She just toasted my bread

http://grooveshark.com/s/Burial+At+Sea/1TLpAG?src=5

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 17:11:52 -0600

http://grooveshark.com/s/Burial+At+Sea/1TLpAG?src=5:

Don’t you play post-rock to me.

just kille(d) me

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 16:00:01 -0600

Hay tanto egoísmo.

Futuro epígrafe

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 13:36:38 -0600

“Never before have I been so aware of the rift between thinking and writing. For the past few days, in fact, I have begun to feel that the story I am trying to tell is somehow incompatible with language, that the degree to which it resists language is an exact measure of how closely I have come to saying something important, and that when the moment arrives for me to say the one truly important thing (assuming it exists), I will not be able to say it.” (P.A.)

“Wandering through the house today, without purpose, depressed, feeling that I have begun to...

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 13:24:00 -0600

“Wandering through the house today, without purpose, depressed, feeling that I have begun to lose touch with what I am writing, I chanced upon these words from a letter by Van Gogh: “Like everyone else, I feel the need of family and friendship, affection and friendly intercourse. I am not made of stone or iron, like a hydrant or a lamp-post.”
Perhaps this is what really counts: to arrive at the core of human feeling, in spite of the evidence.”

-The Invention of Solitude, Paul Auster.

RR

Thu, 23 May 2013 16:41:00 -0600

you break my heart
with your soft fair skin
those childish eyes
-crazy eyes at times-
and the change in your shower choices
for me.

that album you posted
that I knew was addressed to me

a last letter

wet wet eyes
on my shirt
the sound of sobbing
in my mind

a last hug
squeezed in the back seat of a car

and finally memories
lots of memories.

Para mí la vida se ve así.

Thu, 23 May 2013 00:48:00 -0600

Para mí la vida se ve así.

You’ve always been in love with an idea. Never a person. The idea of you and someone. You and...

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:20:15 -0600

You’ve always been in love with an idea. Never a person. The idea of you and someone. You and her. Sometime later you and me. We both just came in to fill a blank. We were never subject matter. We were never substance. Just space. The idea of love. You never get close because it never feels quite right. Even if your heart races just by kissing her and you lose your breath. You were never aware. You just watched her go. Get on a plane trying to wave goodbye as you unexpressively looked at her as if you’d never had her in your bed, or slept in hers. Death is in your eyes in this moment. Her death in you. Yours in her. C’est fini.

-H.M.

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:53:12 -0600

-H.M.

I'm a fortress

Tue, 21 May 2013 12:03:54 -0600

I was so in love with you
my little Japanese-eyed boy.
It just seems sad now.
Like a waste.
Like pouring down milk for a cat
that isn’t around.
Like trying to hug a reflection
on a window.

But all things must pass,
and as I reassembled my heart
it inevitably became hermetic,
impenetrable.

Finally
I don’t ever feel anything
anymore.

Photo

Sat, 11 May 2013 16:19:54 -0600

I should tell youthat I love you madlybut i’m not madly in love.

Mon, 06 May 2013 07:55:16 -0600

I should tell you

that I love you madly

but i’m not madly in love.

L’hiver se refusait de partir

Sat, 04 May 2013 15:35:11 -0600

L’hiver se refusait de partir

I guess thatas a rule of thumbi just don’t like people.

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 15:14:34 -0600

I guess that
as a rule of thumb
i just don’t like people.

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 14:17:44 -0600

mis amigos.

“Low is next”. Ese habría sido el show de mi vida....

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 14:01:52 -0600

“Low is next”. Ese habría sido el show de mi vida. Lástima que tenía 5 años.

If I diedwhat would be left of mewould bea few boxes of booksthe...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 12:12:00 -0600

If I died
what would be left
of me
would be
a few boxes of books
the clothes
in my closet
and the dirty
dishes.

The cat
is its own
and my body
belongs
to the worms.

Fleur Jaeggy

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 22:08:45 -0600

Fleur Jaeggy

#hot

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 10:36:29 -0600

#hot

Photo

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 23:45:56 -0600

Despedidas (I)

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 22:55:30 -0600

Son 20 los pasos
desde el segundo portón
hasta la puerta de mi casa.
No prendo la luz
porque aún quedan
brasas del sol de la tarde
y me sé el trayecto de memoria.

Es inevitable preguntarse
si él también quedó con esta sensación,
esta alegría triste.
El sentimiento de abandono
y cariño
hacia una persona que se volverá a ver
poco o nunca.

La amistad fallida
a causa del exceso.
Exceso parcial,
involuntario.

A punto de dejar
todo lo que me rodea
me pregunto
allá, ¿quién me espera?

She just toasted my bread

http://grooveshark.com/s/Burial+At+Sea/1TLpAG?src=5

just kille(d) me

Futuro epígrafe

“Wandering through the house today, without purpose, depressed, feeling that I have begun to...

RR

Para mí la vida se ve así.

You’ve always been in love with an idea. Never a person. The idea of you and someone. You and...

-H.M.

I'm a fortress

Photo

I should tell youthat I love you madlybut i’m not madly in love.

L’hiver se refusait de partir

I guess thatas a rule of thumbi just don’t like people.

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 14:17:44 -0600 mis amigos.

“Low is next”. Ese habría sido el show de mi vida....

If I diedwhat would be left of mewould bea few boxes of booksthe...

Fleur Jaeggy

#hot

Photo

Despedidas (I)

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 14:17:44 -0600

mis amigos.