tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113453202024-03-07T18:13:21.615-06:00Life is an auto-psychoanalysisfragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-72476476836865951212011-09-24T19:13:00.002-05:002011-09-24T19:18:13.675-05:00ShelterYou're a thief.<br />Give me back my self, give me back my path to myself.fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-82502597759715965622011-01-22T16:54:00.001-06:002011-01-22T16:54:58.547-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >2011</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >new beginning</span></b></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-77409930354523661902011-01-04T18:49:00.001-06:002011-01-04T18:53:22.517-06:00Bursting Bubble<p><i><br /></i></p> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;">I find a map and draw a straight line</div><div style="text-align: center;">Over rivers, farms, and state lines</div><div style="text-align: center;">The distance from A to where you’d B (be)</div><div style="text-align: center;">It’s only finger-lengths that I see</div><div style="text-align: center;">I touch the place</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where I’d find your face</div><div style="text-align: center;">My fingers in creases of distant dark places</div><p></p> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;">I hang my coat up in the first bar</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is no peace that I’ve found so far</div><div style="text-align: center;">The laughter penetrates my silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">As drunken men find flaws in science</div><p></p> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Their words mostly noises</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ghosts with just voices</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Your words in my memory</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Are like music to me</i></span></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">I’m miles from where you are</div><div style="text-align: center;">I lay down on the cold ground</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I, I pray that something picks me up</div><div style="text-align: center;">And sets me down in your warm arms</div><p></p> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;">After I have traveled so far</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>We’d set the fire to the third bar</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">We’d share each other like an <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>island</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until exhausted, close our eyelids</div><div style="text-align: center;">And dreaming, pick up from the last place we left off</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your soft skin is weeping a joy you can’t keep in</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-55676346704726633392010-12-10T13:16:00.004-06:002010-12-10T13:24:29.677-06:00The girl in a carton box.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >She was locked in a carton box. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >With a peep hole, seeing life passing by. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Never thought it would be so easy to set herself free. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >She had the key in front of her, all the time. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >But when the "red thing" passes by, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >our sight gets so blurry, not able to see for real. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >She was locked in a carton box, but not for so long. </span></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-51871808519135396602010-12-06T20:03:00.001-06:002010-12-06T20:03:00.919-06:00Is it possible, finally, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of each other?
<br>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de Telcelfragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-86067628813509755422010-12-05T21:25:00.002-06:002010-12-05T21:29:08.768-06:00Chronicle.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I picked up the phone.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ten minutes please" - said the girl on the other end. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Excuse me? To whom did you wish to speak?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"To you of course, ten minutes please. That's all we need to understand each other."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Understand each other?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Each other's feelings"</span>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-72063763057321660302010-11-12T14:43:00.003-06:002010-11-19T11:27:10.340-06:00Always malaise.Confusion and malaise are chasing me.<br />They are constantly poking my back.<br /><div style="text-align: right;">They are constantly blurring my sight.<br /></div>These "hostiles" I thought would never come back,<br />are in that corner, staring and waiting for me to open my soul's door.<br />I want to runaway and never look back.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Feel free, free of all this flooding in my heart and soul.<br /></div>I want to runaway and never look back.fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-77071186656331148822010-10-19T15:34:00.003-05:002010-10-19T16:05:35.192-05:00VignetteFate is like a sandstorm, it can change direction anytime, anywhere.fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-84092022729644157822010-10-19T14:59:00.002-05:002010-10-19T15:02:28.572-05:00The End of The Affair<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an abscence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space. </span></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-55606320324045310312010-02-25T21:44:00.002-06:002010-02-25T21:52:16.943-06:00julian plenti / mex. 