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A blogpost about what I do to not be creating art, and how to stay unhappy.
Seeking motivation when feeling in need of a little push. Someone who believes in me. Anybody. I wish I had people around who could tell me that I can do it. That they’re proud of me for what I’m doing. Recognition and acknowledgment. Basic things that I believe everyone needs at different degrees. I want…
Hello, Here’s a new beat that I made recently. I hope that you like it. I spent several days without making any music. I’ve been, however, playing my guitar and doing freestyles in Spanish to get a creative flow going. I’m finally sleeping better and feel like a human being again. I feel that my…
Where you been? I was longing for your return Waiting for my turn To share with you my dream A dream about a place Full of music and light Where I had to inevitably embrace The beauty in your eyes When you look at me And ask me why I answer nothing I have nowhere…
I started to hear our song The one that we danced Together, as one, as a whole With our bodies and souls I realize that you’re not here Not with me, not together anymore And we’re not dancing either Our bodies and souls are now apart Silence is what I want Please turn off the…
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” ― Ernest Hemingway This quote has been inside my mind lately. Most of my writing is inspired by what’s hurting and confusing me. The struggles of trying to give meaning to what I can’t explain to someone in person. Explaining how I feel can be problematic. Sometimes, I…
During the night I feel them Coming thirsty Eating my will and confidence A thousand hands Reaching to my mind Touching my fears Tempting with my life A voice speaking “Good night” Until I fall sleep Nightmares rising Waking alone Full of marks and scars Inside my thoughts I’m becoming An outsider of my own…
You and I created a mountain Made of rocks of love and distance Bushes of hugs and feelings We build a hard resistance We went high, very high Reaching the sky Creating a new life Turning darkness into light Suddenly, after a long time Our apex, our top became cold Full of ice Our mountain…
“I remember the blood on the walls. The painting on the wall, it was her, the maiden with the black dress. It was her gaze, her black eyes that looked at me. The red was everywhere. I can’t forget it. I was laying on the floor, anxious and paranoid. And then, I saw hell on…
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