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Whiskey and channel.
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Notes Rima ClaroscuraSiempre supe que podría volver a caer
Pero tenía la esperanza de no volverlo a hacer,
Tú me buscaste y al final yo aun sigo sin encontrarte,
Me duele decirlo pero yo no te reconozco,
Yo soy así y después de todo yo estaré ahí para ti.
Dos semanas tardaron como un año,
Fue difícil pero no tan grande,
Me guarde todos los “Te quiero”,
Me duele decirlo,
Pero yo sabía que para ti eso ya era como un juego.
¿Donde estas?, esa no eres tú
Falta algo, me siento solo si no estás aquí.
Hace frio y aunque lo niegues
Yo estaré ahí para ti.
No sé qué pensar,
Cuando ya me has demostrado suficiente pero a la vez nada,
Al oír tu voz, al ver tus ojos, al sentir tu rostro todo vuelve a empezar,
Y tan solo al besarte es como si nada haya ocurrido jamás.
Y después de todo tú sabrás lo importante para mi vida que eres tú,
Mil recuerdos no se borran tan fácil,
Una oportunidad yo solo quiero,
Y así entenderás que mi voz en este momento ha roto tu silencio.
Sé que no es mucho
Pero por ahora solo esto te puedo dar
Necesito que en cada momento sepas
Que yo jamás te deje de amar
Y aun así creo que puedo
Volver a darme esta oportunidad.
Marcial Rodríguez
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“I am zombie … I’m depressed, I need brains”
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Anne Lisse Hall?
Do I hear someone crying? Or are only scratches from the 6 December. Never saw anything or heard anything, just the white sheet covering her pale body.
A town in shock at what was known they would be gray days, dark and uncertainty of knowing who killed her. The clues are scarce relocate this event to the depths of a well that speaks for itself.
The Angels respond, do not ignore them, their white wings carry a coherent puzzle may be the answer of who killed Anna-Lisse Hall, shout loudly to be heard.
I did it (listen behind the door). It was an idealistic crap. She deserved it. Do not comment to anyone. Her blood was still in my hands, flying, reminiscent of his eyes.
Poverty filled her family, if so you could call. There was no love at home improvement and wanting to be more than others was the main objective of these.
Her gaze was always treacherous; it was never the most beloved in town, in the midst of controversy and rumors she lived.
it was a surprised to find her lifeless body and that somebody had killed here, I always thought she would ended her own life.
Again, I never saw anything in my conclusion I do not know if Anne-Lisse is dead, ask my subconscious knows the answer, put together the event; we wanted to be a nice presentation. Half of me is dead the other pays sins of others.I’m the one who killed her… I’m the one loved her.
Written By: Marcial Rodriguez
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Welcome to Nothingland
I don’t understand, Simply it was a surprise for me, It thought that it could have, Something (something amazing for us). I can see the things, It is not necessary to be genius to realize Than what you feel I only want, I only want to go home. Let’s forget.
The days that I came into the moonlight It was an Illusion I’m still chasing a fantasy When an old man said No, Is Not, Just No, Is not.
But nothing, Nothing compared to what really happened, Things are coming around, Take Me, Takes my hands And let’s fly to nothingland.
I feel strong, I have the hope of We can obtain which it , If the time and the place are against, We fix this with a single kiss.
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The White Man in the White Door!
A simple brightness makes no difference, our attraction may be nothing more than morbid. Rotting in hell is what I see, you destroyed two lives that can not be helped, I just want to burn your guts and celebrate.
Time passes quickly and the grey hair nerves increasingly more noticeable. While you play I’m looking for answers, the answers from exile, is something that took years deciphering, “Decoding?, you told me, with sorrow and shame I was more than obvious we cannot respond and just let myself go this time and say what sorry.
Fight Forever and Fight forever and Die, the butterfly can’t fly. Fight forever and fight forever and die, The white man in the White door.
I’m a reflection of you or not I am nothing. I see no answers I just see that you use me as a puppet, looking like i can a contrasting white door but no more than that.
If there is someone that matters, that person is not you, nor you, just me and I will continue being me. It’s something no one’s fault, the fault lies with the person who influenced my way of being which is something that hardly ever change.
You do everything to avoid me. I nail in your hands that barely managed to get
The floor disappears and the flames wait for me, I’m doomed, I will be a lost soul who wandered by your conscience. I want to remember the dance beat we had.
If you read this I know that as I look from the bottom and the only option you have is come with me in to this hot place without limbs because I doubt you can do anything about it
Written By: Marcial Rodriguez
