dark thoughts

Not one word, Or gestures, or looks passionate No sign of kisses you gave me earlier up at dawn ... Not one of smiles why each night and every day sob these eyes where you look now ... As a toy that crashes into a wall, I go to find and lose myself in I seek an opportunity, a miracle a spell: turn your beautiful and handsome to me. Before the eyes that one day I looked I put my back and a few steps and pointed my mouth while another defeat says 'never again' ... ...

C I N T H Y A L O R E N A V A R G A S.

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway Now I see that motherfucker writing' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,Thirty D bra, Fuck those haters I see, Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm, Boulevard, Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillac’s- we never go far, And when you see us motherfuckers ,better know who we are .I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers who don't know what, You better watch what you say. From these industry fucks,
To these faggot ass punks, You don't know what it takes, To get this motherfucking truck. I’m already loud maybe,
It? s a little too late, Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate, Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay, Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!
I'm getting used to this nuisance, And all the fags who bad mouth this music, It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this, You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.

martes, 16 de junio de 2009

Otra vez la sensación de estar peor que antes, otra vez la tentación que volverá a tentarme no quiero hacerme mal, extraño el gusto del desastre para ser feliz habrá que entender que todo todo puede suceder
otra vez la perdición que intentara ganarme otra vez la depresión que volvera a buscarme , no quiero hacerte mal, extraño el gusto del desastre
Esta noche es imposible que me seduzcan los miedos ; olvidemos por un rato nuestros peores momentos. Otra vez la maldición que vuelve a controlarme, otra vez que no soy yo, ahí alguien en mi sangre. No quiero hacerme mal, Extraño el gusto del desastre.
Ni la tentación ni la perdición podran venir con migo, Yo me voy

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He (She) says that the life is done by
the luck I am lucky to live in peace
I was a bit of everything, a bit differently
Without politicizing and without poeticizing
C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça … heart
Since I do not like the melancholy
I Walk without remedy looking that to make yourself The love I prefer making by day
I like your eyes and your coyness
C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça … heart
Because I do not want to stop believing
I do not have much that to lose
I Have the life that I wanted to have But not,
do not have anything that to conceal what vivi forgot what aprendi was
OK to continue You Know,
that already for time stops,
of being a type That does all good,
as the demas
Aprendi the life with the difference
That aprendi to looking without ambiguedad bad(wrong) moments
Saw on the conscience But me does not please the fatality
The world takes charge of the cowardice
The money damages to him(her)
to the happiness Remain little mas that this coming the day Remember that tomorrow one day is alone mas