Vino Y Ceniza

Yo ya no entiendo las relaciones

Nunca las entendí realmente

Necesito saber si aún soy digno de tus cariños

Si es que no se lo estás dando a otro

Si es así

Bueno…

Paso a paso

Yo sabía que me iba a cagar las bandas que me gustaban, porque paso todo el día pensando en vos

La tienes toda

Recordé muchas cosas con este tema

Me gusta pensar que estás de viaje o enojado conmigo

Porque aún no me creo que te nos fuiste

Descansa amigo ya nos veremos

Se supone que reviví

Porque me siento igual?

Encontré esta foto

Como cabro chico wn jsjsjs

Hoy ordenando mi pieza me encontré un teléfono que ocupaba por ahí en el 2021 y 2022

Que rápido pasa todo y que rápido muere todo

Buenos recuerdos

１８８３ : ELSA ON HER MOTHER MARGARET

I always thought of mothers like nervous chickens, too worried about their clutch to ever hunt for a worm. In my mind, my mother was a BANKER, hoarding my freedom like money. I never once thought of her as a woman with DESIRES and DREAMS and PASSION, though passion is the thing that made me. I lie awake at night and my dreams for this life BURN INSIDE ME as if I'd walked to the campfire and tried to eat it. I watched my mother and I felt FOOLISH for thinking the notion of eating fire was mine alone. IT WAS HERS FIRST. Then she gave it to me. I watched her ride and I didn't see my mother. I saw a woman. And the woman was MAGNIFICENT.