<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821</id><updated>2011-12-03T22:37:00.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...It's Time To Face Our Own Demons...</title><subtitle type='html'>...Time waits...like always...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-5942341680505445138</id><published>2008-10-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:28:14.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Story Of A Lonely Guy...</title><content type='html'>Push it out, fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;AVERT disaster, just in time&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink, cause in a while&lt;br /&gt;Worthless answers from friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;It's dumb to ask, cool to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Girls posess me, but they're never mine&lt;br /&gt;I made my entrance, avoided hazards&lt;br /&gt;Checked my engine, I fell behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel like it's raining outside &lt;br /&gt;And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside &lt;br /&gt;I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom&lt;br /&gt;I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was in the grocery store, now's my time&lt;br /&gt;Lost the words,lost my nerve, lost the girl, left the line&lt;br /&gt;I would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine&lt;br /&gt;So read my book with a boring ending&lt;br /&gt;A short story of a lonely guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who fell behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel like it's raining outside&lt;br /&gt;And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom&lt;br /&gt;I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel like it's raining outside&lt;br /&gt;And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom&lt;br /&gt;I get too scared to move, cause i'm still just a stupid worthless boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-5942341680505445138?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5942341680505445138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=5942341680505445138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/5942341680505445138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/5942341680505445138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2008/10/story-of-lonely-guy.html' title='...Story Of A Lonely Guy...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-6543111745907092124</id><published>2008-10-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:39:54.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Reborn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/SO7cdHQd11I/AAAAAAAAADA/esBWtUS5JeA/s1600-h/2525533185_d4989706df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/SO7cdHQd11I/AAAAAAAAADA/esBWtUS5JeA/s320/2525533185_d4989706df.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380207910377298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to you every now and then &lt;br /&gt;I never felt so alone again &lt;br /&gt;I stop to think at a wishing well &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts send me on a carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am standing on my own &lt;br /&gt;Not a motion from the telephone &lt;br /&gt;I know not a reason why &lt;br /&gt;Solitudes a reason to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see &lt;br /&gt;As school life is a &lt;br /&gt;It is a woken dream &lt;br /&gt;Aren't you feeling alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another &lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another &lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another night alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I walk down the street &lt;br /&gt;I need a job just to sleep in sheets &lt;br /&gt;Buying food every once in a while &lt;br /&gt;But not enough to purchase a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tank of gas is a treasure to me &lt;br /&gt;I know now that nothing is free &lt;br /&gt;I talk to you every now and then &lt;br /&gt;I never felt so alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see &lt;br /&gt;As school life is a &lt;br /&gt;It is a woken dream &lt;br /&gt;Aren't you feeling alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another &lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another &lt;br /&gt;I guess its just another night alone ...+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-6543111745907092124?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/SO7cdHQd11I/AAAAAAAAADA/esBWtUS5JeA/s72-c/2525533185_d4989706df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-1373844371546154130</id><published>2008-01-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:24:01.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Tus Ojos...</title><content type='html'>Puede sonar loco,&lt;br /&gt;Puede sonar raro...&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera te conozco,&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera te agrado...&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay una cosa que es cierta de verdad...&lt;br /&gt;y es que adoro tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;los veo y siento que puedo volar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosé como explicarlo, no le encuentro razón&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el hecho de ver aquellos ojos se me acelera el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosé como lo hiciste, pero de mi mente no los puedo sacar&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera te conozco y ya te quiero enamorar.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez nos veamos en la calle algún día...&lt;br /&gt;ó tal vez nos encontremos...&lt;br /&gt;por el momento lo unico que tengo en mente...&lt;br /&gt;son tus ojos...&lt;br /&gt;no puedo vivr sin ellos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-1373844371546154130?