Fool

I couldn't found the moment to take the picture and i couldn't find the moment to said the right words....

Troubles

- Are you sick? Why do you take pictures of that?
- I’m not sick I just try to take a moment with my camera
- Surely you’re not sick, you’re mad
- Did you call me mad? You cannot safely say that if you don’t know me!
- Of course I know you, you are mine and you almost live for me.
- Ja! And you! Darling, call me mad! Did you hear yourself? I get out of here, I don’t want to fight with you!
- You don’t go anywhere! I just try to tell you that you’re wasting your time
- Darling I'm sick of spend my time with you, so, fuck off please.

Placebo
"Every You every Me"

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.
on the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Sucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.

Colirio rojo en mis ojos

ARRIBA ESTA EL INFIERNO

EXUDANDO LICOR

CON LOS PIES SOBRE LA TIERRA

Pics

El fantasma de un desconocido en la calle transitada

La prueba esta hay mírala!

Después de…

Drogas?, sangre?,

Again?

Senil de mis pensamientos como respiro sin aliento
Me siento a escribir y no se en lo que pienso
Apocado de mis sentimientos como niño enamorado
Trato de concentrarme pero solo te recuerdo
Resentido de mis ideas como borracho amargado
Escribo frases para borrar oraciones
Subordinado de mi vida como amanecer retrasado
Me limito a escribirlas sin corregir expresiones
Carente de entusiasmo como suicida indeciso
Redacto burdos párrafos sin sentido
Ingenuo de mis actos como loco errante
Rompo las líneas que escribí y decidido:
Escribirlas de nuevo para recordarte otra vez.

The Postal Service
“This Place is a Prison”

This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
And again

Ther're guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth
And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound,
But you are not permitted to leave

I know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen
In my living room late last night,
It was almost too bright to see
And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night
Pretending there's glamour and candelabra
When you're drinking by candlelight

What does it take to get a drink in this place?

What does it take, how long must i wait?