El Miedo importa

La sorpresa es maldita.
El ataque es constante.
No hay paciencia para devorar todos los demonios estremecidos por la luz que has dejado entrar.
Pensabas haber conquistado al ruido siniestro que ha cortado el cordel que te unía a los demás.
Algunos fenecen atrapados en su propio intento de escapar.
Te desgañitas poseído por las sombras exhaladas desde la frontera del jamás.
El miedo importa.
Libra y transforma.

Malviviendo

Cada quien sabe si le dolió o no.
Cada quien adora o rebasa por la derecha.
Cada quien se viste como quiere.
Cada quien odia a su sangre en silencio.
Cada quien tiene la rana que se merece.

La pasión y la muerte a todos les toca,
pero según cada quien, les llega una antes que otra o al mismo tiempo.

Verdugo Bromista

El error, tan sensual como un lunar bien puesto, fue lo que me cautivó.

Little Black Box

The future came with own fads and illnesses. It got here denying pasts that have died for the cause. So many false prophecies and this time, it was so different: it had arrived to stay. No other future would arrive. Never. The box took over the circles. The walls conquered reality.
You became me, but still I could miss you. Things faded into the dark quite quickly. Sounds were, once more, the beacon of evolution.

Anatomy of a Graffiti Can

All of us,
We should give it another try...

There will always be that wave.
There will always be that wave.

Builders of chaos,
Believers in thin air,
Come and try the new flavor,
Come wave goodbye to the savior...

'Cause we taste like the others,
We taste like the rest.
But those who now know this,
Can savor it best.

Never you forget,
No matter the language,
That thieves are begging for trust
&
There will always be that wave.

EL BRILLO + OSCURO

Era la muerte su única amiga;
La única que lo hacía crecer;
La única que le estropeaba el día.

Black Pillowcase

There was this infinite line of ribs. Scarce piano notes covered the footsteps of a rat, and all this time I kept realizing I had never been born. Someway I knew that this dream was only a lack of having lived. I just imagined this things from what I heard from souls on their way out. I looked down but my body wasn't there, so how can you wake up if you have no body? How can I know that right now we're not in this dream?

Honey that wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

He smirked. Without noticing he implied how much his clear blue eyes have seen.

Oh no, trust me, this wasn't a nightmare.