You'd better pray to the Lord

When you see those flying saucers

It may be the coming of the Judgment Day

It's never too late to become what you might have been.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning. 

"I think it's dark and it looks like rain," you said.

"The wind is blowing like the end of the world," you said.

"And it's so cold, like the cold if you were dead," and then you smiled for a second.

"I think I'm cold, and I'm feeling in pain," you said.

"And it's all running out, like the cold if you were dead," and then you smiled for a second.

Sometimes you make me feel like I am living at the edge of the world.

"It's just the way I smile," you said.

There's little in taking or leaving. There's little in water or wine. This living, this living, this living was never a proyect of mine.

Memento homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris

One Perfect Rose

I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if it’s just for a second, that I've crossed your mind. 

I love walking in the rain
          because nobody can see me crying...

Ideas that you'll never find,
all the inventors could never design.


The sign that I couldn't read,
or a light that I couldn't see.


Some things you have to believe,
but others are puzzles, puzzling me.

No, he's giving us rope - so that we'll hang ourselves.

They say we leave this world just the way we came into it ---- naked and alone. So, if we do leave with nothing, What then, is a measure of a life? Is it defined by the people we choose to love? Or is life simply measured by our accomplishments? And what if we fail? Or are never truly loved? What then? Can we ever measure up? Or will the quiet desperation of a life gone wanting, drive us mad?