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1373844371546154130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=1373844371546154130' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/1373844371546154130'/><link rel='self' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/R4f2HSYCLTI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fs1wZrVgvt4/s320/Flamesonme+band.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154358903600983346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to never leave yourself to go:       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the back of my heart your eyes go in with your name&lt;br /&gt;if they decline my arms of pain it is for the simplicity of loving yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits like always and compromises my entire skin(leather) waits like always and goes away in your essence&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And not to leave yourself to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your smiles are not for me&lt;br /&gt;it is for that already at all mas have to give &lt;br /&gt;if there is spring in your eyes my love&lt;br /&gt;already it will not be for my kisses and songs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits like always and compromises my entire skin(leather) waits like always and goes away in your essence  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to leave yourself to go &lt;br /&gt;and not to leave yourself to go &lt;br /&gt;and not to leave yourself to go !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;español:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y nunca dejarte ir      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y en el fondo de mi corazon &lt;br /&gt;se clavan tus ojos con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;si decaen mis brazos de dolor&lt;br /&gt;es por la simpleza de quererte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiempo espera como siempre&lt;br /&gt;y compromete mi piel entera  &lt;br /&gt;espera como siempre&lt;br /&gt;y se va en tu esencia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no dejarte ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando tus sonrisas no son para mi&lt;br /&gt;es por que ya nada mas tengo para dar&lt;br /&gt;si hay primavera en tus ojos mi amor&lt;br /&gt;ya no será por mis besos y canciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiempo espera como siempre&lt;br /&gt;y compromete mi piel entera  &lt;br /&gt;espera como siempre&lt;br /&gt;y se va en tu esencia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no dejarte ir&lt;br /&gt;y no dejarte ir&lt;br /&gt;y no dejarte ir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-3953898623190926903?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3953898623190926903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=3953898623190926903' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/3953898623190926903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/3953898623190926903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2008/01/lricas.html' title='...Líricas...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/R4f2HSYCLTI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fs1wZrVgvt4/s72-c/Flamesonme+band.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-3049111351754284482</id><published>2007-12-20T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:14:21.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Sólo son Vidas...</title><content type='html'>María se muere de cáncer,&lt;br /&gt;Pablo fumó su primer cigarro ayer.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia jamás va a volver,&lt;br /&gt;nunca lo superó Javier.&lt;br /&gt;Eduardo borracho llega a casa,&lt;br /&gt;Olga corre a esconderse con Diana.&lt;br /&gt;Laura por fín ha sido mamá.&lt;br /&gt;Raúl desaparece del mapa,&lt;br /&gt;Sara vomita para no engordar.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel come los restos que en la basura deja Clara.&lt;br /&gt;A Marcos lo han vuelto a encarcelar,&lt;br /&gt;Carmen grita libertad.&lt;br /&gt;Fernando tiene miedo,&lt;br /&gt;Moises sigue llorando en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Rebeca se abrocha el cinturón de seguridad,&lt;br /&gt;Nacho ya no puede levantarse de la silla&lt;br /&gt;a abrazar a Soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa y Ángel desean una hija,&lt;br /&gt;así nació Silvia.&lt;br /&gt;Nuria se acostó virgen,&lt;br /&gt;madre se despertó Patricia.&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo cuela en España a Gladielo y sín papeles.&lt;br /&gt;Paco rechaza inmigración pero elige a Joandra en burdeles.&lt;br /&gt;A Inés no le gusta que le toquen,&lt;br /&gt;Sofía cobra por ello.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge no lo haría,&lt;br /&gt;Iván paga por tocar a Consuelo.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro está enfermo y se muere,&lt;br /&gt;Carlos quiere y no puede.&lt;br /&gt;Sergio está fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;Marta sueña con que la quieren,&lt;br /&gt;Isabel con que la dejen,&lt;br /&gt;Ramón no lo comprende.&lt;br /&gt;No es un golpe contra el armario&lt;br /&gt;lo que lleva en la cara Irene.&lt;br /&gt;Víctor no se aclara,&lt;br /&gt;Verónica besa a Alba,&lt;br /&gt;Natalia no llega a fín de mes,&lt;br /&gt;Juan y Elena trabajan y pagan los estudios de Andrés.&lt;br /&gt;Pascual ya es viejo, nota que se va.&lt;br /&gt;Ana acaba de llegar al mundo&lt;br /&gt;y ya ha enamorado a Adrián.&lt;br /&gt;Míriam echa de menos a Alan,&lt;br /&gt;Cristina se muda con Paula.&lt;br /&gt;A Eva conocidos le sobran,&lt;br /&gt;a Carol amigos le faltan.&lt;br /&gt;Rubén es feliz con Arancha,&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo abandona a Charo,&lt;br /&gt;Sonia su corazón ya ha ocupado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David y Esther discuten a diario,&lt;br /&gt;son Merche y Santiago quien más lo sufren&lt;br /&gt;y callados en su cuarto.