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Haciéndote desear no saber leer desde 1992

Mocha and Concha

Haciéndote desear no saber leer desde 1992

Posted on May 31, 2026

La diferencía entre fluir y huir es una letra.

by ear

Posted on May 31, 2026May 31, 2026

I’m alone

I’m on my knees, and I’m alone

Finally, the world has accomplished its goal, and I’m down on my knees

I look up at the distance, used to be so high not long ago.

I’m not even mad at being down here again,

I always said it would be nice to visit,

But did I really have to chase the cheese?

Ahora sé lo que sienten los melones.

That’s what I get

for doing my own stunts.

And here it goes again,

The most prominent proof of the wreckage in my brain.

My lifestyle, driving me places I never meant to be.

I thought deserts were the only ones with mirages,

How did this water get in my ears?

It builds, like a JBL speaker,

And yet there’s no one here.

There it is, the song only I can hear,

It plays every time I am at wit’s end,

where is Sacks when you need him?

The melody fills my ears, yet the fear grows louder,

And then I feel it, the chills in my skin.

Is that your leitmotif?

It is me, not you

Posted on May 31, 2026

I am broken, I’ve come to learn

This was news to me,

did you know?

Was it obvious?

Some type of support I turned out to be.

Turns out broken people

are not

the best load bearing beams.

I apologize deeply

for the pain I caused

by not knowing myself.

palantir

Posted on May 29, 2026May 28, 2026

I see your face,

yet I shouldn’t have

I hear your fake smile,

yet I shouldn’t have,

I see your smirk,

lacking proper ground

might as well

give up my morals

bye

ouroboros del amor

Posted on May 25, 2026May 25, 2026

me acerco ahora a las 400 menos 10,

esperando que sea anticipo suficiente,

y reconsiderar publicar nuestra historia en el estado presente.

es hora de darle un toque nuevo a lo pasado,

somos tanto más ya,

¿cuánto se habrá perdido en la sintetización?

hay tanto espacio para jugar.

ratatouille’d

Posted on May 25, 2026May 25, 2026

i’m missing the words to describe the frustration, the tools i have are severely lacking,

cómo se dice todo eso que sientes?

tendrías que irte al latín para empezar a rascar

la complejidad de uno estar

atrapado entre tus dientes.

Eros

Posted on May 25, 2026May 25, 2026

i was younger, like 20 years ago, used to be that for every fear, there was a love.

in that world things made sense,

i made sense

Esperándote

Posted on May 25, 2026

como quien espera que lleguen los vientos del invierno,

como quien necesita saber qué será de kyon,

como quien quiere cantarle a los otros 48 estados,

estoy.

philias

Posted on May 23, 2026May 23, 2026

I almost drowned.

Once.

Long ago.

But it happened.

Since then I’ve met all kinds of people with varying degrees of aquaphobia.

I’m not afraid, I say, even though I am; I respect water and acknowledge their might.

I play it safe.

Almost always.

Except when you’re anywhere near.

Your Sirenity is contagious to such a degree,

at times I forget to respect the sea.

I want to swim.

I want to understand.

Why even though you’re afraid of the dark,

also yearn for the depth.

insano

Posted on May 22, 2026May 22, 2026

me quitas el sueño, yo quiero dormir

me das paz, yo sé caos

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