Voy a recordar 2017 como el año en que vi a un duro romper el espejo en el que tomaba merca y entender inmediatamente que su karma lo estaba alcanzando. Lo único que atinó a decir fue: "ya no queda nada por hacer".

La soledad de mi color
y la soledad del tuyo
hacen juntos
la bandera
de algún equipo del ascenso

"they said it was for the black man
they said it was for the mexican
and not for the white man
but if you look at the streets
it wasnt about rodney king
and this fucked up situation
and this fucked up police

its about comin' up
and stayin' on top
and screamin' 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop

its not on the papers, its on the walls"

Vallas adonde vayas

(eventualmente) voy a salvar al mundo

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 can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear 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 a 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 have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. CHOOSE LIFE.

"Chilavert, ¿usted es feliz?"

¿qué motivos encontraste para dejar de bailar?

"EL AGUA CORRE HACIA EL AGUA"

Él quiere que sepas que está solamente a unos pasos de ahí..

And we both go together if one falls down.

(JohnFru)

To Clara.

I PAINT MY MIND JUST 'CAUSE I'M ALIVE!

paf se acabó.

Hoy estoy como para perder una guerra.

¡Qué complejo y simple es todo!

let the stars
hidden in your mind
blow

No sé dónde voy, pero quiero ir liviano

Me deberia enamorar

Me quiero enamorar