&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro se ha escapado,&lt;br /&gt;lo buscan Oliver y Lucía.&lt;br /&gt;Bárbara aún llora su pérdida,&lt;br /&gt;pero qué más da, si sólo son vidas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo son vidas,&lt;br /&gt;te has parado a pensar &lt;br /&gt;qué parecidas son la tuya y la mía?&lt;br /&gt;sólo son vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto a las séis entra en fábrica,&lt;br /&gt;a las diez sale Marina.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea olvida fichar&lt;br /&gt;a Belén no le pagan lo que a Germán.&lt;br /&gt;Mónica enseña el puesto nuevo a Pilar.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque Héctor se oponga,&lt;br /&gt;Oscar despide a Fermín,&lt;br /&gt;se tiene que marchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agustín no llena la nevera,&lt;br /&gt;tiene hambre Nerea.&lt;br /&gt;Jose trae esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;Alfonso desilusiona a César.&lt;br /&gt;Luis da puñetazos,&lt;br /&gt;Elías está sangrando,&lt;br /&gt;Raquel a la ambulancia ha avisado.&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz pregunta qué está pasando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesús no sabe qué hacer en el futuro,&lt;br /&gt;aprueba oposiciones Arturo.&lt;br /&gt;Rocío se maquilla para quitarse edad,&lt;br /&gt;Vanesa maquillada parece más mayor,&lt;br /&gt;así Tomás en la discoteca no pide el carné al entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique vende pastillas a Alejandro,&lt;br /&gt;Dadi las ha adulterado,&lt;br /&gt;Teresa las ha tomado,&lt;br /&gt;un tembleque raro siente Juanjo.&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo recuerda la sonrisa de Carla,&lt;br /&gt;el mejor grafiti de Antonio&lt;br /&gt;es el pintado en memoria de Tamara.&lt;br /&gt;Darío entrevista a Roberto,&lt;br /&gt;Tania cruza los dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Emilio tiene talento,&lt;br /&gt;Noelia no confía en Diego.&lt;br /&gt;Macarena odia las fronteras,&lt;br /&gt;Aurelio siente los colores de la bandera.&lt;br /&gt;Joaquín y Blanca reniegan de su tierra,&lt;br /&gt;Hugo gasta en bingos la paga.&lt;br /&gt;Begoña acusa a Adriana.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria roba a Cristin,&lt;br /&gt;Aurora vigila a Adam.&lt;br /&gt;Felipe se obsesiona con Ángela.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de un mes se casa Lorena,&lt;br /&gt;para Rosana su matrimonio es una condena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almudena visita la tumba de Rafa,&lt;br /&gt;Ángeles abraza a Susana.&lt;br /&gt;Fidel seca las lágrimas de Yolanda.&lt;br /&gt;El sexo para Federico es delito,&lt;br /&gt;para Ismael deleite, sobretodo con Maite.&lt;br /&gt;Nicolás afiló a Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;Alex y Sandra se ven a escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;Adolfo compra con regalos el amor de Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;Bruno respeta a Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;Miguel fue el único que no visitó a Leticia.&lt;br /&gt;Mario ya no entiende nada,&lt;br /&gt;pero qué más da, si sólo son vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo son vidas,&lt;br /&gt;te has parado a pensar &lt;br /&gt;qué parecidas son la tuya y la mía?&lt;br /&gt;sólo son vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-3049111351754284482?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-8329653357671044294</id><published>2007-11-27T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:49:46.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Niños de Barrio...</title><content type='html'>Yo me pregunto, qué será mañana &lt;br /&gt;y aquellos chamanes en la calle jugaban hoy &lt;br /&gt;Y al pasar por el parque, Yo!! les vi &lt;br /&gt;Y recordé que hace un tiempo niño! yo fui &lt;br /&gt;Con un ángel de la guarda a mi espalda &lt;br /&gt;cuidando de mí llegué hasta aquí &lt;br /&gt;y hoy le doy las gracias aquél a mi lady y a mi family &lt;br /&gt;Porque sin su ayuda hoy yo no estaría aquí &lt;br /&gt;Y es que en el barrio hay muchos peligros &lt;br /&gt;por eso me pregunto qué será con esos niños &lt;br /&gt;le pido al señor que los ponga en el camino &lt;br /&gt;Para que no caigan como peces en las redes del maligno &lt;br /&gt;noo!!, dame calma sabiduría y fuerza para vencer en la batalla &lt;br /&gt;Pues son jóvenes sus almas &lt;br /&gt;y ellos aún no saben de las formas que maligno se abasta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y más que una mirada mucha más que mil palabras &lt;br /&gt;yo les doy todo mi apoyo a cambio... no pido nada &lt;br /&gt;solo verlos crecer &lt;br /&gt;Que pasado el tiempo ellos no cambien la pelota por las balas &lt;br /&gt;Más que una mirada mucho más que mil palabras &lt;br /&gt;Yo les dedico este tema &lt;br /&gt;y para que el día de mañana sus comandos no tengan que cargar con su condena &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, van de mafia, dicen que el que manda &lt;br /&gt;Así solamente se van a encontrar varas &lt;br /&gt;Sirvan de mafia, juegan a las bandas &lt;br /&gt;pero aquella rematan y a ellos lo acaban &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van de mafia va, por la calle van imponiendo un respeto que nunca obtendrán &lt;br /&gt;Van de mafia, cuéntanos del yang &lt;br /&gt;que para obtener respeto primero hay que respetar &lt;br /&gt;Van de mafia, quieren ser gansta man, pero por ahí no va no va no va, no noa!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me pregunto qué será mañana en el barrio !! &lt;br /&gt;Unos se estarán matando, otros disparando, otros enterrados pagando &lt;br /&gt;otros robando pa comprar lo que estan tomando y todas sus madres llorando &lt;br /&gt;para que sepan ya!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-8329653357671044294?