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3MeGhLU7-XcxH6yo4ulaYqF7zwSTZWUBel5ct6FW_PwkDw2yCq3QmrFxg-b03cW7eaJcGJvk2kWULi1Clivs0VqoFbR8gKTb-_KzuGRFAhBMyxVD695KyhQMkRaN_tmKI73E/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3MeGhLU7-XcxH6yo4ulaYqF7zwSTZWUBel5ct6FW_PwkDw2yCq3QmrFxg-b03cW7eaJcGJvk2kWULi1Clivs0VqoFbR8gKTb-_KzuGRFAhBMyxVD695KyhQMkRaN_tmKI73E/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393571099433170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2RmbFeaDA4KHb2AKrz1wvSELclMqsTjx59y6rTaPoM_Z9wb7MshphoPeQi1Raz2kwh5z9N_dGMl06mGpyGYtCazZ8rAz2WVJrfzKfoNvCk642MLxIFAfIQ7E6wC7MqCZyQ54/s1600-h/20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2RmbFeaDA4KHb2AKrz1wvSELclMqsTjx59y6rTaPoM_Z9wb7MshphoPeQi1Raz2kwh5z9N_dGMl06mGpyGYtCazZ8rAz2WVJrfzKfoNvCk642MLxIFAfIQ7E6wC7MqCZyQ54/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393560011264162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">fly as you might!</span></span><br /><br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-37072004462184028952010-01-25T16:28:00.004-06:002013-07-14T14:27:29.119-05:00the commitment<br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">a whirl of emotions, mixed and scrambled</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">pictures scatterd in my old yellow briks, </span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">don't know what to do or feel when I revive them</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so I try to pull them out with my fishing rod, </span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">but some of ' em are too heavy, too good to bear in mind.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i wish so hard everyday, wish so hard not to crumble.</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">to be supportive. to just be there, silent.</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="background-color: #ebeff9;" title="me aferraré a la idea de que pertenecemos juntas">I cling to the idea that we belong together</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I do not accept to see my life without you.</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so, </span><span class="medium_text" id="result_box" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span title="propongo un camino juntas, sin importar las piedras que se interpongan en el camino.">I propose a path together, regardless of the stones that stand in the road.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span class="medium_text" id="result_box" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span title="te amo en las buenas y en las malas.">I love you through thick and thin.</span></span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">never forget that. never.</span></span><br />
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f.</div>
fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-53902147274622503142010-01-18T15:41:00.002-06:002010-01-18T15:57:08.289-06:00The Unknown I<div style="text-align: center;">Does 2 lovers's <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">heart </span></span>beat at the same time?<br />Do they see the same stars at night when <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">sleeping apart</span>?<br /><br />f.<br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-47184220379509374642009-11-22T17:53:00.001-06:002009-11-22T18:01:41.121-06:00november<div style="text-align: center;">My soul has been ripped<br /><div style="text-align: right;">by the knives of slow time<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-86716507027843971822009-06-01T23:07:00.003-05:002009-06-01T23:33:19.645-05:00The Pendulum<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">a</span> pit full of emotions<br />half-<span style="font-size:85%;">f</span><span style="font-size:130%;">u</span><span style="font-size:180%;">ll </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">...e</span><span style="font-size:130%;">m</span><span style="font-size:100%;">p</span><span style="font-size:85%;">t</span><span style="font-size:78%;">y </span>...<br />or<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">f</span>ull to the <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">brim</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">t</span>he gazing <span style="font-size:130%;">e</span>y<span style="font-size:180%;">e</span><br />completely alien<br />betrays<br />becoming<br />a witness of the grim<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">t</span>he question<br />is<br />for us to ease?<br />"how far is it worth...<br />...if life is nothing but a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;">dream</span>?"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">-f-</span><br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-1113419718490436552008-12-14T14:08:00.003-06:002008-12-14T14:23:37.647-06:00Bricks<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Limitations and a red line, what is right and wrong always glued on my forehead. All this mixture create a mask and a wall I dont wanna carry on my back. Fake illusions, always trying to give the correct amount of sympathy for them. But in the end, that was it: just fake illusions. I keep wondering, is it me? do I have the key for compasion?, is there a magical spell to open the door of happiness?<br />where is the red botton?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Many others think all this pressure is for granted.