• Neon lights. Reflecting in my eyes. The only place I feel at home. Alone but not alone. The breeze can listen to My many wild thoughts about you. Left behind in a waste of a land, I think I finally understand How much I depend on you. And I think You do too. •

A writer some will call me. But am I truly a writer when I can not get people to read my books? An author some will call me but am I author when I can not write one single word down? What am I then if not a writer or an author? What can I be if I can not figure that out? If I am not a writer have I wasted my whole life trying to be so,thing I am not? All I know is I was born to write it is something I have always wanted to do but everyone said not too. Being a writer does not pay they said to me

Nunca um dia lhe parecera tão longo e tão curto ao mesmo tempo. Perdeu as contas de quantos suspiros dera. Ao chegar ao último turno do dia, os ombros já estavam encolhidos. Os olhos, cansados sob os óculos de armação escura. Em sua mente, preocupações mil. As de amanhã teriam de esperar. As de hoje eram prioridade. Uma angústia quase palpável a envolvia. Surpresa por ter suportado mais um dia, ela deitou a cabeça no travesseiro, afinal as mazelas do amanhã aguardavam ansiosas, por sua vez.

Deep thoughts The deepest of thoughts Why do we think everyday? Why do we have to plan ahead? Why do we stress the brain everyday? Why can’t some other brain think for us? Why do we think and get tired of thinking? So many questions huh? But how else can the brain really work if we don’t reason?

Esas bestias horrendas están por todas partes. Buscándome, tratando de cazarme. Solo me buscan por morbo, porque no les serviré de nada. Al principio eran curiosas, ahora son repugnantes. Los he visto demasiadas veces ya. Son sanguinarios y otros me quieren comer solo para sentir el sabor amargo de mi carne. Definitivamente...los humanos son abominables. -El Yeti (Abominable hombre de las nieves) /Confesiones de monstruos/

My heart is dead by chaotic head disease...

El niño corrió rápido hasta la cama cuando apagó la luz. Se escondió debajo de las sábanas y tembló un poco. Sintió mi mano llegar a la suya para reconfortarlo y enseguida se calmó y soltó su característica risita de pequeño soñador. Entonces se sintió un golpe fuerte, un grito y algo cayendo con estruendo y él volvió a temblar. —¿Ese es el monstruo de la sala? Negué mirándolo triste —Peor, pequeño, son adultos... Y lo abracé. -El monstruo de debajo de cama /Confesiones de monstruos/

qué piensas de la canción" coffee for you head"? // what do you think about the song "coffee for you head"?

"The sound of leaves rustling. Rain hammering against the trees, thick drops splashing against the ground after they fall from the leaves. Two small children are joyfully playing in the rain. However, their joy stops soon..." No! Oh, Lyra, don't ruin the poor kids' joy! Oh? Yes, I know some suffering is necessary for the story's sake, BUT DON'T TOUCH THE CHILDREN!!! Okay, fine, I'll let you finish. "A bear..." AAAAH!!! A BEAR!!! "..." Lyra? "..." I think she left. Oops!

We don’t really know anything because nothing is guaranteed. If you’re never going to know something for sure, than why not explore everything? Why limit yourself to one possibility when there is an infinity out there? I don’t understand how people think in one way when there are so many ways to be thought.

In November of 2007 I traveled to Santiago de Chile to participate in a psychology congress, due to my disinterest in the news, I did not realize that on those same dates the Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez arrived in the Chilean capital. Like his namesake, I experienced paranoid and meticulous (but necessary) security measures in "El Dorado" (Colombian airport) during a stopover. I never felt as observed as during the isolation for a few hours to which I was subjected.

• It's been 3 days since I last slept. All the thoughts I had, my mind had kept. To replay at the dawn of night. Keeping me awake 'til the sun hit my room, bright. What I could have said. What I could have done. What could have changed. Could have. Turning in my bed, I know none Of what I did to fade In the hollows of the covers In the shade Of my bed. Because it's been 3 days since I last slept. •

• It's been 3 days since I last slept. All the thoughts I had, my mind had kept. To replay at the dawn of night. Keeping me awake 'til the sun hit my room, bright. What I could have said. What I could have done. What could have changed. Could have. Turning in my bed, I know none Of what I did to fade In the hollows of the covers In the shade Of my bed. Because it's been 3 days since I last slept. •

• It's been 3 days since I last slept. All the thoughts I had, my mind had kept. To replay at the dawn of night. Keeping me awake 'til the sun hit my room, bright. What I could have said. What I could have done. What could have changed. Could have. Turning in my bed, I know none Of what I did to fade In the hollows of the covers In the shade Of my bed. Because it's been 3 days since I last slept. •

• It's been 3 days since I last slept. All the thoughts I had, my mind had kept. To replay at the dawn of night. Keeping me awake 'til the sun hit my room, bright. What I could have said. What I could have done. What could have changed. Could have. Turning in my bed, I know none Of what I did to fade In the hollows of the covers In the shade Of my bed. Because it's been 3 days since I last slept. •

Buscando un camino, Rompiendo barreras, Esperaba ser fuerte Y logré que me quisieras.

aquellos estereotipos ¿estamos sujetos a cumplirlas?, Porque definen quién debemos ser y como deberíamos ser, ¿no es tonto?, Muchos dicen que la belleza es subjetiva pero ¿No es lo primero en lo que nos fijamos?, Por qué no aceptar esas pequeñas sicatrices en la piel que demuestran esas batallas inmensas, por qué hacen sentir menos a otros, entendemos más que nadie que somos distintos y que eso nos vuelve únicos y ¿Por qué no amar eso?, Lo raros y únicos que podemos ser.

A song, perfect way to express your feelings A beautiful, meaningful tool Feelings poured out, like a fool High expectations, awaited responses Meaningful, my passion increases My affection, my heart looses, Thoughts in vane, just malevolently Arouses, impossible to admit, Makes me happy, A hard hit, I feel like a puppy, Needing petting, Loving, tender care It’s all I care, Lust I feel to spare You can look back, but don’t stare Saving a moment to spare Don’t feel scared Trust me Love

A song, perfect way to express your feelings A beautiful, meaningful tool Feelings poured out, like a fool High expectations, awaited responses Meaningful, my passion increases My affection, my heart looses, Thoughts in vane, just malevolently Arouses, impossible to admit, Makes me happy, A hard hit, I feel like a puppy, Needing petting, Loving, tender care It’s all I care, Lust I feel to spare You can look back, but don’t stare Saving a moment to spare Don’t feel scared Trust me Love