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8329653357671044294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=8329653357671044294' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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how can I call it unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;Every promise was fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;As decay crawled from it's throat&lt;br /&gt;Like the dead rising from an open grave&lt;br /&gt;Lips of splendor and tongue of deceit&lt;br /&gt;All dying now as our fragile wrists hold only waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like those gasping for their last breath&lt;br /&gt;We cannot hide there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If All my sorrow has led me here&lt;br /&gt;Then I would cry all of my tears&lt;br /&gt;To have this chance again&lt;br /&gt;And know there's more than this&lt;br /&gt;And know there's more than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like those gasping for their last breath&lt;br /&gt;We cannot hide there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about your promises and how f*cked up this story ends...&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;you have to keep going...don't feel sorry for me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your compasion or your understading...&lt;br /&gt;will you love me tomorrow? I can't promise anything...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell I want...or when I wanted it...&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm sorry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear in me so deep it gets the best of me,&lt;br /&gt;In the fear I fall, here it comes face to face with me,&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand, hold back so no one can see,&lt;br /&gt;I feel these wounds step down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I Breaking Down?&lt;br /&gt;Can I break away?&lt;br /&gt;Push me away, make me fall,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see, another side of me,&lt;br /&gt;Push me away, you can see,&lt;br /&gt;what I see, the other side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall back on me, and I'll be the strength I need,&lt;br /&gt;to save me now, just come face to face with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay in place you'll be the first to see, me heal these wounds,&lt;br /&gt;step down, step down, step down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not breaking, down!&lt;br /&gt;can I break away!&lt;br /&gt;push me away, make me fall,&lt;br /&gt;just to see another side of me,&lt;br /&gt;push me away you can see,&lt;br /&gt;what I see, the other side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can see anything on the other side of me&lt;br /&gt;I walk, I crawl, losing everything and waiting for the downfall&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all stare but you'll never see, there's something inside me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-3181249759074045138?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3181249759074045138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=3181249759074045138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Of what the world's becoming&lt;br /&gt;A nation hell bent on choosing what's right&lt;br /&gt;And how we all should live our lives&lt;br /&gt;Fuck their ways it is time to break free&lt;br /&gt;Fuck their hate acceptance is what we need&lt;br /&gt;Equality for every race, sex, sexuality&lt;br /&gt;And every choice to live our lives&lt;br /&gt;And to you bigot cretin ignoramus&lt;br /&gt;Mind your own goddamn fucking business&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto what makes,makes us whole&lt;br /&gt;Never letting their poison take control&lt;br /&gt;Freezing the air (that stands between all of us)&lt;br /&gt;Closing the eyes (bear witness to me)&lt;br /&gt;feeling the fear (that stands between all of us)&lt;br /&gt;Closing the eyes (bear witness to me)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here&lt;br /&gt;Falling away&lt;br /&gt;Fighting on principle&lt;br /&gt;I'll die 1000 times&lt;br /&gt;Before I'll ever be them&lt;br /&gt;Burn the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;bury the governing&lt;br /&gt;Free yourself&lt;br /&gt;Break the structures&lt;br /&gt;Declare Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-8499619686898100859?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/8499619686898100859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=8499619686898100859' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/8499619686898100859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/8499619686898100859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/11/declaration.html' title='...Declaration...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-835423352660076420</id><published>2007-11-22T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:31:14.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sé que un día te dije &lt;br /&gt;Que jamás iba a fallarte pero hoy, &lt;br /&gt;No se ni en dónde estoy, menos a dónde voy. &lt;br /&gt;Y es que más que curarme estas drogas &lt;br /&gt;Sólo logran enfermarme más... &lt;br /&gt;Que te extraña que mañana pueda ser un poco peor, &lt;br /&gt;Seré frío pero honesto cada vez que yo te digo que: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo prometer un "por siempre" &lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera se si puedo un "hoy" &lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que diga esta noche olvidalo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaré contigo si puedo dormir, &lt;br /&gt;Las noches son largas desde aquel día &lt;br /&gt;En el que yo te conocí... