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Insistint en l'amenaça del dèbil, fent-la gran, forta, alimentant-la; deixant morir d'innanició la dignitat sense acollir-me a cap trampa. Abans de mirar-me als ulls hauré de respirar quatre vegades. Bullirà llavors la sang valenta? Serà definitivament...

Hay que superar algunos baches, nada demasiado complicado... Pero muerden fuerte los viejos hábitos, tan transitados que se confunden con la piel. Y una náusea recuerda el hedor de lo escondido, el terror de unos sentidos que no quieren volver. El presente...

I decided to be with all the consequences... wasn't aware they would last for so long. I remember we met at the dusty road, but now you claim you weren't the one choosing the mud. So I'm supposedly the water that messed the scenery, I am now the dirty...

No me has dejado romper tu suelo, Gracias. ¿Quién quiere esa agonía? Muchos la bailan. No saben que un día perdieron el Norte; no quieren la dicha, nunca la miran. Yo sigo en la lucha. He danzado con los muertos, huyen sin prisa. Y en el patio sin luz,...

Not so many ways of losing, but I'll try them all. How thoughtful not dying today... I killed you every so often anyway. Deciding the color of anger, I will fix the broken veins. Red purple will be good enough, made up stories don't need the blues. And...

Take it, just take it... I won't stop you from stealing my pride. I'll break all the mirrors and it will be so easy to see. Shake the dust and love won't be enough Lust. Look straight at it, don't you think it's mystifying? Scary thoughts of freedom,...

Yes Sir, We're swallowing life, we have no right, but... What's left for the blind? Whose is that mockingbird? That beauty can't be tagged. I'll try to restrain the dependent saviours; I'll run from the rush. That war is not over yet... Just hush. Hey...

That mirror was the trick, the coldness I wanted to look at; the passionate thoughts of pretending, that has always been the exit line. Moving backwards, recognized reflection; turning around when we see the piers of light, you sigh... I lie. No game...

I dreamed I walked a thousand miles... left us both behind. Falling again at the same spot, convinced it's a womb. Running, but looking back. That hole is the same one e-ve-ry-time, just different faces... Mine! Chasing the air I'm afraid to inhale, too...

Those of you that want to own him... Let it go! You hypocrites! How many times are you going to call him selfish, self-centered, weak?... I am the one using the rope, don't blame him! You know you're choking him too... Why are you feeding your complaints?...