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Vacío. [Apr. 27th, 2008|11:37 pm]
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Las autopistas serìan como un mar y uno andaria en barquitos de papel con un señor bigotudo que cante, cante y cante. Habrian muchas cosas de espuma. Las mesas serìan de espuma. Debajo de mi casa habria una pasteleria. Mi casa sería una pasteleria. Yo sería un pastelito. Un ponquecito mejor, con merenque rosa y pepitas de colores encima.

Habrìa sol con briza siempre y muchos pinos y muchisimas flores, las paredes serìan de enredaderas. Los ranchitos serìan de naranja y cuando llueve se deslizan por un tobogan gigante. Al final del tobogan habría espuma. Los niños se reirian siempre, las caries no existirian.

Se podrìa vivir en casitas de cobijas. Las cabinas de tomarse fotos tendrían una puerta al lado derecho por el que los enamorados pueden entrar a un lugar que se imaginen. En esas fotos nunca nadie sale mal. Si la gente se besa salen gratis. No existiría nunca una cabina vacia.

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[Apr. 27th, 2008|12:49 pm]
... Esto no es necesariamente una actitud voluntaria por parte de la persona, sino más bien algo resultante o concomitante de la naturaleza de los conglomerados sociales. El anonimato y el desconocimiento de las otras personas puede observarse especialmente en las manifestaciones, en las concentraciones y en los desfiles, donde apenas se oye la voz del individuo o donde éste no tiene interés en hacerse oír.
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[Apr. 23rd, 2008|08:48 pm]

Iba a escribir una cosa pero no la terminè.
 

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[Apr. 6th, 2008|09:43 pm]

Por las mañanas me levanto, me visto y salgo (aún de noche). A veces tomo una rebanada de pan, o una arepa con queso y mantequilla. Me siento en un puesto de autobús, procuro no tener nadie obeso al lado o no podré dormir. Abrazo las columnas y veo los árboles en el camino a mi salon. Canto o hablo. Otra vez me siento, al lado de mi hay gramita y eso es bueno. Duermo, hago dibujitos, me rio, escucho música, bailo, hablo y luego salgo de clases. Me quedo en la universidad un rato decidiendo como voy a hacer las cosas del día. 

Bueno, voy a hacer mi tarea.

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[Apr. 3rd, 2008|11:39 am]

Tengo demasiado tiempo sin escuchar un boom boom ajeno. Tengo demasiado tiempo sin escuchar el mio por otra persona, un verdadero boom boom.

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Slideshow: [Apr. 1st, 2008|10:45 am]

Foto 1: Yo estoy con mi hermana, mis papas estan en alguna parte, estamos en un lugar grande, saludo a varias personas incluyendo a luis, pasa él y no me saluda.

Foto 2: El me dice que va a estar conmigo después de estar con una chama que se llama Patricia, esa chama es la novia de Victor, creo que la chama vive en Europa también. Yo te digo: "tu conoces a Victor"

Foto 3: Estoy sentada en unos cojines frente a un televisor, hay otras cuatro personas. El cuarto es muy pequeño. En el televisor pasan una tipa bailando danza arabe. Llega él. Me toma por el brazo.

Foto 4: (autocensura) El piso es de hielo. La unica luz es de algo que parece fuego. 

Foto 5: Yo paso al balcon del cuarto para vestirme. Desde el balcon veo a dos amigos en una montaña o mas bien un cerro que esta un poco lejos, arriba del cerro/montaña hay un parquecito con muchos columpios de colores. Es de noche, pero a ellos los ilumina una luz naranja. Estan hablando y parece que estan jugando a algo tambien. Ella se echa para un lado, a veces se juntan. Luego hay voces, otra gente, no se donde. Mi abuela dice: "gorda, vas dañar las puertas no puedes pasar el seguro" Salgo del balcon, ya es de día.

Foto 6: En una cama alta esta una muchacha, sobre la muchacha hay un mosquitero. Un señor que parece un sirviente le dice algo de la cama. Yo envidio a esa muchacha.

(creo que se puede sustituir foto con escena) 

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Snapshot: [Mar. 30th, 2008|03:59 am]

Abrazando las columnas. Feliz finalmente.

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[Mar. 26th, 2008|01:37 am]

 Quelquefois je ne veux pas être moi-même. Ici, maintenant, ça n'est pas le problème. Le problème c'est moi-même. Personne ne peut pas comprendre.

Cette n'est pas ma "rédaction préparée". La rédaction probablement sera d'une chose plus belle, plus heureux. Mais je sais que je ne suis pas heureuse. Ma vie est encore plus médiocre que la vie des personnes que je déteste.

Tais-toi !

