jueves, 25 de febrero de 2010

The priest is dead, the girl is born

The sevilla university choir director
was my narrative teacher
I wish i could read a sheet as i read
the back of cereal boxes.

And i wish i could sing.

I'm scared, my great grand' died from troath cancer.
Maybe it's what i got.
I always thought that because we borned the same day
we will die the same day too.

Penumbra scare me too
i need to join glee club.

domingo, 14 de febrero de 2010

You wont say anything

But in my dreams
you say all that things that im fearing to hear from you.
i need to finish Pater Medina,
i need to run away from Gades.
And chirigotas.

miércoles, 10 de febrero de 2010

Take your life's worst week

Compress it,
like if it all happened in one day,
cover it with present paper,
and make yourself a gift,
when it doesn't mean nothing to you.
And you were able to pass trough it.