Resignation ... 
resigning myself to know that you will never, understand why this situation, why I feel so bad when it was supposed to take the right path ...
his arms open, dreaming that yours come to this meeting with a nostalgic longing that takes me to the absurd reality that I find ...
Feeling the short life of my tears on your cheek, caressing my face watching tuck wanting, wanting to make me feel better ...
the murmur of wind caressing the leaves of the trees that rest on a large insignificant mountains full of life, as insignificant as mine ...
Blaming the target of my fate, drowning my sorrow in cigarettes make you smile, you flee from reality ...
Seeing as night falls gently through the clouds and horizon for a moment losing sight of that warm sun stopped
enlighten ... Wishing to escape, to break with all this bitterness is killing me ... call to everyone, smiling, pretending to be happy ...
Someone told me recently sometimes it is easier to talk to an outsider than someone near you, maybe that's why I broke to mourn in his office, opening the can of worms once and for all, pointing out that behind a bad student, a girl hides fearful, sad ... It's funny, because just a few days ago and had thought that a teacher I could help much, but she was always special, making me understand why many things ... for a moment cease to be a teacher and student, and we became two well-known talk about their things, without fear. Beside
I felt protected by a time to mourn as I broke a girl helpless, unable to stop even sketched a smile when he saw me there in that situation that arose in an unexpected moment ...
I still feel the sadness, I am in a difficult time, everything happened too fast, and pretend that I did not care was worse than throw everything in due time ... Now I'm drowning, suffering in silence, crying in the dark so I do not see anyone ... wasting my time thinking that I will shorten the life slowly ...
I look in the mirror, it seems I age at times, with only eighteen years of life weighs me if I stayed just a breath of life ... I was always
different, perhaps unusual, sinister ... my mom says if I have something good is I have a huge heart, I am a good person, I try to believe his words, but I find it too difficult to be good if I'm alone, all alone ... I burn
desire to kill, to break, to tear myself, so great is the contempt I feel for myself that sometimes scares me ... I cried last night
made a curled on the couch, while everyone slept outside my pain ... I could not sleep or out of my head ...
This morning also escaped a few tears from my eyes to my face and go ... it will overshadow the spring, it saddens me or perhaps a cluster of feelings forged and did not tell you because I hate talking about myself ... I like to listen, be heard ... maybe not I never know, or perhaps not want to know, would not be the only person running for my life ... I hate
pretend I'm fine, but mostly, I hate that no one will notice that my welfare is not a fiction ...
The absurd life I'm living, where every decision is wrong as the previous ...
What have I done? I can not understand how I failed ... but it sure did something wrong, something I missed, perhaps, being born was the biggest mistake of my life, I think so, which eradicates the problem here ...
problem that I am, I always was I remember looking back ... every fight, every flight from home, each sobbing back ... every tear shed in secret in an old roof, cold and dark, a witness to each of my losses ...
If you ever have the courage to end my life, I will from there, so that one day it saw my sadness, my battles lost, my few joys, is also the main guardian of my body lifeless, the astonished gaze of one who can not avoid death ...
"Vertigo, the world to stop "the song goes, I need, it stops the world stop spinning for a moment and stop prolonging the agony ...
I wish I could change everything, wipe out my life, my actions, my mistakes ...
you know? I stopped feeling this lump in my throat, I do not mind getting lost ...
Goodbye ... 
I've never seen a storm, I've never seen the sky trembles when carrying storm. I've never been afraid, I never knocked the wind except for loneliness. Never saw him pass the hours, ever the time was against me when I watch the world go by.
And I fear, that may approach silently yell when just one word ...
Goodbye, no more words, no more sighs than your voice. And only say I love you, I love you and goodbye.
always be with me, showing me the way like a beacon in the dark.
With you I never felt the cold, or a vacuum, nor forget that cause not see you anymore.
Whenever you remember, feel how it hurts me shout a word.
Goodbye, no more words, no more sighs than your voice. And just tell you that I love you I love you and goodbye.
Today I try to write, what I meant to say but I know it will not work. Tonight
first feel afraid, afraid if I call you and you're not.
But since you're gone, and although I will not forget you goodbye you again.
Goodbye ... remember Every time you feel like screaming hurts another word ...
