9.11.19

... and that is how they met after trying so hard to be in their own introverted worlds with a single hi, she said on tinder they slowly became a couple and he responded with a passion, that to this day he feels as it fuels him to be better every day, always thanking Mary


From the mind of Cogliostro

9.11.16

Night story

Here I write from the darkness of my bed 
The dim light of a nearby tv and the constant sound of rough breathing 

Here I lay, here I hate, here I dare

7.11.16

Just writing to let the words flow, not for a reason, not for cold
just to have you know I write sometimes, you know!
I figured a long time ago this is me now
and still at times I can't see who I really am

The week is long and the days slow
but I certainly hope I get it done
the projects in my head are not as big as they should
nor what my head should focus on
but ideas come and ideas gone
my head is what I made and what my brains accomplished

I may be silly and shallow but what I like is what I love
If I should faulted is beacause I am shy and selfish
I wish and I want, most of times I come first and
my head always tricks for it to be

My vices and passions, my love and notions
my words and voices

and still the question remains
Oh, Dear psychologist who it is you are talking to?
who do you think, what do you think,
where and when do you think I am?

From the mind of Cogliostro

20.10.16

Fortune

Opportunity had desires that almost never got around to become true, she wander everywhere wishing. 

Opportunity wants but her fortune abandons her. 

Poor opportunity, so sad and lonely; if only...

What do you want opportunity? You already got all yoy could ever need and want. 

But she never gave up and sometimes just sometimes opportunity got her way, only to wonder later; if it was all worth it, if she could live on, if she had betrayed herself and so on...

Opportunity come, regrets nothing regrets all

30.8.16



No sé quién soy, me ahogo en mi ser
No sé quién soy, no sé si soy quién conocí
Si el cambio ocurre así o sí no lo deseo
No sé qué busco porque mucho se va
Mucho se pierde, mucho es diferente
No sé quién llegaré a ser o podré ser
La responsabilidad, el cambio me aterra
Puede que no sea inteligente o que sea cliché
Pero no sé quién soy ahora

Me rehúso a las palabras, no las conozco, no me acostumbro a ellas
Me siento pequeño, las obligaciones morales me llaman, respondo a ellas
A otras las veo de lejos pero no es suficiente, unas cargas, otras deudas todas dudas, están para mañana; madure o no,
Esas cargas de casa, de trabajo, de manera no las puedo evitar y solo puedo esperarlas.

Tengo que ser fuerte, que ser grande
Que ser hombre, que ser un héroe, que dar
Y que ser feliz; tengo deberes y lecciones
tengo ideas y deseos también pero cada paso que doy
no sé quién soy y así mismo se aleja todo o que soy, seré tengo que ser y hacer

Tengo miedo de perderla,
Tengo miedo de traicionarme, traicionar lo que hemos sembrado
De que se vaya, de ser roto de nuevo, tal vez nunca me enmendé, tal vez nunca me recupere, tal vez no cambie y no llegue a ser
Y no llegue a saber quién soy
 


From the mind of Cogliostro

31.3.16

Anxiety

Is it for the trip?
Is it for the proposal?
Is it for the time?
Is it for tomorrow?
Is it for what I want?
For what I wish?
For what I can't get?
Is it for what I want from her?
What I expect from her?
What I want for her? 
Wish for her?
Is it for what I want to give her?
Is it for what I thought?
For what wasn't?
Or is it just good old dark me?

17.10.15

Hola

Un hola basto para escuhar su voz
Con una sonrisa me enamoró
Su voz tan tierna y su mente tan distorcionada
Hizo que siempre se sintiera amada
En mi cabeza yo la veo
En mi cabeza yo la siento
Sus labios yo añoro
Y con deseo yo la veo
Yo la adoro y yo creo
Creo que con ella seré feliz
Con ella soy feliz porque no fui antes de ella
Donde estuvo ella metida, mi Mary Elizabeth Freire Dávalos
Que yo deseo que me de todo de ella
Y ahora que con ella estoy solo sonrio
Sonrio de pensarla, besarla, abrazarla y amarla

Lost note

I have hardly met her
Hardly known her
But i wonder about her
I like her voice
I want to talk to her
Her thoughts matter
She's got the right stuff
She isn't perfect
She is not the dream
She is human 
She is real

5.9.15

Rant!

I think I feel annoyed, or just stressed, I think and overthink, my head spins on whats and ifs
just a few things I want to put out but I can't I may forget them, I hope I won't.

the place
the knowledge
the trip


From the mind of Cogliostro