Yes, I know. But what else is there? To stop? The end came to soon.. To live.

Tu camino ha tomado un nuevo rumbo, te has ido con tu sonrisa, tus poesías, tu fortaleza y tu pasión me inspiraron y sin embargo seguiremos recordándote cuando montabas tus galantes cab...

Your voice is rustling the falling… the marble angel praying over you has cold hands that give no recompense So many stones

Ella tenia un buen sentido del hum… Ella era la risa Conocia la desaprobación de todos Debía de haberle alabado desde ant… Si es que su cielo alguna vez habl…

I was raised a Mexican Catholic, growing up neurotically guilty in the cobblestoned streets of Aqu… a mining city of Ore but a vibrant… and brick stoned colorful churches…

He walks the beach Looking into the ocean A sadness creeps across his face. Thoughts of years gone by Without memory of them are brought…

Slamming the door as I storm out… Cold from the concrete penetrates… I pick up the only thing close, a… Angry words still burn in my mind… Self centered, childish words all…

Way up high, on the very top shelf I found a dusty book written about… Its cover was thick and hard as a… Its contents were bound by a small… But, with magic understanding, it…

I don’t want to sleep tonight there’s nothing left to dream Tell me pretty stories Dear illustrate a scene Take me back to time long past

I’m not thinking anymore. Not thinking. Not remembering. Not planning. Not giving.

A man of modest means, he worked in a theater but was not a star or actor at first. No career, just a job and