miércoles, 29 de febrero de 2012

Reflexiones de una loca (capítulo I)


Esto que mi psiquiatra se empeña en llamar brote psicótico yo prefiero llamarlo inspiración...

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jueves, 2 de febrero de 2012

I wish I could


stop the time
and my thoughts,
all those words
surrounding my head.
Sometimes with sense
Sometimes without it.
I wish I could…

Return back
some months before.
There would be words
I would have never said.
Neither hear you say.
All those words
surrounding my head
That stupid echo
that never ends,
Sometimes with sense
Sometimes without it
But always there.
I wish I could…

Go over there and tell you
Although I know
there is nothing more to say
I have told you
each of those words
All those words
surrounding my head
That stupid echo
that never ends
And repeats once
…and again
Sometimes with sense
Sometimes without it
but always there…
And here alone
I wish I could…

Kill this circular time,
that drives me to Madness
to lose control
in Euphoria city
or in Sadness town.
Stop this roller coaster
and get out of it
by myself
and continue walking
step by step
but every path
leads me to the same place
God knows I try
And I really wish I could…

stop the time
and my thoughts…