Cien entradas vigentes mas una! Eaa! heh. Pues no será gran cosa pero la última vez que completé 101 entradas en un blog pues celebré cerrando ese blog, hahahahah. Naah esta vez no. La bolita sigue girando, aunque los mayas digan lo que quieran del dosmildoce. Muchos recuerdos plasmados en letras habrán de ser plasmados aquí continuamente todavía. Pero hoy, una dedicatoria muy especial. Ehm, creo que se sobreentiende xD

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so much to read
so much to do
so much to achieve

i can't just stand here doing nothing
letting time bite me
letting time pass me
letting time going right to the bin

but still i dont
still i dont move
still i dont do
still im not convinced

and then i bite myself
for maybe this is not what i want to do
and if its not then who am i
and if its not then what am i doing
and if its not why did i chose this

am i bob arctor?
for again i no longer know who am i
am i a person?
am i human?

or have i gone just too far away
pass the borderline where in my imagination
i would be able to be human
and just mingle
like everyone else.

catharsis seems so far away
fat or thin i feel like crap
like hell doesnt needs a ransom to get me out anymore
they just kidnapped me to watch me wither
and die

what good to keep a mind in the right spirit
what good to keep a voice in my head
telling me: you rule
im the best in the world
im ordered
im responsible
im the one and only,
and all that shite

what good is this voice i keep on hearing
what good is this if it wont make a thing different.

what good if im the only person writing me.

am i just too much of a kid
am i just too much of a procrastinator
irresponsible
doesn't cares
doesn't gives a damn
instant pleasure
instant reliever
and never think in the day before

am i orbiting?
is this the result of my thoughs orbiting the wrong circles?

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Porque de médico, poeta y loco, todos tenemos un poco.