it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye.

it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.

it's funny how forever never seems to really last.

it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.

it's funny how ''friends'' can just leave you when you're down.

it's funny how when you need someone they're never around.

it's funny how people change and think they're so much better.

it's funny how many lies can be packed in one love letter.

it's funny how people forgive even though they can't forget.

it's funny how one night can contain so much regret.

it's funny how ironic life turns out to be.

but the funniest part of all, is that none of this is funny to me.

Chaito no mas.

La hueá bonita. Qué onda Nicanor Parra? Escribir y demases. Un poco de la mente hacia afuera. Los ojos dados vuelta. La rima innecesaria. Pese a las nauseas y los vergonzosos tiritones, eso de escribir siempre ha logrado tranquilizarme. Pausa de dos minutos. Me estanco. Sí, es verdad. Qué onda Nicanor Parra? Yo todvía no lo consigo porque si me da susto me arranco. Pausa de cuatro minutos. Me estanco. Vienen recuerdos antiguos de los diez y seis cuando todo era tan complicado. Y me acordé de ti po, era como inevitable. Eres el bichito pataleando patas arriba pataleando. Cosas que trae el aire. Cómo será allá? Hay visto a la Dani? Se llamaba ''Tú nunca vai a ver esto pero te extraño mucho'' y decía:

Siempre me acuerdo de cómo eran las cosas antes, cuando estabai con nosotros. Cuando todavía nos reíamos por tonteras o cuando nos juntabamos a hacer limonada y a reirnos de tu vecina, te acordai? teniai un perrito chiquitito que se llamaba Nuez y parecía de juguete. Ponías una cara extraña para ver las noticias y siempre te burlabas de mi risa. Me decías que me callara, que parecía de mentira. Es que acá todos somos de mentira, y en ese entonces también eramos todos de mentira, yo te imaginaba a ti y tú? me imaginabai a mi? Me parece como si fuese ayer, pero han pasado varios años desde la última vez que te pregunté cuántas de azúcar le queríai poner al café.

Ese es tu chaito no mas po.
Qué hueá Nicanor Parra y morirse y la conchelalora. Supierai como me tratan tus papás, jaja. Qué hueá Nicanor Parra y morirse y la conchelalora. Yo no.

confession

i've been fucked so many times, i wish i knew how making love is like.

i'm scared. i'm so scared. i'm scared to death. but i'm not letting it out this time. fear screws me up every time. i'm gonna keep my mouth shut, try not to avoid eye contact and try my best to resist to say everything i want to say until you say it to me first.
i always end up saying it first and i screw it. i won't do it this time. i'm gonna let the feeling cover me until i feel weak in the knees and cry every night and bite my tongue 'til it bleeds.





did you say it?
''i love you''
''you changed my life''
did you ever said it?
''i don't wanna live without you''
cause this is it. it could all be gone tomorrow.

first heartache of the season

don't hurt me, baby. please don't hurt me. if you do i'll run out of love for ever. so don't hurt me.

painting a lie seeing the colors but you seem closer to everything

bajo las nubecitas, parte dos de miles.

he left. again. he always leaves. and i'm always waiting. but he won't come back this time. he wastes my time, he makes me fall in love, he gives me guilt and he makes me fall out of love just to play me to fall back in. it's always about love. love songs, love tears, love stabbing me in the back, etc when it's actually quite simple. we found each other and we got off, or at least you did. i just got left hanging. i wish i had you around all the time. you don't even remember me. my friends keep saying i'm better off without you and that it's your loss. i don't necessarily see it that way. you're not around and i lost everything. EVERYTHING. it works for you, so eventually it will work for me too.


you're not even here and i'm still twisting to fit your mold.