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The guitar god


Only you needed a guitar to start work wonders,
empezavan notes to ring, and with them, brotava magic. But

own god,
was afraid at that time
to see you, and marvel at seeing
playing your guitar,
Something in which I was afraid that transcends it,
And I could not admit,

ended Disease ,
and it quickly
of that amplifier,
of that guitar,
sonava no nothing, no tocavas
,
you could not.


is the one who taught me to appreciate the guitar is the one who
me izo see everything differently,
He deserves respect and recognition
Him. He can not play.

But that still does not prevent you, for me and many others, the largest, number 1
And know that you will be remembered until the end of our time.

From the deepest,
Nekr0n

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nekr0n @ 2005-01-30T13: 01:00




The first time



the first time
Dream ; of the longest memory.
Singing the early days of all older
Father. Canto
the early dawn light

And all the darkness.

In Nod, where the light shines
of Paradise

The night jet and drops of our fathers
; Mojan and soften the soil.

of us, every one, as

decided to live and would like our food Take

; From the bowels of the earth.

I firstborn Cain,
With sharp tools, seeds I planted
dark
The watered into the soil,
caregivers, saw them grow. He

, second son Abel,
took care of the animals, helped in their bloody

, foods,
, and also grew up.

I loved my brother.
He, he was the brightest,
The sweetest, the strongest. He was the cousin

part Of all my joy.

Then, one day
In April, our Father said
"Cain, Abel, a gift that in
Above
must make a sacrifice -
A gift of the premium part
from all the possessions. "

I firstborn Cain,
harvested young and tender shoots,
And the fruits brighter and the grass
cooler.

And he, second son Abel, the youngest sacrificed
,
 El más fuerte, el más tierno

    De todos sus animales.



    Sobre el altar de nuestro Padre

    Posamos los sacrificios

    Y prendimos fuego so ellos,

    Y el humo se los llevó

    Hacia Aquél en lo Alto.



    El sacrificio de Abel,

    Segundogénito, olió

    Sweet to the One Above,
And Abel was blessed.

I firstborn Cain
from afar I was beaten severely by

And a curse word, as unworthy
It turned my sacrifice.

I looked at the sacrifice of Abel,
still steaming
 La carne, la sangre.

    Lloré, me tapé los ojos,

    Oré de día y de noche.



    Y cuando nuestro Padre  dijo:

    "El tiempo del sacrificio

    Ha llegado ya de nuevo".



    Y Abel condujo su más joven,

    Su más tierno, más amado

    Hacia el fuego sacrificial.

I did not took my youngest, my earliest
, knowing
That One Above
would by no means the .

And my brother, my dear Abel,
He said: "Cain, you have not brought
A sacrifice, a gift
From Your premium of
joy, to burn
The altar of the One Above. "

I cried tears of love
Where my useful
, Sharps, sacrificed
That was the first
my joy, my brother
.

And Abel Blood
Covered the altar, and it smelled sweet
while burning.

But my Father said
"Damn you, Cain,
who killed your brother.
As I was expelled,
so shall you be. "

And He exiled me
A wander in the dark,
The Land of Nod.

I rushed in the dark. I did not see any light

And I was scared. And just

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nekr0n @ 2005-01-27T00: 39:00 tant

Though my love
never get permission from your kisses
same
I love you without words and in secret.

As love suffering,
those who mourn in silence I picked this sadness I

these days still lingers. I do not blame

far

by your decision but you know that
even
I have in my memory and I was in my room I can see and smell you

without your present.

When I sleep, when I wake
,
when lunch
ago always thinking of you. Even Quando


'm raging through the streets listening to those songs

both
gustavo us with an illusion silent, I turn with the certainty

see an angel smiling, but you never show up
. Do not worry

for nothing

life goes on and I at his side, waiting
follow me back to what once took from me, my heart
.

will then be born again and open your eyes
not know I had
until your
appeared in my life and that your love taught it to me.




"Sometimes you have to explain what you feel ...
though words can not replace
sadness is killing me slowly inside me, a sadness
silent but deadly."

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A sunny day but dark and sad in my heart .....


Llueve
intentan CAER and the clouds in lethargy,
latidos of my heart is enfermo
encaminan in BACKSPACE,
Blow the Wind, so demente I
I can hear her singing the blues

literally breath by my love of contradiction,
void my presence
insita to immerse me in the extreme
shadows, I question daily

as to justify the abandonment ineffective without the reliable

my mistakes so common in
with more than a pretext
and a call to death. Without my actions
embroiled solvency have created a brick Ergastula
to give food to the worms
with fibers that pinched my cells,
this tombstone where you can look at me, all my family
accumulated stench, to keep suicide letters
written with the intention of giving my life
a blue pen,
not need such indifference, such invalidity

human interaction with the sweat of acids in an antidepressant
I can wander in mental hospitals, in places that I know feel
live to kill
create the possibility of suicide
appropriating the lives, hopes
supported by an indeterminate faith, a desire
damn that is to attract some eyes.

strive to see my shortcomings as evidence

need to refuse to see ash

shameless enough ideas to judge the amorphous
omen for the peace in my music eyes, leading to the death

eternity begins to plot
inspired paradise hell
my instincts, no matter what I do
soon stop hurting, trying to sketch a suicide

the grotesque transgression
mutator in lewd pleasures
beginning to lose synchrony in the black
palpitations drown my sight, shaking
ration excite lewd touching,
'm forgetting, any sign of my past,
try to move, rotate it a muscle in my lips, a coarse
I cry for help,
to expedite this farewell.


Trying to heal my depression it is
doors open through unknown horizons

almost simultaneously at the time with plenty of superfluous

decline disperse the fate of my blood
with vacant buildings, where I found strength

findings from outside created
in dreams my memory, is
than usual, any day of ignorance
eats discord.

keeping schizophrenic delusions as a bastion for the enclosure of my sadness. Saving


moments with drugs
grant me the target,

failing in my attempts to forge a path wandering exalted with the frankness
inherited by a
angel
this cluster of inconsistencies that you never find interesting,
defacing any unused under the latest
as I was still pending,
recognize this moment, as appropriate to satisfy my cravings
hate to indifference. Vigilante

nocturnal hunter of souls crave
snatch my spirit with the scythe
loads
in this silence the sound melts my sorrows with prayers claiming
find
death is an obstacle to know that there are, some people who can
love me.

I do not find me in your search
full of cowardice and lack of commitment .............