took a week mulling over whether to publish it or not, because I think the worst thing I have written also surreal, but hey, lu has convinced me to do it ...
got on last Saturday to see the musical mechanism, a group that my mother hooked me UNSO years ago and I love the lyrics of their songs, and when they sang this I got the idea to the head to do a story on AIDS basing on the song, of course, and I tell you what I have written is what I like ... menso
I leave the lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IjL9OvNovM
positive failure
announced that the virus that sails in love candles
dropping moves crushing defenses through your veins. Marcos
look at that alley that had hosted so many times and I followed him like a fool, had been watching since the past few days that did not happen at home, not come to get me to tell me that he had been working ...
as moved by a spring returned and I exchanged glances full of sadness, and hate hate .. a huge
-jerk ...!
I forbade all passion without giving any reason
class because you knew I would not do any case
caution
ran away .. and I decided to follow him ... we were both male prostitutes, immersed in the world drugs as a relief, our rates were not very high, and we did not have anything but work ... so we used the money collected to pay debts, and pay us our services
I found weeping in the corner bar drinking aceque on me, but received a slap, and again
-¡¡¡¿¿¿
hate that shit happens to you or fuck !!!!????, that would have killed anyone!! I've done fuck !!!!??? frames
silence ...
"I have killed me, Ignacio given the test .. positive .. you got me into this fucking world! you and your beliefs that would meet a better life out! you and your damn dreams! looks like we're done ...
Weighing in the balance of love
science and conscience, your sentence
was a knot of pain, stupid
sentence
is that you are what you most want
and without you life is a zero.
I thought that I had sentenced myself when I heard, and I did not believe him, I did not believe that I was throwing the blame, not I could imagine losing him .. .. my best friend, my lover, my partner, I thought not having sentenced with my stupid ideas of being an actor ...
I had dragged to Italy from London without money, but shared my dream ... we were wrong .. too bad we could not get that we are engaged in any place, at least not together, he had been offered deals muhas and he was handsome, and talented, but rejected those offers for me ... I could not believe it was dying ...
-frames ... sorry .. back to London and was the only thing that gave me time to come out before the shot through the door of the bar ...
Ignorance of the other
dressed in puritan moral and holy God spoke
punishment and shame
who say
get home miserable, and I found talking on the phone ..
-mama I'm back home! I can not be more here, I have something important to tell you .. mama! fuck mom does not yell at me! mama ...
hung up the phone without even looking at me, even had tears in his eyes, in the era in which we were AIDS was an incurable ... and more for a guy like ... that was prone to being sick I wanted .. run to him, hug him, tell him that he would be with him until finalcomo had always been, but it seemed that he did not want to listen, but it was as isolated in his little world, staring ... I left out .. did not want mourn to see me, and when was found to enter the locked house ... I figured I wanted to be alone, so I went to work ... in the morning we acted on the streets to collect some money with shows juggling ... I missed him there
pushed you until you hang up your body
end of a rope in the attic
drowning feelings and many moments of love.
came back at 6 pm, the door remained closed, and worried because my key opened the scene that includes words left me for life ... and made me question whether I ought to go well with the ...
Mark lay in the kitchen, pill boxes were all empty, and had a knife on the floor , Body frame even blood flowed, had cut the veins ... my frame, my best friend since childhood .. I had taken his own life, could not ever forgive myself ...
collapsed
take to mourn over his body, asking for some kind of explanation about what to do .. ACAC but had no answers ... and there was nothing ...
Weighing in the balance of love
science and consciousness
was your sentence a knot of pain, stupid
sentence
is that you are what you most want
and if you life is a zero
and grab the knife he had taken the lives of my frames, and made a deep cut on my wrist, spilling blood on his body, die here the two smaller players who one day escaped from London to come to Italy, and had ended up being a simple hustler druggie who had killed my best friend ...
