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La honestidad tiene que llevar empatía. A cierto grado, siempre. Sino es crueldad.
Y la crueldad es como un veneno que lastima y que arde.
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Es lunes
Mi cerebro se siente como si estuviera en el medio de un tornado. Quisiera poder salirme de el y estar bien, no pensar en las cosas que me aquejan y me hacen sentir triste. No sentirme triste por ningún motivo pero que se que si un psicólogo me escuchara podría decirme que tiene un transfondo profundo.Me siento en conflicto con mi mente, cuando duermo me siento mejor. Pero a las horas de haber…
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La Granada.
Cuando menos lo esperaba, todo quedo en silencio. A su alrededor se escuchaban leves respiraciones. Con la poca adrenalina que quedaba recorriendo por sus anaranjadas venas, analizó la situación. Eran varios contra uno, no se necesitaba ser un genio para saber qué tenia mucha desventaja, pero no era imposible ganar. Solo necesitaba una distracción… y de repente. “Ríndete ya Naranja, estás…
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New years confessions
To feel good, when I was growing up felt like a normal thing. As I got older, my life gave me times where I was good in some things but punched me and made my life a mess in others.New year somehow felt like that, I felt melancholic, and deep down scared of what the next year brings to me. During these days that follow the 26th I have been feeling like my soul has been getting drawn to a state…
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Todos alaban a los buenos perdedores, todos hablan bien de quien le da la mano al contrincante que le ganó. Pero eso no era lo que él quería hacer. Él queria venganza. Por eso, metódicamente citó a su contrincante “El mejor del mundo” en un terreno en el que ninguno de los dos tenía un título así. Y así es que lideró una batalla a golpes y puños que llevó al final del campeón del mundo.Cuando el…
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Lottery ticket.
Depression has taken some good things I see in me. It’s hard to accept that inside of you, something it’s keeping things from you. It started being sad, feeling angst for no reason, to stop me from listening music as often as I did, from taking photos as I loved, from studying and even from…writing.I know, I am writing now, but today when I woke up I had the first line in my head. I want to do…
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1. El primer encuentro
Conocí a Jorge “El mono” cuando realice un viaje al interior de un bosque en un país del cuál, no recuerdo el nombre. Lo encontré sentado en un tronco, de un árbol a medio morir, cuyas hojas estaban decoloradas y ramas desparramadas por todo el lugar.De lejos, se veía sombrío, como pensativo y un poco deprimido. Sé reconocer esos gestos, es algo intuitivo. Cuando sus ojos toparon con los míos,…
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Loving him felt homely. As the embodiment of what an autumn evening was like. Exactly at the point when the leaves are changing their colors, and the wind feels somehow mixed between cold, but with a bit of sun on it. Refreshing and with a hold of the spirit that keeps my heart warm.Being with him is as fulfilling as the feeling of warmth when the weather drops dead cold. And after a life of…
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I have related to sad love songs for so long that not doing it anymore has been one of the most scary things I have done. Yet one of the bravest things as well.
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Very random thoughts for an evening
Blame the media, the society or whatever you wish to blame one. But one of the truths I have seen is, that we like the idea of love, yet we fail to realize that it’s actually very different.
For starters, to claiming that we are in fact in love can be a bit pretentious. It’s human to admit, we have strong feelings and sometimes those ones lead us to be confused on what we are really…
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To whom may concern.
To the long lasting love, whom I have yet to meet in other form, and whom my heart long for, as the night drops by and only my thoughts sound in the middle of this quiet time, to say I want to meet you soon would be obvious, obvious as that I breath, so obvious as that you sleep, obvious as that the world keeps spinning around, unaware of my feelings.
That sometimes make me feel guilty for…
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To whom may concern.
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Is it romantic how
The breathe that comes out, dissolves into all of our hopes and prayers. And the warm city, where the heat seems to hide under its citizens skin, can't warm me enough
The Lakes District, England
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones These hunters with cell phones
Skies that similarities look like a big cloud, overstep in our heads. These cities have hurt their souls, althrought we don’t live in the same continent, we do live ruled under the same sky.
The hatred that live in here, fed by the people that…
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Wintery Summer
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[Intro]
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdf1goONNZI.
[Verse]
He,
He makes my cold mornings
feel like evenings in
summer time
Caressing my soul
soft and firm
Makes me wanna believe
the things he says
from time to time
[Chorus]
I spent hopeless looking around
Heavenly brought to me
He made me believe
And I, I, I
[Verse 2]
Soft Black brown eyes,
Tell me the truths that
I…
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It's been a while
It’s been a while
I debated alot how to start this post. It’s been a year since I have been away from here. But that is if we don’t count the amounts of time I opened a new post to publish but ended up not finishing it. Or the amount of stories plots I have in my notebook sitting at home.
Thing is I took a year for me but never expected anything from what happened this year. I can say more than anything my eyes…
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The smell of this old yet new house filled my nose. As if it has been waiting for the arrival of someone external to be in. As if it was waiting for me, but the thing is I wasn’t waiting for it.
I have never been here, more than in mere dreams I have with him. Like that time we visited Italy, or little Italy as him liked to call it.
The hallway was covered with the sunny light that was starting…
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