Mierda

No escribo esto para recibir nada de nadie, si acaso para divertirme un poco y decir de vez en cuando algo poético. La luna has not understood anything but she wants what she has and i will not try to change her mind. I have tried in past times but i failed and i am not thinking in it any more. And if she is as blind as the common girls it is not my problem. Is this kind of seeing, this kind of looking the world what made the things go wrong. But i´m trying, i was trying, i felt bad. But any of you understood what is feeling bad? I was not only bleeding, i was dying every day. Vacations: they were bad, i was so bad. But now is not the time for saying anything about it. The time, my time has gone and now it only depends on you. You can not understand. I know.

Y por cierto no soy un enamorado del amor. Pero puedo amar mucho a quien quiera mi amor (y no soy Daniel) pero el amor hay que quererlo y luchar por él. Si se deja ir o se le auyenta quizá no se vaya, pero le duele, y las heridas que se le hacen al amor no sanan jamás... jamás.

Sí, sufrí, pero ya no voy a sufrir más... jamás por nada, por nadie. Y lamento si esto hace sufrir a otros.