Tonight, my karma is down... once again.
The people arround of me never thinks about me.
My foul. I'm fool.
No doubt noone is like me,
I'm the freak of the town.
Somebody loves me?
Somebody likes me?
Somebody feels something about me?
Feels like shit.
Weird... I miss the red on my heart.
The people arround of me never thinks about me.
My foul. I'm fool.
No doubt noone is like me,
I'm the freak of the town.
Somebody loves me?
Somebody likes me?
Somebody feels something about me?
Feels like shit.
Weird... I miss the red on my heart.
Tonight, my karma is down... once again. The people arround of me never thinks about me. My foul. I'm fool. No doubt noone is like me...



Aquí guardo fragmentos de mis días: anécdotas que me han formado, pensamientos que se resisten al silencio, destellos de oraciones que encuentro en los bordes de la rutina.
Escribir, para mí, no es un oficio sino una forma de respirar. Cada texto nace del impulso de entenderme y, tal vez, de reconciliarme con el mundo.
No busco atención o aplausos; solo dejar constancia de lo que alguna vez fui, mientras sigo aprendiendo a mirar con calma.