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Those many others think they have this keen eye.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Those particular others....</span><br /><br />Sometimes I feel I am pushing this to hard.<br />Sometimes I just feel I have to let the flow go.<br />Sometimes I literally feel like choking on the unawareness of their sight.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">All this demons I´ve created are becoming spies, witnessess of my future plans. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I hope they keep quiet.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I hope they keep staring, mouthless and cautious.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...for the sake of my mind.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">f.</span></span><br /></span></span></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-40918862082239620412008-10-25T17:24:00.004-05:002008-10-25T17:43:09.535-05:00The H sonnet for Love<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;">f</span>or many years you've been more of a <strong>hindrance</strong> than a <strong>help</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your "true" presence seems to be a <strong>hoax</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and the consequence: bewildered minds</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your words are a <strong>hodgepodge</strong> of senses inside</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">and, </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">in spite of all these, I consantly pay <strong>homage</strong> to this Queen,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the Master of all times</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the Greatest part of my life: "a <strong>hearty</strong> greeting to <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">L O V E </span></strong>".</span><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">frags</span></strong>.</div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-23928068039788449642008-10-16T13:09:00.003-05:002008-10-20T22:01:13.280-05:00Reflex<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRJu-lBaei_ITX10OCttT7Ex9TddkAQwSRo7H2G_EKb2C-Ebqy-hiFx8_Gz4xqHjKoz99v9zv1yGcomHaloccufu3luZa_ryjhKh5YeTP2vaXNuOXX_e9Lj3kBb-8ML8gz_j-/s1600-h/espejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816001698505394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRJu-lBaei_ITX10OCttT7Ex9TddkAQwSRo7H2G_EKb2C-Ebqy-hiFx8_Gz4xqHjKoz99v9zv1yGcomHaloccufu3luZa_ryjhKh5YeTP2vaXNuOXX_e9Lj3kBb-8ML8gz_j-/s320/espejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A</span></span>s strange as it may seem, this constant movement inside is motivating.<br /></div><div id="result_box" dir="ltr"><div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: center">Far from wanting to flee, (or else dissappear to feel safe), my "vulnerable self" is kept still, motionless by the gaze.<br />I look askance. Half closed, "tired eyelids".<br />My mind doesn't stop thinking:<br />Is this is a sign of victory?<br /></div><div id="result_box" dir="ltr" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">Does this mirror reflects me as I am?</span> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">I am scared of what I see, of what I feel.</span><br />Here is the ladder.<br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)">fgmta.</span> </div></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-63359691742906482202008-08-08T02:12:00.002-05:002008-08-08T02:14:58.904-05:00Two<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9d6XPJmO2tstsW3lVr1zP8Wf5jj8HCpYUmfW3H1I_XJpt0VeKzerUgbkoSst1VTO7xn3n-itQfT7W5BuJ6PK970CQbx6-rGs1KjQEETKDTHHoNwjlCL6cdA_ltS-HaO1v6Ik/s1600-h/old+port+blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9d6XPJmO2tstsW3lVr1zP8Wf5jj8HCpYUmfW3H1I_XJpt0VeKzerUgbkoSst1VTO7xn3n-itQfT7W5BuJ6PK970CQbx6-rGs1KjQEETKDTHHoNwjlCL6cdA_ltS-HaO1v6Ik/s320/old+port+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232041712186046770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Montreal 2008</span><br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-34300589858030408332008-08-05T15:46:00.003-05:002008-08-05T16:01:32.010-05:00Almost 6 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWldkAnU9pwYP27o-7uQmND1Ly7vyjBhAuCwlvho-8oAXUSUaF8APoWW9R94XSNZ-StzsBfJAYrUTc_tm6tVoxahnAtOoBGqSY-J8HjP5ga1Yv88TFvXmOcEUNeuW7Z0_ZgR4/s1600-h/globo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWldkAnU9pwYP27o-7uQmND1Ly7vyjBhAuCwlvho-8oAXUSUaF8APoWW9R94XSNZ-StzsBfJAYrUTc_tm6tVoxahnAtOoBGqSY-J8HjP5ga1Yv88TFvXmOcEUNeuW7Z0_ZgR4/s320/globo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231141374120132498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">pic by: </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Fragz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Montreal 2008</span><br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-21266219797530898492008-08-02T16:13:00.004-05:002008-08-02T16:44:07.284-05:00antics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeX9VMf_njf3b9gsm18MEYRZVnOm7TJUTpGt4AVdtuVwKj0o__ZrtU-TjUuAY2CWDdh2bHiN4KSX5F9-4qVCdsfraNDEZ3Jz97nc-rFX99d33aPFuzBWD1CsSprHYQmqigcxht/s1600-h/antics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeX9VMf_njf3b9gsm18MEYRZVnOm7TJUTpGt4AVdtuVwKj0o__ZrtU-TjUuAY2CWDdh2bHiN4KSX5F9-4qVCdsfraNDEZ3Jz97nc-rFX99d33aPFuzBWD1CsSprHYQmqigcxht/s320/antics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230039260309838562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...I swallowed the letter. Each word cut my throat. Each sentence tore my flesh from inside. I kept wondering why I felt so much anger every time I swallowed a piece of paper. Blood came out in tears. Everything you wrote was a sharp knife. Eventhough i never knew what you wrote. I bleeded myself dry, and my heart is white now. I still keep wondering what was written in that letter.