Sachliche Romance

Als sie einander acht Jahre kannten
und man darf sagen: sie kannten sich gut,
kam ihre Liebe plötzlich abhanden.
Wie andern Leuten ein Stock oder Hut.

Sie waren traurig, betrugen sich heiter,
versuchten Küsse, als ob nichts sei,
und sahen sich an und wußten nicht weiter.
Da weinte sie schließlich. Und er stand dabei.

Vom Fenster aus konnte man Schiffen winken,
Er sagte es wäre schon Viertel nach Vier
und Zeit, irgendwo Kaffee zu trinken.
Nebenan übte ein Mensch Klavier.

Sie gingen ins kleinste Cafe am Ort
und rührten in ihren Tassen.
Am Abend saßen sie immer noch dort.
Sie saßen allein, und sie sprachen kein Wort
und konnten es einfach nicht fassen.

(Erich Kästner)


ok.. To change the lyrics..

this is a poençm about a breakup.. about a relationship that is now over... in spite that they knew each other since a long time. What a paradox..

to know a person and to feel that you dont know her/him at all..


ok... i was thinking about writing something very cool.. but the plan failed...


looking forward to next week... its bound to be better than the last one...

Best wishes
Molks xxx

Days Before You Came

Days before you came
Freezing cold and empty
Towns that change their name
And a horn of plenty

Days before you came
Counting breaths inside me
Even crack cocaine
Couldn't start to hide me

Won't you join me now
Baby's looking torn and frayed
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade

Won't you join me now
Baby's looking to get laid
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade

Days before you came
It always seemed enticing
to be naked and profane
there is no denying

Days before you came
Thunderbolts and lightning
Each day a brand new vein
Each tourniquet colliding

Didn't want you anyway [x4]

Won't you join me now
Baby's looking torn and frayed
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade

Won't you join me now
Baby's looking to get laid
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade

Days before you came [repeat]

I'm sure I've posted this song before... but in order of the recent events I have to do it again.
I need to say that I didn¡t want him... I'm so sick of him, of everything.. Sometimes I really wish I never met him or never fell for him.

on the other hand... this new friend is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He's definitely the most interesting person I've ever had the pleasure to meet. and of course, that days before he came were absolutely worthless...

I'm not saying that my friends are not worthy, it's just that I'm in awe... how can someone be so damn nice??

I had forgotten how sweet can some eyes be, and how warm a smile can be... when it's an honest smile. Not the everyday smile.. a true one..

I'm sick of acid rain.. I regret taking such a stupid thing to do an oral report... alwaysstasthesame, nothingeverchanges...


Best Wishes
Molks xxx

Home :P

I'm going home...



I don't know if I really want to, but at 5 o'clock I'll be on the bus.


I should have stayed in Concepcion but I can't change the ticket now...

What an idiot I am...

take care and best wishes
Molks xxx

Buttons, Pussycat Dolls

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

Typical
Hardly the type I fall for
I'm liking the physical
Don't leave me asking for more
I'm a sexy mama (Mama)
Who knows just how to get what I want and (Want and)
What I want to do is spring this on you (On you)
Back up all of the things that I told you (Told you)

You been saying all the right things all along
But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off
Baby, can't you see?
How these clothes are fitting on me
And the heat coming from this beat
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
But you keep fronting (Uh)
Saying what you going to do to me (Uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

You say you're a big boy
But I can't agree
'Cause the love you said you had
Ain't been put on meI wonder
If I'm just too much for you
WonderIf my kiss don't make you just
Wonder
What I got next for you
What you want to do? (Do)

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours
I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please
Baby, can't you see?
How these clothes are fitting on me
And the heat coming from this beat
I'm about to blow
I don't think you know


How sexy, isn't it? I would love todedicate it, but the one I have in mind doesn¡t deserve it at all... I hate when he acts like a complete idiot, and when I need to tell him to stop, he turns into this sweet guy that I love that I regret and I keep the same old game we've been playing for so long.
I'm so tired of it... of him.. of everything, to be honest.

I need to rest...

I have nothing special to say today... just that I have many internal debates about going home or not, doing what I have to do or not, giving him the elbow once and for all... no fucking idea. Right now I have presentation stress... Everytime that I have a big presentation, I can't sleep. I can be tired as hell, but when the time comes, I can't sleep at all.

I would take the pills again but they are too strong..

advices to the comments box, plz!


best wishes
Molks xxx
P.s.: if I offended anyone with the previous post, I'm sorry.. but as a disclaimer... I SAID THAT IT WAS JUST WHAT I WAS FEELING AT THEMOMENT. althoug manyof the things I wrote are true... sorry.

y ahora que? (capitulo 4)

hoy tome la decision de escribir en español.

hoy quise desvincularme aunque sea un poco de mi primer idioma. (jajaja)

hoy quiero hacer un verdadero brainstorming.

asi que aca va. las mayoria de las cosas pareceran incoherencias, pero el cerebro tiene millones de conexiones extrañas (preguntar a ferre)


siempre me pregunte que pasaria si las cosas cambiaran entre esa perosna y yo. quien seria el primero en dar el paso y definitivamente terminar todo de una buena vez, algo que quizas nunca debio haber pasado,.
me molesta de sobremanera la gran influencia que tiene sobre mi persona. no existe nadie que me haga enojar tan facilmente, y tampoco existe alguien que me alegre un rato con un gesto simple como decir hola de vez en cuando

hasta cuando seguimos con esta wea, me carga que te desaparezcas y que no des la cara, eres tan inmaduro que me da una lata enorme a veces tener que aguantarte. porque no hay otra palabra. no me vengas con estupideces, es tu deber cumplir con las cosas que te pido

a pesar de todo, te extraño.
lo mas probable es que tu no, pero aun asi. es lo que siento en este momento

estoy tan cansada de tener que ser la que saque la cara. estoy cansada de la actitud enferma de ceirtas personas. estoy cansada de la envidia weona. que cresta les importa lo que hago y con quien?. pense que habia dejado eso cuando me fui de ese pueblo de mierda... poero no... hay gente weona en todos lados. sobretodo los provincianos.
lo que son provincianos me van a disculpar pero encuentro que todos tienen el patron de andar viendo las weas que hacen las personas y juzgandolas de inmediato por eso. que estupidez.

ok, no soy puramente capitalina.. pero eso se lleva siempre en el corazon, y a la vez soy penquista de corazon. porque en esta ciudad he encontrado la paz interior que buscaba.. la libertad de hacer lo que se me de la gana y que a nadie le importe. porque a decir verdad.. la mayoria de la gente de aca, quiere ser santiaguina entonces imitan ciertas actitudes. ok dejo de hablar pestes de los huasos..


hugo chavez es un grandisimo pelotudo y en realidad los lideres mundiales en general.la musica deberia ser nuestro gobernante. imaginate a bono de presidente del mundo. todos serian felices Y tendriamos buena musica. o alguin como sting.... no se.. ya estoy escribiendo mierda


odio las clases de ingles. como me gustaria hacer el internship en la cas de sso! super! no se como esos profes pueden hacer incluso los temas mas geniales e interesantes la wea mas paja del mundo


que mierda me importa la wea del CAE si ni siquiera estamos haciendo practicos! los reports son una mierda y me encantaria ser hacker para destruir a lextutor (el programa mas maligno de la tierra) tambien varias paginas malignas.. como el infoalumno y dicom.

me aburri... seguiria tirando mierda pero tendria que involucrar a muchas personas y no es bueno. es una lata hacer esto... pero es el pensadero mas barato que tengo.
Best Wishes
Molks xxx



y use colores que jamas usaria...