Critique: Sin Caps Lock...

y el que dirán es una de las preocupaciones de muchos...
los cambios internos puede que existan pero me he topado con mucha gente...
creeme, mucha...y sencillamente, no cambian al cambio te cambian...
se lucen contigo con sonrisas y chistes
al final, te clavan la estaca y de espalda...que triste...
creen que te hacen daño pero en realidad se hacen daño.
se unen una vez mas a la multitud, la bestia multitud que corrompe todo a su paso
que se lleva hasta el mas inocente cuando esta en el lugar equivocado
quien sabe a lo mejor esta donde debe estar
pero que de la conciencia, que del bienestar común...
si lo que quieren es chiflarse y gastarse con lujuria
trayendo niños inocentes para que padrastros o madrastras los violen...y cuida'o que hay padres que se enamoran de sus propias hijas...nasty...
que del bien social? que de la moral?
qué? qué? QUé?
estamos estancados con el gobierno, con vagos que viven del mantengo
y de ricos que les importa un peo los demás...
este, este es el mundo en que nos obligan a vivir...
no hay salud de gratis...todo te lo cobran...todo te lo niegan si el cashimir no esta!!!
que mas puede Dios aguantar? vernos asi? luchando por un bien que el mal constantemente acosa segundo a segundo...asi es como muere el alma...asi es como mueren los puros de corazón, los centrados de cabeza que dan y dan pero más abunda la maldad...

Song: Phantom of the Opera "Think of Me"

When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back
and be free - if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me ...

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea - but if you can still remember,
stop and think of me ...

Think of all the things we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things which might have been ...

Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned.

Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.

Recall those days, look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when
I won't think of you ...

Poem: OFF with Me...

these two last years...
i have seen who is true
i have seen the moment to break off with me
with hypocrisies...
now, you cannot even glance or stare at me...
now, i don't even see you in the hallway
i wonder, sometimes, how our friendship ended like this?
by wrong communications and wrong carriers of gossips
i am secluded from the life i used to live...
i do not feel alone...do not get me wrong...
i sometimes feel regret...for the ones that were really true to me
but with epic poems and war poems
we destroyed our friendship
and what was once offered freely and with love
now cannot be offered
i am too proud...i admit...
i am too careful...
but for what i only have to cherish is the memories of a good friendship
before the tide drowned us
before the tide put our backs and poison in our mouths...
now, how can i reach you?
now, how can i feel free and loved by someone who was my friend?
what he and she may feel of me?
what if i get rejected again?
the wounds that we strike for ourselves...is it healed?
for the better not for the worst...
i've been living off from what i used to live...
i've never been two faced, i've never recalled how we fell in this mess...
pressure, wrong friends, wrong labelers...
yet this is part of life,
this is natural...people come and goes...
let life mystery works for us.

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