So this is it. The last breath of a dying beast, torn to pieces by its own creator. A monster of pride and lust, fed by sweat and tears, doomed since its birth. For such an abomination, should not live too long. What can be worse than love turned into hatred?
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Come closer to me, come closer. I promise you it will be beautiful
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“You destroy and you suffer… I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon. In some strange way I am not with you, I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you, the same. We will be stronger for it, each of us, stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart, I hate you. I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality. I want to fight your surgical knife with all the occult and magical forces of the world. I want to both combat you and submit to you, because as a woman I adore your courage, I adore the pain it engenders, I adore the struggle you carry in yourself, which I alone fully realize, I adore your terrifying sincerity. I adore your strength. You are right. The world is to be caricatured, but I know, too, how m
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Every time I think about having kids I remember this orphanage that I used to visit, specially this little 3-year-old girl I met there. She had a huge scar covering her belly from top to bottom, and the social worker told me it was her mother who had done that to her. She was so traumatized she never spoke, but her eyes had this urge for attention and love that made me want so badly to take her home with me. Well, maybe someday I will.
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The cold screen emits a spectral light, bringing with it electronic ghosts. Out there, the sun shines an even more impossible reality, longing for beaches and waterfalls. In the mirror, the image of someone on the verge of something to happen, only awaiting for the inevitable. And underneath the sight, a thick layer of memories and oblique thoughts. (03-08-2012)