Sometimes I think that in the darkest night, I could never be anything more beautiful than a light shining in the sky. But now I realize that's not true. In the darkest night, as darkness itself is beautiful, its impenetrable blackness.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Dressing With Tie And Untucked Shirt
The darkest night
Sometimes I think that in the darkest night, I could never be anything more beautiful than a light shining in the sky. But now I realize that's not true. In the darkest night, as darkness itself is beautiful, its impenetrable blackness.
Sometimes I think that in the darkest night, I could never be anything more beautiful than a light shining in the sky. But now I realize that's not true. In the darkest night, as darkness itself is beautiful, its impenetrable blackness.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Strap-on Rollerblades
At first everything is a game. Friends who made up a story and then completely forget.
Make up, create, and every day, something new, something different.
know new people, and some will fall better than others, start talking to them and know their "characters", those people that everyone creates, but in fact they are the same, more authentic than ever before, without realizing it.
The friction began to flow between the two, start to realize who to trust, whom not stop thinking, who give a "kiss" or a "hug" and who will give it when needed.
And the veil is getting thinner.
Every day, a part of this breaks, unravels and stretches, making it increasingly finer, more precious.
That little veil that separates the real life of your "character that separates your life, you've created inside a computer, where you really feel identified, where are you, and others do not care how view, what music listen, if you like women or men.
That only matters how you, friends who love you and take care of you, who are there when you need it or not. Those who give you support that is often missing, and although not even see them, know they are there.
But the wall, fabric, wall, veil, everything that separates you from the outside world, all that separated the virtual to the real, imaginary reality, it becomes thinner, until it reaches a point that when you want to realize, does not affect your "character", but it affects you.
you think that affects one of your "friends" is wrong, that person that your "character" is special, too it is for you. And you do not realize until too late. Because it is an addiction. Addiction
invent your life as you wish it were, with the problems, people and moments that you want to live. And you forget the life you have, because that is what you want.
I Removed My Underwear
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Friday, March 4, 2011
Camilarodrigueztravesti
Fact or Fiction Go!
And I'm fucking tired. Tired of you to treat me sometimes like a princess and other like a rag. Yes, I love you, dammit, I love you, but I'm not ready to be your fucking lapdog. NO! I've spent too much, and my patience has its limits. Go, throw yourself every living you want, druggie, fuck life to your liking, this time I'm not going to stop them. And if when you leave, I cry, Do not be sorry, do not want you to take pity on me, I need your consolation. Walk away, forget you, alone. Forget the caresses, kisses and words, forget everything about you, your gestures, your face, your body. EVERYTHING! Because you are a coward who can not fucking take the bull by the horns. Tonight I go out, drink, get drunk, smoke till my lungs say enough, to see sunrise and sunset again another day. Because tonight I will forget everything in the fucking symphony of excess. Refine my body to the tune of debauchery and my head will spin until losing consciousness. Go away, I forget everything tonight 
And I'm fucking tired. Tired of you to treat me sometimes like a princess and other like a rag. Yes, I love you, dammit, I love you, but I'm not ready to be your fucking lapdog. NO! I've spent too much, and my patience has its limits. Go, throw yourself every living you want, druggie, fuck life to your liking, this time I'm not going to stop them. And if when you leave, I cry, Do not be sorry, do not want you to take pity on me, I need your consolation. Walk away, forget you, alone. Forget the caresses, kisses and words, forget everything about you, your gestures, your face, your body. EVERYTHING! Because you are a coward who can not fucking take the bull by the horns. Tonight I go out, drink, get drunk, smoke till my lungs say enough, to see sunrise and sunset again another day. Because tonight I will forget everything in the fucking symphony of excess. Refine my body to the tune of debauchery and my head will spin until losing consciousness. Go away, I forget everything tonight
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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