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[Mar. 24th, 2008|01:16 am]

arañar la grama
hasta tener tierra
en las uñas.

meterse
con un carrito
debajo
de un carro.

conversaciones
en idiomas
foraneos, 
q: i wonder 
if she 
knows
how much
she rocks 
my boat.

a: she will never know
the answer
will remain silent.

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[Mar. 8th, 2008|02:36 am]

Soy idiota. No quiero dejar de ser idiota. No debo dejar de ser idiota. No voy a dejar de ser idiota.

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[Mar. 7th, 2008|03:28 pm]
This song reminds me of you. It reminds me how fragil and week you are. It also reminds me how much of that ends up being the reason youre so lonely. You are never alone. People loves you. You are just selfish and stupid. Its never enough. Its not like "you will be loved by someone good" You are loved. You are just to stupid to realize that.

Every pathetic guy or girl singing like if it was just about to cry reminds me of you. Middle class depressive bastard.

Have you heard those songs?
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[Mar. 2nd, 2008|02:11 am]


(I think it's going to happen really soon. I hope its good.)
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|11:40 pm]

A veces no se que me harìa feliz.

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[Feb. 24th, 2008|04:38 am]
I wrote a little bit last night. I can't remember what, I just know it felt exciting.
I ate weird things today, I felt like I couldnt understand the flavors.
I can't believe is this late. It's been a long time since the last time I went to bed late and felt ok. I had fun tonight and I don't have that feeling of "I am wasting something".
I miss naps. Naps make me have great dreams. I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. Did I told you about the times I experienced with my sleeping. I really had weird dreams. There are so many things someone can do without drugs that... ok, I am not going to go there right now, the thing is, the way you sleep really affects your dreams and I would like to have a great dream. To wake up with a smile on my face.
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Loose ends. [Feb. 19th, 2008|12:49 am]

 I really don't like a lot of people I used to hang out with. All the time I spent, with those people or thinking about those people its time of my life I've wasted. I don't wan't to feel isolated but the effect that awful people had in me is not something I like. I don't like when people make me feel like... I don't know, like most of women feel when they go through the pages of womens magazines. Like they are just not good enough. Like there is something better happening somewhere else. Like if theres actually something good and something bad (about who you really are). Your clothes are not enough, you weight too much, you have too little of this, too much of that. You're not smart enough. You are not crazy enough, you are too crazy.  Everything you do its judged in a stupid way. 

Im not a hater. I think hate is a feeling, is a strong feeling and im not afraid of it. I just think it destroys, never creates and even if something is created with hate then that thing will have a strong negative feeling and I don't think thats healthy. 

I think I don't hate you anymore I just want all vice away from me. I just want to do everything I can do to feel better, to be better, to feel hole. 

Being around people who can't and won't love it's just not enough. 

Sometimes I get scared, I feel I am going to be so lonely, I feel like I can't have new links with anyone. I've always felt that way. Well, not always, I mean, I was really little when I started to feel afraid of being lonely. Not doing things on my own. Being lonely. Like those people (this is such a strong fear, I start to think and I just want to hide, to cover my head so I stop thinking about it) who go to work, come back home, eat some freezed thing, go to bed and then go to work, and never ever feel anything but emptyness. Fuck! I need to believe in something, being able to feel safe.

I think this isnt going through my mind too much lately. I've been so busy, so out of my body. I think this is the reason why I never fought that. It is scary to think about my feelings, to think about myself and see all those loose ends.

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Cuando sea grande quiero estar enamorada. [Feb. 17th, 2008|08:18 pm]


<3

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They closed up a library. [Feb. 12th, 2008|05:42 pm]
 The government closed up a library because they did'nt want to put political propaganda. INSIDE of the library. INSIDE, on the walls of the library... librarys are not supposed to have any kind of imagery ON THE WALLS right in front of you. FUCKING BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING.  
I can understand if there are no eggs, milk, flour nor sugar, ok, i can live without those things and ok there are reasons and whatever but A LIBRARY!!! You just can't have an explanation for that. That really got me. Nothing good starts by closing up libraries. That library is actually a catholic library and they don't have religious images on the walls. That library has been there for 40 years. 
I know, I know it may sound stupid to just care about those things when they affect me, but I just don't want to be unhappy. I don't want to live here complaining. Now I know there's no way. I just can't live here. I just can't go through life accepting this type of things.
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|12:33 am]


There are 10 baguettes and only a half empty/full bottle of water in my house. I thought you should know.
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|09:58 pm]

SOYFELIZ!

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[Feb. 6th, 2008|03:46 am]
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 Nada esta por encima ni por debajo de mi. 

Shame, what a weird feeling. We must fight it. Let's find each other. We'll play games.
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