañía. Sus huellas son imperceptibles y sus suspiros mueren en las olas del viento.

Choco

Sus bigotes de Goofy me avisan de la angustia por el ruido. Lo obvio es que me necesita. Que para eso sirven los latidos de mi corazón. Hoy no dormiremos ninguna de las dos. En mis brazos parece un cobito. En ellos crea su propio silencio y acurrucada permanece despierta para acompañarme. Su corazón se calma y asi me otorga lo imposible.


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Moi même

I hate time. I hate age. I hate not knowing. I hate the dark. I hate yellow fat. I hate how yellow screws it all up. I hate my ears. My hairs. I hate bad choice of music soundtracks. I hate the birds that eat my dog's food. I hate my acne. I hate the lizard that watches me bathe. I hate the cats that have cats and have cats that have cats and cats. I hate to forget.

I am the scarecrow.

Carpe Diem???

El torbellino que tenías adentro, en una cajita, había dos formas de eliminarlo. Una labor difícil, que requería de tu paciencia inmensa y tu gran corazón. Nunca sabremos qué fue lo que provocó la gran explosión. La prisión, la soledad, el destierro, el HAMBRE, las ganas de ser más hombre... nunca sabrás tu tampoco.
El torbellino te consume y te posee. Tu sangre se revuelca y formando coágulos te destroza el corazón. Seco y con hambre de vivir, te consumía tu cuerpo. Tu cerebro se volcó, y se comió tu remordimiento. Vagabundo, te sacias de residuos aun más hambrientos... te mastican. Los espíritus que te aconsejan son ya voces difuminadas en tus orejas. Vivir es lo que te queda, y así es como se muere.

Red

Red is the antidepressant.