Guiltless Melacholy/ Melancolía sin culpa

Born from the paranoia, is in bloom
All the watchers hitting their heads against the wall
Tears and blood mixed in a cheek
Violent whispers in my head
Is invisible

An endless anxiety
Slightly, lukewarmly... i still exist in the white scenario
The melacholy wraps every sound i make
Is a white melancholy
A guiltless melacholy.

Lonely melancholy...
Humid melancholy...

Smiling melancholy...

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Nacído de la paranóia, esta en flor
Todos los observadores golpeando sus cabezas contra la pared

Lágrimas y sangre mezcladas en un mejilla

Susúrros violentos en mi cabeza

Es invisible

Una ansiedad sin fin

Ligeramente, tibiamente... aún existo en este escenario blanco

La melancolía evuelve cada sonido que emíto

Es una melancoía blanca

Una melancolía sin culpa.

Melancolía solitaría...

Melancolía humeda...

Melancolía sonriente...

P.D: it was really touching to create this

The real us / El verdadero nosotros

I know you had suffer
But now i can make you pure
No mather what violence you felt
We can devour our lie today
I want to recognize your negative beauty
Let`s exercise the tears of your gray scene

Is cold, but smiles won't be denied
I want to open your unjustified desires
A storm feels good
In this unpercet life

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Se que has sufrído
Pero ahora puedo purificarte
No importa que violencia hayas sentido
Podemos devorar nuestra mentira hoy
quiero reconocer tu belleza negativa
Ejercitemos las lagrimas en tu escena gris

Es frío, pero las sonrisas no son negadas
Quiero abrir tus deseos injustificados
Una tormenta se siente bien
En esta vida imperfecta

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P.D: aunque parezca triste, nunca antes escribi algo tan positivo como esto
P.D: It seems to be sad,but actually i had never wrote anything so positive like this one

Model: Rachel Dashae

A puppet in a summer night / Un títere en una noche de verano

Que hace la noche tan especial?
Una atmosfera de intimidad nos asfixia con placer
El tacto agudizado en una danza corporal
Y el ego se ve reducido ante una imagen seductora

Un sucio pensamiento acecha nuestra "actitud"
Una carga de adrenalína descargada en un gemido
Seguido de un dolor
Sexo deforme

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What makes the night so especial?
An atmosphere of intimacy asphyxiates us with pleasure
The tact sharpened in a corporal dance
And the ego seems to be reduced beacuse of a seductive image

A dirty thought stalks our "attitude"
A load of adrenalína unloaded into a groan
Followed by pain
Deformed sex

Light Games

some of my photos

Pedido de abórto

Oh, madre
Te hemos fallado?
Como la mugre que se arrastra por el suelo
Envenena la atmosfera somnolienta
Con un llanto ácido...
Lágrimas, lágrimas, lágrimas
Que corroen el ambiente
Un resentido adios fue dificil de aceptar

La sucia pared que crece con hipocrecía
Engañado por un aróma encantador,
Mezcla de muerte y depresión
El profundo aguijon que se clava en la moral
Bocas mudas en una fiesta de alta socidad,
Motivados por la invisible deseperación
Lágrimas, lágrimas, lágrimas...
Solo podemos ahogarnos en nuestro llanto
Ahorcados por nuestro cordón umbilical

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Salió en español je

Artificial Glow

Hola, mm bueno, hace rato no subo nada, estuve muy ocupado ultimament con mi banda =), por lo cual el motivo d mi posteo es ese jeje asi q aca dejo la direcciondel blog dond hay un video nuestro tocando guren de the gazettE

http://www.artificial-glow.blogspot.com

grax x pasar =)

Artificial lights on the garden

That fallen mind

That you have shot off

It was all i had

Dissapear with a sexual thought

Stop breaking the garden

with the unfaithful blow

one flower alone

It was all i had

I'm an agent of chaos

TO DO:

1.Participate in local election but make it all about me

2.Recruit henchmen, sacrifice onw to make own death

3.Make everyone everywhere look like me

4.Filter out sane ones

5.Give select goons secure phones

(with cakes inside? poisoned cakes?)

6.Cultivate a taste fot the theatrical

7.Send cops to the wrong lane

8. Make fun of "the Batman"

9. Reveal ugly face of "Gotham justicie"

10. Hit em where it hurts

11. Get the ready to really blow up

12. Be good to my guests

13. Gather all my fans

14. Leave a big mark

Why so serious?

