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Coger tu pelo duro me gusta, lo muevo hacia todos lados y el negrito me sonríe con el brillo generado después de varios días. Lo acaricio con los dedos, con toda la mano, con las uñas le doy placer en círculos y una pequeña sonrisa se deja ver en tus labios.
Y llega el momento en el que por pura casualidad huelo mi mano y, además de la textura que dejó en ella, se sienten los tonos dulces, macerados densos, pero no tan pesados. Parece un bizcocho.

Gran palmada

Las canciones de Fito Páez no sirven para ponerlas como soundtrack en ninguna película

¿Por qué?

Porque cada letra de Fito Páez puede ser una película, es una historia que podrías cinematizar, la música es un añadido, no menos importante, pero un añadido al fin, el cual complementa como fondo para la historia que te cuentan.

Igual, ¿por qué me importa?

No me importa, la música de Fito Páez me gusta muy poco y realmente detesto cómo realiza sus performances en sus presentaciones, me causa desagrado visual.

Do you hate yourself?
Could you even hate yourself without knowing if you really exist in this space?
Can't find an answer to what existing means,
we will never be sure of what we are
Language is never going to be enough to describe thoughts,
but admitting language and thinking are real, isn't it admitting we are real as well?

The pain of that night

Never mix weed with forced physical work
never mix a broom with six year acumulated dust
never try to force anything or anyone to do something they don't want to
never mix stress and pressure with a stoned angry bitch
never mix a rope with a matress and a third floor
never mix tiredness with obligations
but the most important
never mix you and i together anymore
because that's just painted to disaster

Acabo de entender lo que es el amor 
Entre el hondo de los problemas y los momentos más amargos que nunca,
Acabo de entender lo que es el amor,
Es agradecernos por la compañía, la complementacion, la paridad que permite la estabilidad de lo certero y la sinceridad de la confianza, completándose en la vida
Tampoco se puede superar lo que se dice por primera vez, pero no se puede pedir más, se agradece el decirlo y tolerarlo con afecto, todo sentimiento de amor es...

Es por eso que el amor no puede surgir desde siempre porque es necesario que estás situaciones que desafien su estabilidad sean duras y requiere que se haya sufrido para pasar del gusto al rechazo y viceversa y que se termine en un estado de comprensión y amor por lo que constituye a la otra persona, todo esto hace que surja el sentimiento original, la única realidad del asunto, el gusto por lo real.

Que dulce se siente dejarse caer en el aire sabiendo que estará por ti cuando llegues al final...

Unforgivable

Desolation started its invasion at its most and I couldn't help to feel as alone as I could ever be.

Pain was notorious in his effete skinny body, I could feel his suffering through his gaze, he had been crying for help for so long.

I took care of him as never before that night, but it was all a failed attempt to feel less guilty with myself after all the neglect that led to that situation, acknowledging there was only one choice and that it would came over me fastest than expected.

At this point, I couldn't be near myself anymore, I was the worst person in the world, but my thoughts were in a constant fight: to keep on suffering for what I did[not do] to him was the most selfish act since having him all by myself, even worse than the starve or the lack of love, because the pain I caused to myself was something I just deserved, but the true pain I caused to him was something he never should've been through, he didn't deserved that at all, I was hurting an innocent just because I wasn't responsible enough; but something (someone) told me I shouldn't feel that way, that it wasn't my fault, that I was not myself at the time, that I was not able to take care of anything or anyone or even myself, that I couldn't have been able to do anything if I had realized of what was happening to him before, and some of those thoughts were true, some of them half true and some others were just words trying to calm me down.

I concluded that even thinking about how it was affecting me or that it was all my fault, was not as important as helping him ease all the pain. I devoted myself to him for the little time we were going to share, I took care of him with all my love, I did not wanted to think about anything but our last time together
My little one, you've now become a memory in me

It will all end with another selfish thought, death will come around me and my reaction towards it will always be the same, I should've done something, I could've been different, I deserve the pain this will cause. Death coming in that way will always be with me, it will be my backpack, heavy and hard to carry, my anchor to the cold stone reality I've pushed myself to live in.

Written in 12/02/17