Click your heels

Things've changed, the feeling's not the same.
I saw you, in my dreams, and I didn't feel the need 
to run after you, in complete desperation, as before.
I saw and it just happened, special but meaningless.


This is me setting you free, me telling you you can move on,
liberating you from the obligation of taking care of me.
You don't own me or owe me no more, I am for myself and I knew
when I felt your touch, that the love was gone.


I don't expect that much from now on, except for the ocasional stare,
the moment when your eyes glaze onto mine and make them implote.
I'm not gonna ask anything from you because that's not my place aymore,
but I'd love you had the decency of hiding her, just a little bit more.


Mademoiselle Julietté,

Take off your skin

Things might picture better but, believe me, I'm still not OK.
I can sing and I do it all the time.
Doesn't mean that I'm happy, doesn't mean that I'm healed.
Because forgetting seems so easy when it's someone else's life that we're talking about, forgiving and moving on seem like completely simple facts. So hypocrite of you.
If I look good today and the pain has gone away you go on just like nothing happened, but I remember what it felt like yesterday and, even worse, I got the fear of feeling like that again.
So it's never gone, even when it is, it never is. That said, don't smile and say it's gonna be fine, because it just won't. I hate optimism when you know things are not gonna resolve themselves in a good way. It's like pretending someone isn't dead or something.
I also hate the whole idea of faith, it's like saying "let's go take a nap and wait for Jesus to pay our bills, fix our TV, cure my dad's cancer and make me rich and famous". Don't be so lazy people, do something for your lives, nothing just "happens".
Fuck you.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
All that frustration because I'm losing my gift as a poetess. Should I try in spanish once again?

Stupid Girl(s)

OK, this is so not what I want my first post of the year to be about, but I gotta get something out of my system. Just for the record and once again, it should be about how great I am or my plans for this year, NOT THIS.
Let me ask you this one thing, have you ever met one of those girls who are beautiful, charming, a little bit stupid, as rich as hell, hot and persuasive? Well, I happen to know zillions of girls like that.
What I wanted to discuss with you is how and why do these girls end the same way every single time: tacky, surrounded by bad influences, overdosed, pregnant, with lung cancer, poor, selling their own bodies and being everyone else's one night stands.
Isn't it sad? That someone with that power and that potential ends up losing control and just heading to the wrong direction? It's not like they're the most wit or intelligent but it's just pathetic to see them on the street carrying a 30 pound baby bump or stumbling on a five thousand dollar skanky dress and a broken pair of nine inch heels.
So I ask to myself, why does this happen? Because it seems like it all follows a pattern, like a sociological cliché or a one way ticket to hell, if you know what I mean.
What is it about this stupid, messed up society, that tells them the best way of living and looking cool is smoking, drinking, doing drugs and getting laid? What makes someone think that giving it all away is better than keeping it to yourself? Says someone who hasn't been in those girls shoes, fortunately, but someone who has seen many of this girls throwing up on their on shoes so... take it or leave it, I had to do it.
Now please kids, go to bed and think if this is how you want the world to remember you AND keep in mind that you're not indestructible and that all your actions have consequences even if you don't notice them right now. The shit that smells the worse is the shit you've been accumulating under your shoe for a long time without noticing.
Whatever I feel so "mum" right now, it just seems pathetic. Thanks mum and dad for making me not be slutty and stupid. And I excuse you both because even if I don't have the beauty I got the brains and the talent.
Word on the street is I lost the ability or the will to write. Non of them are true, FYI I'm working on an idea for a new novel, more futuristic and fantasy-type, with some elements of human thinking and the value we give to material things. I'm also doing some research on some philosophical issues for an essay I've been meaning to get round with since forever and never had the chance.
That's it.




Mademoiselle Juliettè,
You can play this game with me, but you know you're gonna lose!