Dedicated to the band of UTA with which I spent beautiful moments full of light, music and dance ...
"Eternity is in the pages of a tabloid"
I am a poor devil who works at night and sleeps during the day wrong. I never thought that death would affect my life so much so. Insomnia in the days of depression was unbearable to the extent that I was about to tear my eyes to winnow out the window of my room every day that mangy dog \u200b\u200bsaw me sad when I left my home.
Accept the work for the need for formality and although my two years of nightlife closer and I see the edge of the end I still like driving my car on the roads in the dark watching me irreparable crashes where blood flows freely through the streets, prostitutes on every corner offering magical and comforting to those crazy vampires travelers that come to try to suck some of its soul full of sorrow round full moonlight where lives are at risk for a pesos.
it has become in my life: Vampire night visions and solitude accompanied by moments of almost always on the wet pavement reflecting the neon lights of the city on its black surface filled with stories that would absorb. And while it's sad, because I do not see more light, excites me to live with the imminent danger to me. Finally we are all close to the dividing line that separates some of the other death and eternity.
I've seen people die in car accidents. On one occasion two young men gave their lives when I will escape to eternity. His fate was to die and their crazy screams filled with despair, his last breath and the smell blood from the debris and twisted iron never erase from my mind: one more memory to the chest that keeps my anxiety, my madness, my anxiety and my depression broad, extensive ...
And that since she died and I do not want out in the sun, the days that are so common to the majority. I have no desire to go to the supermarket early the park to eat ice cream in the afternoon, to buy a hamburger into the night. I'd rather sleep in the day dreaming of what might be but it never materializes beautifully stays there, in the recesses of the unconscious ...
Yes, now I'm unconscious.
And when awake and I rise from my bed, drenched in sweat and still having visions play, the only thing I managed to do is to prepare my immediate destination. And no long-term plan because I have the idea, and irrefutable, it will soon reach the end. There is now only survive and eagerly wait to get next to this couple to hug and say, I finally arrived! that everything is going well.
Never again be at her side, or in death, for I know that I go to the place of the tragic and she Ha! that of the commons. For now I'm content with being, and without spirit, by which they arrive, like vampires, try to keep my own. Always, inevitably, they end up moving away when they realize I'm empty. Flee and never return to be the same. I will continue touring
avenues lit by lanterns and dirty yellowish maybe now if is forever linked with the pavement and run my blood, my tears and my soul freely to the nearest sewer, that my eternity is expressed in the front page of a tabloid newspaper.
Don Fer. September 2008
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