Sometimes ... Traveling 
"As sometimes happens, time stopped and hung in the air, much more than a moment ... and the sound stopped and movement stopped much, much more a moment. and suddenly the moment was gone ... "
"Most of our life is a series of images that pass by like towns on a highway. But sometimes, a moment frozen, and something happens. And we know that this instant is more than an image transient. We know that this time, and all parts of it ... live forever ... "
Sometimes it is better to end it all, before that I destroy everything ...
Sometimes pain becomes the best of company, and thus, little by little , stop being you, and you become a travel writer who hopes to find the correct path in a road loss, somewhere, sometime, somewhere different world ...
Sometimes it is better to kick people out of your life, before they, themselves, decide to leave ...
Sometimes I think my life was never like I wanted it to be, I'm not one iota of what I wanted to be, this, never made sense ...
Sometimes saying goodbye is the most efficient output, although not the correct ...
thousand landscapes ... 
"Every evening I saw you, always in the same season. You do not know it existed, I waiting for the target near to your heart, to climb one day ... I was looking for the platform and you looked back ... It is bitter fate, at least for me.
did not introduce that evening ... " Traveling to cities that I returned the smile, muting my face slowly turning tears, regaining the life that I thought I lost ...
Perhaps it was his look of helpless child digging in the mine ...
Perhaps its mischievous face on my shoulder ...
furtive kiss Maybe it was one that came in a brief moment ...
could not tell what exactly attracted me to him, but hardly knew it, I was taking refuge in the arms of a stranger in an old bus bound for nowhere ...
not even asked his name, nor did he ever know me, but the times shared in our journey are difficult to forget ...
I still can not believe what happened, still wondering whether it was real ... I looked for see you but you were not here, your trip was over, while mine was just beginning ... Bitter fate that brought us together and separated a sunny day in March ...
And there I left you, you and Madrid, returning to my anguished life, trying to remember everything .... lived a long time since I felt so happy ... walking your streets ...
Meanwhile, my feet are no longer resentful sense when walking ...
Time is running out ... 
"We were different impossible, future less clear, fully understand what you say makes me feel so weird, everything starts to get sad, to be on the other hand, You promised you, too, we were both wrong ... " You said it yourself ... Who cares what count? not going to tell the truth ...
hammering noises penetrating my mind ... I hear voices in echoing in my head constantly making me feel uncomfortable ... I try to leave the mind blank, forget everything for a moment and disappear ...
Reflections of lights are mysterious shadows I see in my mind tired ... I can not sleep, noise and the voices do not cease, then discouragement becomes part of me and causes a bitter tears flowing from my eyes in seconds ...
Your absence is killing me slowly ... insomnia continues to accompany my nights gloomy ...
The train sleeping between the tracks of that old station ... a long journey awaits me after seeing my life pass on all trains that were flying around me in the way, I finally decided to board one, transported across the landscape to new life, new worlds that await me beyond this tired people ...
Now my desire to disappear seems to become real, my heart beats each time more slowly, leaving between beats a minute last breath ...
rope around my neck quickly tightens my breathing difficult, time runs out, you are out ...
Feelings ... Display 
Normally you ask someone as it is and you say, but never tells the truth ... I felt
lost more times than I admit ... but my silence is my greatest treasure, the keeper of all my secrets ... and he expected all roads that will return one day the meaning of my life, so stop feeling lost ...
all crashed ... might be me who has made this situation came to this point ... but now I do not know to do ... say if you love someone, nothing else matters ... but it is true, everything matters, everything influences everything is a damn barrier to get closer, we get to touch us ... I've always wanted
handy, I will need ... but you do not need nobody, you are more independent than myself, you live your life without letting anyone get close to it, closing your door step one day be open to anyone, right?
may not be a perfect time for everything ... that momentary perfection is not a reflection of my thoughts, like almost everything that happens to me now ... but if perfection exists you just have to love to believe in it, to see it ... You
you go, where will you be?, even when you're here, there is a distance between the two ...
live in the shadows, the sinister darkness in the desert ... ungrateful ... dreaming of you, trying to escape from the routine ... but when I wake in the morning, I am alone ...
"Come back, time passes and I miss you ... at this point it'll be frank, and let you talk me heart that is beating, desperate to go to find you ... but it is useless, because it's late ... "
" And now die would be no disgrace to lose forever, is my life, do not go ... because I know this is true love, and without hesitating a moment, I confess that I love ... "
" If there is something no doubt, is that my love is no borders in this world ... "
