They say that someday That one day I will be someone's wife I will cradle a living being in my arms And then I'll tell him every night "Dream with Angels" That I will explode with so much tenderness

"You have a sad look" I told my mirror I don't have the look I don't have a look I do not have any However I rest my head on my pillow And sadness crushes me. It's as cold as it is lonely I would

I'm tired of looking for happiness Of plucking white flowers Where I only find sacks of meat Immobile I'm alone here looking for affection. I'm tired of looking for purity Where there is not With this

I just found a folder with a photos of these cuties!!!

And that makes me sad Know what a dress could be, long and pompous But instead I am an empty black sack Full of loneliness and misery I haven't learned anything, I I only cling to imaginary beings Creation

Silence runs through the walls a cold sun Alone in this room Memories appear Your voice is present and I shatter The fragments on the ground That's when my mother comes in and She starts putting them together

This was when i travelled to Buenos Aires. Hope you like it!

Tell me something Can't you feel her? I mean her being You don't feel her strength, Her power? The energy, leaving her body When she passes by you? Because I do... I feel it from where I am I can feel

Fleur of liz, a stake in my memory Like an ancient blunt sword Dad came up with Many vulgar words While he held his blue thermos In one hand And a beer in the other I'm sinking more and more I am an aquatic

This was in my baptism....about 20 years ago.

I found this butterfly, a long time ago.

My nephew an his dog.

I do not want to see you I don't want to listen to you Between dreams I make sure to run so far As I can So your voice doesn't reach me. While I'm awake I swing Between the thorns of pain I am The waning

For about 5 years...I have been in love with a person. During all that time I have written her about 30 handmade letters. It means a lot to both of us. I wish that person hadn't thrown them away, because

If it's not broken I don't want it. If it's lived I don't want it. I do not want it, Suffered and in pain reaches my feet. Crawling. Write words on the wall, silenced by my mouth. I created an animal that

I can't say that I had a good relationship with my grandfather... nor that he was a good person. But before he died, he taught me that we all make mistakes and we are human. He taught me to forgive, which

When you wake up, I writhe in my bed. When you laugh, I cry If you have a smile, I have an unpleasant grimace. When you drink tea, I take two or three pills. You close your eyes, you see white doves. If

I am, To whom they did not sing happy birthday. The one who was born without anyone, in the waiting room. Eternally in love with the impossible. Dry as an autumn leaf, and bitter like a cheap wine. Step

My cat really likes the sun.

In Argentina we love drinking Mate. It's like a tradition.