its hard to choose what you want in life.
life changes, one moment u think of something, and then its too late, theres something else.
on a friday afternoon, i was looking into the life of a musician. he was still alive, i thought he died of an overdose. i am happy he is alive. his last ´album is conceptual and tells the story of The Solutionists, a collaboration of visionaries who aspire to solve the world’s environmental problems through the arts. If it all sounds a bit heavy then don’t panic... hilarious.
there is just no end to human imagination.

meeting a girlfriend by night is a strange thing. it feels like a movie you ve seen, or a moment you thought about. it is not often you get in touch, that you find chemistry. so basic. its not about how beautiful she is, nor about how impressive she can be, its about chemistry, very basic, very animalistic. and when you dont feel or find that, its like sitting in between planets of different colors and wondering what you are doing there.

i need the sea. my soul craved for space and loneliness. something must be unregulated inside myself; there seems to be not enough room out here for my soul, always more, i may end up in space at this rate. funny, if a condition to be astronaut would be the need for mega spaces... id fit right in.

A little translation:

Mascotas, (Porno for Pyros)

Los niños son como, inocentes
Los adolescentes, rayados de la cabeza
Los adultos aun más dañados
Y nuestros abuelos, como niños

Habrá otra especie
Que pueda tomar nuestro relevo
Podría ser que los martianos,
Lo logren mejor que nosotros.

Seriamos mascotas perfectas!
Seriamos mascotas perfectas!

Mi amigo dice que somos como dinosaurios
Solo que nosotros nos devoramos
Mucho más rápido
Que ellos jamás lo hicieron

Seriamos mascotas perfectas!
Seriamos mascotas perfectas!