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Un día sí y uno no. Un día sonrisas y otros, lágrimas. Ahora estas arriba, mañana abajo. Ahora se quiere algo, Más tarde ya no. Los humanos somos criaturas inestables, y por eso nuestra vida se convierte en una serie de decisiones completamente impredecibles. Sufrimos de constantes alteraciones de nuestro carácter, humor y tranquilidad. Y aun así, se nos impone infinitas posibilidades, e incesantes decisiones que tomar, que basado en esas situaciones alternantes, dictamos lo que al final, se convierte en nuestro destino. Lo inestable entonces, se vuelve verdaderamente inevitable, Y lo impredecible, insólitamente excitante.

Tan misterioso enigma que eres, tiempo. Eres la más real alucinación, El más inefable concepto, Mi miedo perpetuo... Sin piedad alguna, Arrastras desenfrenadamente a la humanidad, Hacia la insignificancia, Hacia el inevitable olvido. Soy una paradoja, Yo doy todo y quitó mucho, Soy un instante y un infinito pasajero. Una divina fusión entre la vida y la muerte. Tiempo, tú me prometistes que tenía tiempo. Y por eso jugué contigo a ser eterno. Pero nada ni nadie más engañoso que tú, Cuando te deseo eres efímero y cuando no te quiero duras una eternidad. Eres agua que bebo por despecho, Pero incluso mientras lo hago, Te me resbalas de mi boca. ¿Qué eres tiempo? ¿No ves que no te entiendo? Soy un delincuente libre e imparable, Vivo en los radiantes días, y en las oscuras noches. Soy tan personal como compartido. No soy un “qué”, ni un “cuando” Lo soy todo, en nada, Soy la fugacidad en carne y hueso. Yo soy tú.

What The Circus Meant For Me I remember when the circus was nothing more than a dream, but in the blink of an eye one of the best experiences of my life came to an end. It was not merely a memorable event, but a harsh slap in the face, the utter realization that life is passing by, and that we are indeed growing up. When doing the circus I became aware of the fact that every good thing comes to an end, and how important it is to be grateful and conscious of the times when positivity and bliss are bursting. The circus was a turning point which changed the way I saw experiences. I am still unable to get past the fact that it has come to an end and I honestly don’t know why. Different experiences are assimilated differently by each individual, and for me, it was one which touched me at a profound level. The realization that everything and everyone is brief, temporary, intrigued me. So much happened in those months that I was nothing but utterly overwhelmed. When it so suddenly con...

No siempre “Querer es poder”, No siempre se hace lo que se quiere hacer. No siempre se tiene lo que se quiere tener. No siempre se siente lo que se quiere sentir. En ese maldito dilema, Querer quedarme. queriendo irme Sintiéndome culpable, Sintiéndome como un pendejo, Por aun sentir lo que siento. Quiero no sentir eso, pero no puedo. Quiero sentir eso, volver a eso, pero no puedo. Me lo prohíben. Me lo prohíbo. Estoy perdido. No se que putas hacer.

She is the sun, Intense, with such burning desire to live. Crazy, young, manipulative, Confident, with her outgoing personality. She is competitive and ambitious, There is nothing she is scared to experience. Her recklessness is attractive but surely deadly; And although her blaze is lusted by many, It is loved by none. She is the moon, Shrouded and concealed. With fear of everything; merely living. Appearing only when people sleep and the sky is dark. Her insecurity prevents her from exposing her true potential, So she settles for an ordinary, easy life; When in reality she’s the embodiment of art. But in her silence, she is wiser, And in her thoughts, her maturity is exposed. She was so much more interesting because of the fact that no one truly knew her...

Sus ojos me penetran tan intensamente, Que me desnudan sin permiso, Me atraen ciegamente hacia ella. Es una hija de puta, Tan buena jugando, tan buena ganando. Con su carisma venenoso, Me atrapa en su red, Con su sonrisa traviesa, Caigo a sus pies. Con sus palabras, ni se diga. Apelaba a mis sentimientos y nublaba todo sano juicio. Me hacía creer que yo tenía el control, Maldita buena táctica de manipulación. Lo más jodido es que sin darte cuenta, Sos suyo, y no podes de un dia para otro dejarla. Porque hasta lo hija de puta que es; amas.

                                                                   A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS They provide guardianship and we seek security from them. Still, fathers never fail to teach us how to love ourselves, how to protect us, and how much we are worth. Their role in our lives becomes the base of our personality and confidence, with it, we grow and learn to become independent. Fathers are a crucial role in the life of a human being. They not only give their all to make their children and family happy, but they are also the ones who think the very best of you, who belive in you the most, even when no one does. They stand, clapping, supporting, when no one else is.

                                                           A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS With their wisdom acquired from years they give you guidance throughout your life. With their words full of love they comfort you, with their arms they protect you, with their mind they educate you. From thier womb they have felt nothing but utter, perfect love and with it you have grown. Mothers, the human beings who know us the most, who want solely the best for us. I can see no life without my mother, the only thing they don't teach us, is how to live without a mother...

A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS The bond between siblings is not merely of blood, but of soul. They've seen the worst side of you, yet their love is unconditional. You grow and learn by each other's side, always supporting and having one another's back. That's the beauty of siblings, that unwavering trust and profound love, that fearless sense of protection for eac h other.

When you let yourself, Genuinely grow and learn, To reach that place, Where you need no one but yourself. When you let your disappointments, Be the anchor that helps your roots become so much stronger. When you let your past wrongdoings, Torment you no more. Recognizing them, As yet another piece that make you whole. Getting to know yourself, What you want and what you deserve, Carries with it such overpowering joy, That your priority becomes loving you. Suddenly, no one’s company is needed You get inside your mind, And begin to figure things out, You no longer care about anything at all, But decorating your soul. You become whole being on your own, Its then when you have the power, the absolute control. You become the free woman you have always desired to become.