Friday, February 25, 2011

Son of a jackal

"Aquí no se duerme. La carne que comemos podría ser humana. Cuando los perros aúllan, nosotros los acompañamos en silencio."


Thursday, February 17, 2011

I've tried to hide what I am, a horse that doesn't let the grass grow back, a man who doesn't need the stain of blood on his teeth, a footprint in no man's land...
And I grow tired, and I become what I have always been,

A nightmare, a bad dream, the fabric of sin.

Friday, February 4, 2011

A dentalladas con todo lo que le rodea,
masticando todo lo que cae en su boca,
como si quisiera probar todas las decepciones de la vida.