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nací enamorado o en verdad nunca lo he estado &lt;br /&gt;Y no es que no crea en el amor, simplemente así soy. &lt;br /&gt;Si decir "mañana" es predecir y decir "perfecto" es mentir &lt;br /&gt;Por qué no mejor sentir; estos labios, estas manos &lt;br /&gt;Que no paran aunque estoy tan débil de intentarlo y fallar tanto, &lt;br /&gt;las marcas en mis brazos dicen: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo prometer un "por siempre" &lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera se si puedo un "hoy", &lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que diga esta noche olvídalo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaré contigo si puedo dormir, &lt;br /&gt;Las noches son largas desde aquel día &lt;br /&gt;En el que yo te conocí... &lt;br /&gt;Mi ángel de la guarda aguarda en tu cama &lt;br /&gt;Lo envié a cuidarte, por tu bien alejarte &lt;br /&gt;Para siempre de mi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no me arrepiento de nada que hice ayer &lt;br /&gt;me arrepiento de lo que pude haber hecho, haber dicho &lt;br /&gt;y ya no podre hacerlo jamás... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si puedo prometer un "por siempre" &lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera sé si puedo un "hoy" &lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que diga esta noche... esta noche &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaré contigo si puedo dormir, &lt;br /&gt;las noches son largas desde aquel día &lt;br /&gt;en el que yo te conocí... &lt;br /&gt;Mi ángel de la guarda aguarda en tu cama &lt;br /&gt;lo envié a cuidarte, por tu bien alejarte &lt;br /&gt;para siempre de mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-835423352660076420?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-3130370686773652703</id><published>2007-11-06T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:06:46.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Decisiones al filo...</title><content type='html'>Mi tiempo es música y asi me expresé&lt;br /&gt;y el tren de la logica normal lo perdiese&lt;br /&gt;si ya no quedan rincones virgenes&lt;br /&gt;ni de confianza margenes.&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo dejame tranquilo reflejando imágenes&lt;br /&gt;hojas en blanco a pilo rebuscando orígenes.&lt;br /&gt;Voy bajo mínimo rescato ánimo sumerjo emociones&lt;br /&gt;fuera de su plano me encamino a sacar conclusiones&lt;br /&gt;fuera de mi orbita fluyo,&lt;br /&gt;color de buenas vibraciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no sé como expresar lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;si es locura, amor, obsesion pero lo cierto, &lt;br /&gt;es que cada vez que te veo espero que me mires, tu nunca lo haces y siempre muero.&lt;br /&gt;y ya sin duda alguna...eres como el fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Si estas cerca me quemo pero si estas lejos me congelo. &lt;br /&gt;tu allá en lo alto y yo al raz del suelo,&lt;br /&gt;e intento subir pero no puedo por eso muero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti...&lt;br /&gt;ojala te alegre el dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-3130370686773652703?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3130370686773652703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=3130370686773652703' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sweat again&lt;br /&gt;Another day's been laid to waste&lt;br /&gt;In my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my head again &lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'll never leave this place&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say?&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the f**k is wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to take&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was focused but I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared&lt;br /&gt;I hyperventilate&lt;br /&gt;Looking for help somehow somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And no one cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say?&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the f**k is wrong &lt;br /&gt;with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my...&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my f**king misery! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuerza viejo querido!!!&lt;br /&gt;Te queremos para mucho rato mas!&lt;br /&gt;con la fuerza y garra que te has caracterizado siempre vas a salir de esta y de muchas mas...&lt;br /&gt;juntos podemos!&lt;br /&gt;te mando desde acá toda la fuerza y buenas vibraciones!!!!&lt;br /&gt;te quiero mucho tata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-5610716046605794035?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/5610716046605794035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=5610716046605794035' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/5610716046605794035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/5610716046605794035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/11/behind-me-lies-another-fallen-soldier.html' title='...Behind me lies another fallen soldier....'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-175639321331728452</id><published>2007-10-31T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:06:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot explain to you&lt;br /&gt;In anything I say or do or plan&lt;br /&gt;Fear is not afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;Guilt's a language you can understand&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain to you in anything I say or do&lt;br /&gt;I hope the actions speak the words they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;For my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-175639321331728452?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/175639321331728452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=175639321331728452' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/175639321331728452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/175639321331728452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_31.