.:kid:.

para ti, ni una lagrima mas.

.:nuk #X:.

Tu al igual que yo sabemos que el tiempo poco a poco va alejando la memoria y los sentimientos.
Es como ver una lanchita irse mar adrentro
como que quiere y como que no,
pero al final, de la vida se va.
Desaparece.
Nos queda en la idea pero ya no es tangible,
ni el dolor ni el sabor

.:fuck greece:.

I ask you;
"please, lets not have this conversation via email."
and what do you do??
you write me an email....
you cant even give me that?
I've given you time, space and freedom to do whatever you want.

that what is wrong??
...well... everything!

I'm so tired of waking up at 4 am and reading an email of yours that just keeps making me cry.
Leaving me with out being able to sleep.

I've been trying to put my life together,
little by little,
my restaurant, my family, my heart, my mind.
I don't want to keep going on this way.
Do you understand?

If you want to tell me something at least have the courage to call.
And please don't tell me its impossible, because that is bullshit!!
An email about a guy kissing you was the best you could do?
You drop a couple of lines justifying yourself and saying how it all went wrong??
yeah! i can tell you are sad,
i can tell you fell the same way i do. HA!
An email about how you went out with all your friends that you just met and that you all got drunk and dance and made out with someone.
But no it was not your fault????!!!

No one comes out of the bloom and gives you a kiss, no one!!
You probably flirted with him as you usually do, and you cant seem to control it.

You can't keep hiding, you have to learn to confront your problems,
and yes this is A problem.
CALL and tell me what happened, why it all started.
You can't be that coward
Please don't lie to yourself, all that's happening you brought it upon you,
open your eyes.
I've done nothing, not one single thing!
not one!!!

Every day i'm growing more confused and more doubtful about why i even talk to you
or care about you.
I don't want to be mad
I don't want to be bitter
I want to be a nice person the person that i am!
I am a nice, respectful and honest person.
That is Emir Dupeyron

.:what will it be:.

Maybe you can take me out sometime,
maybe you can invite me to dinner,
maybe you can buy me flowers, or a drink,
maybe you can kiss me without asking,
maybe tell me that you want me,
maybe you can write me a poem or sing me a song,
maybe you can just post a message on my Facebook,
maybe invite me to a concert or to the water front,
maybe you can make love to me.
Or maybe just none at all.

.:bellevue chronicles:.

that night, you didn't want to see me. you hadn't been wanting to for some time
and i felt like every day that passed, you drifted further and further away.
there i was in Brooklyn. hot summer night. sticky skin, heart broken.
with the curse of your empty drawers, a continuous reminder that you would never come back.
tried to call you in the middle of the night. i knew you were out, i knew you were happy
i was not. i wasn't well, juggling on the thin line of insanity.
the usual happened, u didn't answer. not for some time
shaking, shivering, hallucinating, dizzy, confused. that was me
that night i lost all.
i was having a panic attack, i suffer of those, and decided
the hospital was a better place to die, at least someone would notice.
you called back, you were out, you were having fun.
i was dying
shortly after you were there, confused and something else, only you know..
i was dying
they police took me to the doctor, and wouldn't let me go, after all it was a mental institution. i turned around while they walked me to a secluded area.
you were crying.
i was dying
at some point i felt i would never leave the joint, like a character in a garcia marquez short story.
here i am, writing it in my leaving room
still dying
and you? i wish you the best.

.:late night:.

i really like seeing your name on the screen of my cell phone

.:buda:.

While the sun hides behind Buda,
your silhouette slowly disappears into the darkens
of the nothing.

That far i cant touch you.

My hands melt and i look into the horizon,
red like blood,
with the smell of you.
But still that taste in my throat and that sting
makes me shiver.

The white heads walk frantically,
with a look of redemption.

At the end i don't want us to repent
but to have enjoyed