Dear past.

Pretty much sums it up..

My favorite word lately.

Weekend

Underworld - Born slippy

De esas que "guardan cosas", evocan y reviven momentos.

Trainspotting

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?"

— Mark Renton (Trainspotting)

El Padilla

Y ahora resulta que hasta el padilla se vino a vivir al DF...

irónicamente ahora que estoy lejos..estoy mas cerca de mis amigos.

Memory can fade its true

Memory can lie

Noone can steal

These pictures inside

I hate you

I hate the way you’re not around

And the fact that you didn’t call

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Huelo a Soledad

Huelo a Soledad

Sin nadie que mitigue este dolor

No hay nadie que comprenda mi sentir

Y escuche lo que tengo que decir

Me abrazo a los recuerdos por vivir...

La Visita

Uno vuelve siempre, a aquellos lugares donde amo la vida.