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-3320915032807168601</id><published>2007-10-31T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:13:18.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Ether...</title><content type='html'>; Ill never hesitate&lt;br /&gt;Because Im too good for that&lt;br /&gt;Ill never show restraint&lt;br /&gt;Because theres no need for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone&lt;br /&gt;Ive been everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;Because Im everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to take control&lt;br /&gt;We came to sell you freedom&lt;br /&gt;We came to burn you down&lt;br /&gt;We came to brainwash children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not our fault&lt;br /&gt;Its just your all new suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Theres no one to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Its some place where we cant be found&lt;br /&gt;Where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Its darker than space&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that we all push down&lt;br /&gt;So it cant be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that time again&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it right&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to revolt&lt;br /&gt;To set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wont show restraint&lt;br /&gt;Because we like the violence&lt;br /&gt;We are security&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in our brutality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not our fault&lt;br /&gt;Its just youre all new suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Theres no one to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Its some place where we cant be found&lt;br /&gt;Where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Its darker than space&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that we all push down&lt;br /&gt;So it cant be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find our way through space&lt;br /&gt;Well never be found by anyone out here&lt;br /&gt;Away from everything that knows&lt;br /&gt;What we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone&lt;br /&gt;Ive been everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I know everything&lt;br /&gt;Because Im everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Theres no one to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Its some place where we cant be found&lt;br /&gt;Where we belong&lt;br /&gt;Its darker than space&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that we all push down&lt;br /&gt;So it cant be found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-3320915032807168601?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3320915032807168601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=3320915032807168601' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/3320915032807168601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/3320915032807168601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/ether.html' title='...Ether...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-2217012142375736855</id><published>2007-10-22T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:17:08.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...A Fire Inside...</title><content type='html'>Señoras y señores mis lectores, de nuevo estoy de vuelta suban a full los volúmenes.&lt;br /&gt;Que sigo en los controladores,juntos como cardumenes hago resúmenes de mi pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensaba que no estaba pero andaba de parranda haciendo lo que es mio, aunque a veces me toma el frió, caminando contra el rió, con los mios confio, porque con ellos aprendí lo que en mis padres no vi. Mi infancia se cataloga por dos escuelas en mi,&lt;br /&gt;fue la escuela de la casa, la escuela de la calle. Con el mas mínimo detalle aprendí en aquellas plazas, pasa-pasaron, la paz y trueques comenzaron.Todos cantaron y los precisos se quedaron y allí estaba yo dándole solo inspiración, emoción a mis letras&lt;br /&gt;en una cuerda floja trataba de alcanzar nuevas metas, promesas y caretas. Sobresalieron del ambiente, y muchos ,soledad, se fueron hundiendo en un mar incoherente, donde apenas salí a flote y ahora mi meta es la competencia a esas caretas que piensan que el Niqxe no les va a dar capote...les voy a dar capote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días pasaban trataba de superar lo que superado ya estaba en aquel pasado calendario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo la segunda estrofa en esta historia y bitácora recuerdos que se evaporan con el pasar del tiempo, un gran ejemplo que el tiempo es sabiduría y cada quien o cada grupo cae por su propio peso.&lt;br /&gt;Les decía a aquellos extraños que con el pasar de los años ya no fueron mas extraños ya así nuevamente trampas y trueques comenzaron. Como esos días de antaño,esos días pasados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora si estoy el doble de preparado, el doble de mas confiado, el doble de mas gigante y el doble de inspirado. Asi que prepárense que recién le puse play.&lt;br /&gt;Con mas acción que clásico, como un film de John Wayne. Y esto solo es el comienzo.&lt;br /&gt;El Niqxe ya algo trama que dentro de mi ser se encendió la flama, ya se porque se encendió la flama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-2217012142375736855?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/2217012142375736855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=2217012142375736855' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/2217012142375736855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/2217012142375736855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/fire-inside.html' title='...A Fire Inside...