Thursday, May 28, 2009


When I was 15 years old I devoured my first Edgar Allan Poe book; it was "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque", a collection of short stories, containing some of the best from him.

It also included "The Raven", "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket" and "The Gold-Bug". Such stories got a huge impact on my young self. The things I write about today are influenced by this author. He has an impact on the things I dream, to this day.I love (still do) the horror, the shock, the resurrected and the undead, the cryptography, the loneliness. The detective work...

Music by:My chemical romance [Blood]

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Wartime sounds

It's just like this only second everything has just stopped. Like a stepwatch measuring the last lap of a sucesion of an infinite of forgetted ones. Look behind and watch what you have dealed with; and no guarantee of going forward after that. Nice, but is starting to become common for me.

I look on the optimistic side of things everytime I need to do it. Why? I can't figure it out really. It's like start tripping on thin ice for a long long time; just wondering when the surface would break so I would finally feel the bone chilling cold at his very meaning. It's like hoping for falling to finally start going up. Nice dream by this point.

The problem is when this is actually becoming the problem; so tripping now makes me trip even more. I do, and I'm not proud of it. At the end is a part of me and I'm the only responsible for going ahead. ... responsible?

Wow, Now I sound as what you hate.

Music by: Aphex Twins [Come with Daddy]