Almost rhetorical

Who are we? No one
Why we do what we do? Beacuse of them
Why our dreams can't be true? Beacuse of them
Who are their king and slave? Us
What can we do about it? Absolutely nothing

Welcome to the Wonderland

"I must contain the presences which patrol in these fourth rooms and stairs.

I will surround them with bars, walls and electrified fances and i'll pray so they never will be able to escape.

I'm the dragon´s bride, the vuida's son. Leather wings cover me, now i can see the insanity's virtue.
Since this country do not know any law or tie, i feel sorry to the poor shades, locked in that euclidean prison which is called sanity"

impression in imperfection

photos of the week

Psychedelic questions

When i'm walking lonely trought the narrow street

Jumping on cockroachs

Ironically I ask to my self again, and again

Can i do it?

Can i really have it all?

May be the answer is at the end of the psychedelic way

May be not

May be im just pushing hope into my hopeless brain

Maybe the heroine was too hard

I feel my eyes tired

Ahhh..... I'm living the dream...

Artificial Glow

An artificial life of an artificial man

It summarizes everything to an artificial glow

Unstopable hands

In a sheet of paper, I wrote


I wrote my last words, beacuse i can´t say them


I feel my mouth covered by invisible hands


Those hands are taking me away


Laying in a bed


The depression grows in the room


Those hands are crossing my body and I can´t react


What i can do?


I´m still writing with crooked words


The sound of a broken clock, The time had come


I didn´t finish but the pain had already licked my hand


In a cold and lonely death, I cry

Just an other grey day

Model: Me

Photography: Clara Vazquez

Modelo: Yo

Fotografa: Clara Vazquez

Charming decandence

In a shadow´s cry, I laugh


A glass of humiliation is laying over my head


I try to lick my wounds, but isn´t enough


As the tears fall on the floor, the humiliation starts to spill


A devil who dosen´t leave me alone


In a calm picture, the pain hides


The degradation is around the corner


Please, don´t look at my pain


A dirty vice in my brain


An invisible sorrow over my body

Irony is everywhere

Some photos i took those days ^^

Algunas fotos q tome estos dias ^^

Im writing some new stuff right now, so, maybe i´ll upload today again =)

Estoy escribiendo material nuevo ahora, asi que, capaz lo suba hoy =)

Dodo´s War

A broken town, forgotten by god

Where birds are reclaming peace

No one can fly, beacuse they have bullets on their wings

The bullets had murdered moral

The fear has no where to hide

Who wil be waiting for us, the unfortuned birds?

The sad piano´s notes are devouring our hope

You can´t save us

Beacuse we won´t you

Someday, you´ll learn that bird´s sing is a sad melody

sadness is a routine

I took these with my cellphone´s camera while i was in the train, i was bored and some inspiration came to me ^^

An ashamed mother

An umbrella over my head

It´s blocking my hope

In a bird´s regret, which i can´t see

I hide my face, even if i don´t need to

A dry soul could never cry

I draw a grey cloud on the sky

It´s smiling at me

I returned the smile to her

A cloud who is rightfully mine

Drama Queen

A rain of sadness over the palace

An unfortunable Queen

Down on her bloody kneels

Praying to her immature God, sited in the broken throne

Who would help a Queen without Kingdom?

Laying on the grey floor

The red tears, wich are filling up in her death

The air is beginning to be cold

The sanity is escaping from her fingers

A violent shiver over her body

Her painfull voice screams for an answer to her pray

The immature god finally ask, Dramma Queen, the suicide isn´t enough for you?

Drawings

Here are some really cool drawings that i took from deviantart, those aren´t mine, the only thing what is mine here are my wrotes =), enjoy it ^^

Over the moon

A little man on the moon

He had swallowed all my dreams

Would you forgive me one day?

I always felt this way

Maybe someday i could travel to you, and ask, why?

That little man is telling me things

He is so full of lies

But he was the only one who gave me his trust

Oh little man, little man, the doctors tell me that you don´t exist

Shall i listen to them?

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i had a lot of fun when i did this text haha xD

Anyone hates someone

There´s a bloody month
It belongs to me
A lonely dry mouth dancing in nowhere
A dying scream reflected in my eyes
The depressive roaring are penetrating deeper in my conscious
Guilt it´s such a funny feeling in my body
Childhood had never existed here
A lonely smile in the middle of myself´s chaos
I feel tired right now
My heavy eyes are falling a part
It is such a heavy guilt
I dye my face in my consequence´s color
An ugly sky laughs at my done
In the end, i thought that, persons like me souldn´t exist
Im someone that I´ll never miss

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