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-1184463413631259496</id><published>2007-10-22T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:02:17.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Anger Management?...</title><content type='html'>Dificil situacion la mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversando el otro dia con un amigo me dijo lo siguiente:"Bienvenido al mundo de los psicotropicos!". Y yo con cara de :"¿De que mierda me esta hablando este weon?"&lt;br /&gt;me quede pensando. Y de tanto pensar, me di cuenta de que estoy peor de lo que pensaba. En un minuto pense en solucionar esto solo. Pero por lo visto, no funciono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No era de la idea de encontrar soluciones en un frasco de pastillas ni menos de andar drogado todo el dia. Bueno pero obligado a seguir mi vida dopao como un vil ratero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dejar de pensar en esto. Pero cada mañana al despertar hay una caja de pastillas que me lo impide. Dejar de sentirme asi. el solo hecho de acordarme de uno me asusta. Dejar de aproblemarme por todo. Dejar todo ese enotrno que aunque no quiera me mata poco a poco. Dejar atras los fantasmas del pasado y vivir el presente como se debe. Dejar de ser en lo que me he convertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sanarme. Quiero sentir lo que pense que no era real. Quiero dejar todo el dolor que he sentido. Borrar toda la pena hasta que se desvanezca. Quiero sentir que estoy cerca de algo real. Quiero encontrar lo que he estado buscando estos ultimos años....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...solo eso pido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my f*cking mind!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-1184463413631259496?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/1184463413631259496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=1184463413631259496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/1184463413631259496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/1184463413631259496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/anger-management.html' title='...Anger Management?...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-4412816646000319652</id><published>2007-10-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:28:53.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Carta a una Amiga...</title><content type='html'>A veces la vida nos pone obstáculos difíciles de superar.&lt;br /&gt;todas las cosas pasan por algo. Hubo momentos felices y otros no tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Hubo risas, y llanto. Pero hay algo que no te puedo negar entre uds. hubo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de esos que son difíciles de explicar. Tal cual me siento yo ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Lo único que te puedo decir es que estas rodeada de gente que de verdad te quiere, y aunque el salir del colegio nos distancio mucho, tu sabes que siempre puedes contar conmigo. Aquí tienes un amigo incondicional que siempre va a estar cuando lo necesites. Tu eres una mujer muy capaz y con muchas virtudes. Esta puede ser la oportunidad que te da la vida para armarte de valor y salir adelante. Te vi feliz, también te vi triste. Son mas de 10 años en los que hemos compartido. Por esto te digo que conozco tus capacidades, tus miedos y tus virtudes.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila amiga que el tiempo cura todo. Como te dije hace un rato, "Lo que no te mata te hace mas fuerte". Y creo que saldrás muy bien de todo esto. Porque tengo fe en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero amiga...De verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-4412816646000319652?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/4412816646000319652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=4412816646000319652' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/4412816646000319652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/4412816646000319652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/carta-una-amiga.html' title='...Carta a una Amiga...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-3095469520294614592</id><published>2007-10-12T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:45:44.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...F%CK YOU...</title><content type='html'>I wanna slit your throat and fuck the wound, I wanna push my face in and feel the swoon,I wanna dig inside, find a little bit of me. Cause the line gets crossed when you dont come clean. My wormwood meets your pesticide You'll never get out, cause you were never aliveI am infinite, I am the infant finite. Come a little closer and Ill show you why(no one is - safe)Noises, noises, people make noises, People make noises when theyre sick. Nothing to do except hold on to nothing. How does it feel to be locked inside another dream, That never had a chance of being realized? What the fuck are you lookin at? Ill tell you what youre lookin at, Everyone you ever fuckin laughed at!. Look in my eyes for the answers - typical, I can feel it underneath like a miracle. Everybody in the world needs more than lies and consequences to power them. Once again, its me and no one else, I cant remember if there was a someone else. Its not mine, its not fair, its outta my hands, And its shaking - you'll never take me! Noises, noises, people make noises, people make noises when they're sick. Nothing to do except hold on to nothing, nothing! hate aint enough to describe me&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between screaming and cryingIm not supposed to be hereIm not supoosed to be when do I get to know why?&lt;br /&gt; bitter as the stink of when I tryIm not supposed to be hereIm not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull your hands away...I'm gone - goodbye - it's so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Withering away&lt;br /&gt;Take a look - inside - my soul is missing.