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  • Cemetery riot

    10 July 2013

    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...

  • Desliz-ar

    13 June 2013

    Un juego, a veces es solo un juego. Una lucha contra la monotonía. Pervierten muertos los pensamientos libres. ¡Qué peligro tan sano! Le llaman putrefacción; es prisa sin pausa. Cantan pétalos sin tallo, nunca se rinden. Y al morir cuatrocientas veces...

  • Woman's skin

    23 June 2013

    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...

  • Dance the silence

    08 July 2013

    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,...

  • Sighing lies

    27 June 2013

    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...

  • No collars

    20 September 2013

    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...

  • Melodia sostinguda

    19 October 2013

    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...

  • Caminando al Sur

    20 August 2013

    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,...

  • Heridas sangran

    15 October 2013

    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...

  • Ancient

    04 June 2013

    Just once... Never again. And I'll repeat the pattern until the color changes. Trying to reach the impossible spot. A perfect land of edging turtles. The lies of anxiety, the unmeasurable pleasure. And everybody tying up their breath. Masked intentions...

  • Unempathetic

    10 June 2013

    Unbreathable air. The box is a Nowhere Place. Nightmare But I'll remain there, waiting for the walls with no doors to open. Memorizing the scene that wants to be forgotten, lame reflection of the untold truth. Cowards! Dignified thoughts of blushing envy....

  • Garganta Reptil

    25 May 2013

    Clavado por dentro. En la garganta. Te ahoga y te dice que no. Que no puedes. Que no puede ser. Que no debes. Pero tú lo sientes; lo sientes y te arrastra. Te arrastras. Te ahoga. No entiendes el no de tu garganta. Porque no es un camino; es una cuerda...

  • It's hot in heaven

    06 July 2013

    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...

  • No Judas

    16 June 2013

    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?...

  • Religiosa insignificancia

    29 May 2013

    ¿Cómo sería esto en la nada? La no cotidianidad. El impulso. La vida Dejando la culpa a un lado; responsabilidad impostada, mentira de mil matices perfectamente incrustada. Sin esencia. Ensuciando el silencio. Insistiendo en la propia transparencia. Humo...

  • VERTIGO

    02 June 2013

    How tiring never wanting to quit. Unable to breathe the time, the space between seconds. The unbearable smell of vertigo of changes. Too close to the end to forget how it could've been. Almost feeling the thrill of death reflected in every corner of the...