</span><br /></div><br />F.fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-54613451636665800432008-07-29T13:20:00.001-05:002008-07-29T13:22:34.720-05:00Fixing<div style="text-align: center;">Invisible.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want the staring.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart is blaming herself.<br /><br />F.<br /></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-10708030503931381402008-06-12T17:02:00.002-05:002008-06-12T17:13:01.017-05:00Panic Attack<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>blurry sight</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>fear ghosts pass by</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>you have so much to give</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>and so much to receive</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>the clock is ticking</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>time is waiting to be taken</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>here, take it, this one is for you</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>only your soul will know what to do</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>i am here, heart open</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>the rest is still unwritten</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>this story depends on <span style="color:#cc33cc;">you</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">frag.<br />™</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /> </span></strong></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-21203033891752682992008-06-08T18:17:00.003-05:002008-06-08T18:28:22.429-05:00dunes<div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">fear is the mind killer</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">we haven't met</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">don't hesitate</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">both are one</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">hearts unite</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">don't waste time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">our love is passionate</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">we must be brave</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">don't step back</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">too good to be true</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">no reason to be over</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">don't navigate</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">i love u</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">you love me</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;">the only thing that matters.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;">frag</span>.</span></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-50979119102751746952008-06-08T14:43:00.002-05:002008-06-08T14:53:18.408-05:00seven days<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#993399;">time traveller</span><br />1 second<br />i need her<br />the other minute<br />i want her<br />endlessly<br />eternally<br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">[(((for a moment i want to rip my heart)))</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">(((my mind)))</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">(((my face)))</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">and become a non - hearted stranger</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">without you my heart is lost</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">dead</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">melancholic]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><br /><span style="color:#666600;">time traveller</span><br /></span>i am seeking for boundaries<br />to delimit my space & mind<br />to delimit my heart<br />and avoid the leaks of love<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><br />time traveller</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a light of love<br />i am just waiting for that precise second<br />so my eyes can see her again</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and start this story<br />this cycle<br />for eternal life</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">frag</span>.</span></span></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11345320.post-48110038778927523212008-06-05T18:31:00.003-05:002008-06-05T18:43:59.267-05:00so much to give<div align="center">i walk</div><div align="center">i see</div><div align="center">i think</div><div align="center">i conclude</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">two distant hearts</div><div align="center">one meaningful feeling</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i need to see you</div><div align="center">i so much need to feel you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i trust </div><div align="center">i believe</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">don't want to fall</div><div align="center">don't want to be hurt</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">my head is up</div><div align="center">my heart is anxious</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">on behalf of love: this is mine</div><div align="center">i got so much to give</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">frag</span></strong></div>fragmatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15496152332483529005noreply@blogger.com1