&lt;br /&gt;All I have is dead, so Ill take you with me.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like Im erased - so kill me just in case!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through the sties in my eyes. Im not supposed to be hereIm not supposed to be. Scratching and clawing all the way&lt;br /&gt;You wont let me fucking stay, Im not supposed to be here, Im not supposed to be!!&lt;br /&gt;Is there another way to live?&lt;br /&gt;Cause its the only way to die.&lt;br /&gt;Im not supposed to be here..........................Im not supposed to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-3095469520294614592?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/3095469520294614592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=3095469520294614592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/3095469520294614592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/3095469520294614592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/fck-you.html' title='...F%CK YOU...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-677487973129459186</id><published>2007-10-11T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:52:15.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Blood Brothers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/Rw8LbBoGf2I/AAAAAAAAABA/R5YwvXtDf2Q/s1600-h/CAD6N71R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120323860264550242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/Rw8LbBoGf2I/AAAAAAAAABA/R5YwvXtDf2Q/s320/CAD6N71R.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haber como empezar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En este momento me siento raro. sentado frente a un teclado con un cigarro en la boca. escribiendo sobre mis amigos. Sé que nunca van a leer esto, y tampoco espero que lo hagan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantos personajes que circularon por algun momento de mi vida. Como olvi dar esas tardees de ocio en la casa del tuto, o en la del pollo, o en la del pitu etc... Cada chascarro, cada risa. Inolvidables momentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la distancia nos separaa a algunos. A otros nos da lata caminar un par de calles para llegar a ver a otro...ya ni uno se preocupa del otro como lo hacíamos antes. Ahora con suerte un "hola" que no refleja mas que un alejamiento evidente. en fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que más se puede hacer. Y es que aunque hoy toco otros corazones nada puedo hacer con el dolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tardes de guitarra, de alegría. No importaba nada mas que juntarnos y webiar un rato los 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Qué nos pasó? ¿Que nos distanció tanto? ¿Qué separo tanto nuestros destinos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;despidiendome ya les deseo lo mejor a los 3 restantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ojala algun dia nos volvamos a encontra en alguna esquina a contarnos todo lo que no hemos hablado en años...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-677487973129459186?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/677487973129459186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=677487973129459186' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/677487973129459186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/677487973129459186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/blood-brothers.html' title='..Blood Brothers...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/Rw8LbBoGf2I/AAAAAAAAABA/R5YwvXtDf2Q/s72-c/CAD6N71R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-886092408588875821.post-7905990179297102070</id><published>2007-10-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:16:02.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Llanto espiritual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/Rw8CzhoGf1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9oIEQ7wFWpM/s1600-h/images[11].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120314385566695250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/Rw8CzhoGf1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9oIEQ7wFWpM/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De frente al mar,La luz del sol brilla en las olas. Colchón de sal,La espuma dibujando se en mis pies. Se funden a lo lejos cielo y mar un perro corre salpicando a todos. Un lindo día para caminar. De frente al mar,Atardecer de sol naranja,Un cielo de neón,Su inmensidad nos hace tan pequeños. Se funden a lo lejos cielo y mar.Un lindo día para caminar.Sin mas responsabilidad Que disfrutar el silencio. Momentos para contemplar.Se funden a lo lejos cielo y mar un perro corre salpicando a todos.Un lindo día para caminar. Sin mas responsabilidad Que disfrutar del silencio,El viento lleva nuestro andar Como un guardián compañero.Quiero frenar el tiempo acá.De frente al mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/886092408588875821-7905990179297102070?l=flamesonme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/feeds/7905990179297102070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=886092408588875821&amp;postID=7905990179297102070' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/7905990179297102070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/886092408588875821/posts/default/7905990179297102070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamesonme.blogspot.com/2007/10/llanto-espiritual.html' title='...Llanto espiritual...'/><author><name>The Boy who destroyed the world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11092998902893110272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://usuarios.fotolog.cl/s/i/Silent_Angel/09102007-22_40_25.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHSUNV0t3CI/Rw8CzhoGf1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/9oIEQ7wFWpM/s72-c/images%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
