(Your) Hips don't lie

Yesterday, I dreamt with you again, not with your face nor your hair, i dreamt with your Hips¡¡¡¡¡¡.....strange haa, when I tell you that your hips are my lossenes i`m not kidding.

I was standing there in front of you, you were naked, smiled me, touching your hips with your fingers.... you saw me, with that kinky smile and told me: "you know that I`m yours, you know it, right darling".

I saw you, smiled you and told you: "Yeah, I know it baby"....and then(as usual or almost always) you seduce me and we make love........I shoul say baby, yhat your Hips never lie to me.

I love you...g

Why does it always rain on me?

It is a kind of strange......lately, everytime that I go out from a plce or I have to go to somewhere......It starts to rain.....it is not only as a fact of, it is also in my general life.

I've always been thinking that the circunstances make you do stupid things or taking bad desitions....bbut well, is better to take a desition than not taking it and then regret for that.

Hiding......

Just as a reference: this guy is one of the coolest on tv shows.......sometimes i wish being so much like him, the problem is.....this is the real life not a tv show.

Dr. Cox, can deal with almost everything, he can stand with a thousands of problems, including peoples personalities, and being chief in the hospital also.

Sometimes, we hide our personality with something that , for us, it is easier to show.....anyway.

I really admire Dr. Cox


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If ......reloaded

Muy bien, la otra noche mientras mi mente divagaba encontrando un buen somnifero para poder dormir, pense:....si mi personalidad y habilidades que tengo las pudiera cambiar, que cambiaria? o mejor aun, si pudiera tomar una cosa de cada persona que admiro de quien y que me pondria.....y bueno pense en lo siguiente:

En vestimenta:

1. los tenis de steve zissou
2. los trajes de los chicos de interpol

En cuerpo:

1. El abdomen de Micke Rourke
2. Los brazos de Trent Reznor
3. El peinado de Robert Smith

En habilidades:

1. La hablidad con la bateria de Neil peart (rush)
2. La habilidad en los dedos de Joe Satriani, Jimmy hendrix, Steve Vai, Ynwwie Malmstein.
3. La sensibilidad de Joan Miró y jackson pollock

En Inteligencia:

1. El cerebro de Albert Einstein y Frederich Nietczhe

En personalidad

1. DAVID BOWIE

MOTHERFUCKER

Everyone has it´s own "motherfucker" story..........

She: where you going?

He: to the bathroom

She: ok, don´t get late

He: na

He walks to the bathroom.......

He: hi, r..., how are you?

The other she: fine and you?

He: not as well as you, what are you doing?

The other she: I´m waiting for d....

He: Hoooo, I see, he´s late by now, isn´t he

The other she: yeah, as always

He: mmmm so bad, what are you drinking?

The other she: Nothing yet

He: would you like to drink something?

The other she: Yeah...mmm a tequila would be nice?

He: Ok

He to the bartender: A tequila for the beautiful lady please

The other she: You really thing that I´m cute?

He: of course, is there any doubt?, c´mon, you look gorgeos with that dress,mmm I like your hair too is awesome....

The other she: Thank you, you are always so nice with me

He: mmm thanks, I have to go to the bathroom, don´t go ok

The other she: Ok, don´t get late

He: no way, just a minute

He walks into the bathroom..................and come back

The other she: so, what´s up?

He: nothing at all, mmm I did not mention anything about your pretty lips, did I?

The other she: mmmmm n-n-no

He: well, I love your lips too

The other she: mmm well, thanks, I like yours too

He: really¡¡¡¡, well let´s try this.........

(He kiss to The other she)......for a long time

He: that was nice

The other she: yeah...very nice¡¡¡¡

He: we should do it often, don´t you thing?

The other she: of course, call me tomorrow, I have something important to tell you....

He: Ok

The other he: Hi, brother, how are you?

He: fine thanks, see ya then, bye

The other she: ok, bye, bye

The other he: bye g.....

He walks to the table......

She: What a fuck think you are doing?

He: what?, what are you talking about?

She: You think that I´m stupid, I saw you, you just kiss R...

He: calm down, don´t so be dramatic, let´s talk outside

She: I don´t want to talk to you, just let me alone, I´m going home

He:Ok, if you want to leave fine.....but if you go you will not see me again

She: We are breaking up?¡¡¡¡

He: it seems that we are doing it......

She: no, w-w-well, if you want...we can talk

He: no, too late

She: no baby....I´m sorry.... I shouldn´t talk to you like that.....but understand me I was angry

He: yeah, it does not matter, What are you going to do?

She: I stay with you...you know I love you, Why you treat me like that?

He: It was just a kiss...(as a friends)

She: ok, let´s forget it, we are going to have a good time...I love you very much

He: yeah right

She: can I stay with you in your place tonight

He: as you want.....

Sorry about that......what´s your motherfucker story?

ABISMO......

Camine hacia el borde de mis pensamientos, me sente tranquilamente, viendo mis recuerdos pasar y caer al vacio, uno por uno, trataba de agarrar los recuerdos mas preciados para meterlos en esa caja negra, obscura sin fondo......me levante y corri, por la misma calle que siempre habia recorrido, una y otra y otra vez, siempre con la obscuridad de la noche a mis espaldas, solo con esa pequeña luz brillante que la luna refleja sobre tu rostro triste y olvidado.

Las gotas caen una por una, mientras se confunden con el sudor de la piel, me detengo, y observo a mi alrededor...que estoy buscando?, pienso.....y camino, tan lentamente con la esperanza agarrada en una mano y la realidad en la otra.......la gota que recorre mi cuello de pronto se hace mas clara, dentro de la nubosidad de la noche que me envuelve, porque no siento?, me pregunto.

Las gotas ya no caen, detengo el tiempo un poco mas, miro hacia abajo, el angel caido que reposa en la acera, fria, humeda y deslizante, me extiende su mano, yo......llo contemplo, sin palabras, atonito, fuera de mi........ser......que no existe, que quiere, que pretende, que sueña, todavia, aun, con la eternidad, con la inmortalidad........y mi alma que no existe, que se va.

Abro los ojos......la oscuridad todavia me abriga, lo negro de mis ojos se nubla, mis labios secos, mis manos rotas y mi corazon....................desgarrado, perdido, olvidado, soñado.

La sonrisa que se borro.......mis pies cansados.......mi cuerpo que no fue, es o sera.........y si tan solo esta noche pudiera dormir?....cuando fui mordido?.......la caja negra que cargaba se hace mas pesada......la cama de rosas donde dormia ahora esta perdida y yo.......yo soy, existo, aunque no siempre sea asi, aunque no siempre lo desee.

Que tanto he caminado, con la soledad a un lado, con mis sueños tirados y arrastrando mi existir, tropezando con los recuerdos de alguien mas tirados en las banquetas.........no veo nada....sueño e imagino......y me detengo....de nuevo.

Miro hacia el cielo......mi esperanza esta en el suelo al igual que mi realidad, las gotas regresan, a su lugar, a donde pertenecen y yo por igual......la sangre......mi sangre llena la copa......eternidad.....no necesito pensar, no necesito recordar, tampoco imaginar.......no necesito sentir.......despierto.......y aun siento.......los sueños, la puta e insoportable levedad del ser........no necesito sentir.....no necesito ser.

My top ten of coolest guys

1. Bill Murray
2. David Bowie
3. Steve Bushemi
4. Jhon Cameroon Michell
5. Wes Anderson
6. Joan Miró
7. Jackson Pollock
8. Christopher Walken
9. Forrest Withaker
10. Trent Reznor