lunes, 18 de julio de 2011

Live fast, die young.








Music is the real face of God.

Si tu boca es pecado, tengo el infierno asegurado.

A mi de versos no me tienes que decir nada,
que hace tiempo que escribo los mios.

"Hablar de musica es como bailar arquitectura"
Y una vez mas he vuelto a recaer, bajo los encantos de tu piel. Sera esa mirada tuya que me hace enloquecer. Y ya llega el verano, se acerca un adios inevitable. El viento susurra versos extraños con una fuerza inagotable. Pero el mensaje es inexplicable, un malentendido imperdonable. ¿Que voy a hacer echandote de menos? Ya no te puedo ver ni siquiera en mis sueños. Se que volveras con el frio y largo invierno, como hojas del otoño color fuego del infierno. Y yo saldre a la calle, y pisare mis dudas una a una. No hay un tiro que yo falle si apunto a la luna. Escribo mis lamentos para lamentar mis escritos, y poder preguntarle al viento donde coño tu te has ido. Estas cadenas, que me cansan al andar, llevan escritas tu nombre y me frenan al volar. No cortes mis alas, que me guian hacia ti, porque encontrare a otro que me haga un poco mas feliz. MM

Co-razones

miércoles, 13 de julio de 2011

Like a RocknRoll hero.

Heaven can wait , I got a taste of Paradise. Only you can find who you really wanna be. If there is a stairway to heaven, I swear im gonna fuckin find it. Ive been through the fires of hell, and Ive got the ashes to prove it.
And some days I pray for silence, and some days I pray for my soul. Some days I just pray to the God of sex, drugs and Rocknroll.

Taylor Momsen


My heart is hurting, but my smile is doing allright. I always smile and take off my halo at night. I am heaven sent, sold my soul for 7 cents, and a beer. Oh, how I just wish that you were here. In the morning, I spread my wings and I disappear. Nobody knows where I go. All these magic places where the music glows. Its a sweet melody, filled with fantasy. Too much for a man to see in this world of ecstasy. Pleasure is all we`ve got, so many feelings that society just forgot. So I wonder... Is there a world for all those abandoned emotions? Up above the sky or deep down in the oceans? Have we become numb with so much pain surrounding us? Or are we just too dumb to learn how to let go of the past? But only one thing is certain: Good things never last. MM
My Medicine - The Pretty Reckless

domingo, 12 de junio de 2011

Wasted sunsets.

She came on like a teaser, I had to touch to please her. Enjoy a little paradise.

Ian Gillan

Oh, he pisado un caracol (col col), ya no padra sacar sus cuernos al sol (sol sol). No hay nubes en mis tormentas, no hay flores en mi paraiso. Por cada excusa que te inventas, un previo aviso. Nunca te das cuenta, tiendes al compromiso, y yo sueño que me ahogo al responderte indeciso. Oh, nuestro futuro es tan impreciso. Asusta vivir el presente, como un inmaduro adolescente. Somos superheroes, ¿Lo sabias? Luchamos por nuestras fantasias. MP

martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

Seventeen forever.

Sids suicide note:
"We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. 
Goodbye."
Nancy was buried in a Jewish cemetery and Vicious, who was not Jewish, could not be buried with her. According to the book Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain, Vicious' mother scattered his ashes over Nancy's grave.


Sid Vicious

So, here we are. You smoking and im playing my guitar. You try a kiss, you miss. Dont even start. The hookah at the corner of my room, like a sad abandoned groom. An empty bottle of rum, and im feeling so numb. The notes wont come out right, it all looks darker tonight. I stare deep in your eyes and suddenly realice, as I watch the smke of your last cigarrette fly away, that we have nothing left to say. Same old story, late night glory. But no, you wont get a kiss, dont insist. Any heart I aim at, I dont miss. My love for you doesnt exist. I used to get so pissed, but now I dont even care. You know what there is, so stop acting like this. Last time I kicked you out our fight was so loud, the neighbours complained. But you always come back, its so insane. You say of all the girls, you like me the most. Oh, but im like a ghost, my love will never be real. Real deal. You dont own my heart, nobody does. My heart belongs to art and to the past. MP




A good thing never ends.

"Its allright letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back"

Mick Jagger
The past is a great place and I dont want to erase it or regret it, but I dont want to be its prisoner either.

                                I CANT GET NO SATISFACTION!

Maybe I should stop making up songs, thinking you are there to listen. Maybe baby I was just all wrong, but I swear Ive got my reasons. You never knew what you made me feel, it makes it seem a little bit unreal. People call me crazy, but they have no clue. Im just a little lazy and in love with you. Baby lie beside me while the sky turns dark blue, let me show you this magical view. Lets throw our suitcase to the ocean, we wont need it in this world ruled by ilusion.  MP

domingo, 29 de mayo de 2011

Cigarretes and alcohol

"Discipline? I dont know the meaning of that word"

Liam Gallagher
Is it my imagination, or have I finally found something worth living for? I was looking for some action, but all I found was cigarettes and alcohol. Is it worth the aggravation, to find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for? It's a crazy situation, but all I need are cigarettes and alcohol.

You say you wish things were a different way, but your eyes give you away. I know our love gets weaker every day, with every word we say. Lets go outside and play, make the grey sky fade away. Lets pretend that we are okay. Lets pretend you never left, that you stayed. And who will take the blame? Everything changed since you came, I cant pretend its all the same, I refuse to play your game. Its getting kind of lame, I cant even remember my name. I hope you go to hell and burn in flames. Since you took that plane, all I feel is pain, just like a chain. Its killing my heart and then me brain, its so insane. I hope you get hit by a train, and my tears stop falling like rain. I know it was a mistake, that kind of chance you shouldnt take. I hope you drown down a lake, and stop being so fake. My heart is not something to break, get out of my life already, for Gods sake.  MP