Trying to freeze smoke...

Not very succesful at it... I would have to smoke a couple of cigs to actually get it right. Plus, with the super lighting in my room... well... I don't think I'll get very far...

Javi!

Beauty

-What is beauty?

-I dunno. Whatever you say it is.

No beauty is something that only they know. Beauty hurts me. You can say I'm beautiful but then you drool when you see an ugly girl with big boobs. "That's beautiful!" you say.

It hurts, I know it shouldn't. But it hurts.

I'm tired...

I'm sad...

I'm alone...

I'm loved...

I'm hopless...

I'm careful...

I'm faithless...

I have no passion... no interests... no love... no feelings... no beliefs... no thoughts... no music... no spirit... nothing.

Should I die tomorrow, promise me you'll remember all I gave you. Even if it wasn't much, remember.

Should I live tomorrow, promise me you'll make me remember all I have. So I can appreciate, so I won't take for granted.

Should you die tomorrow, I promise I'll remember all you gave me. Because it's writen in my heart, I could never forget.

Should you live tomorrow, I promise I'll be a you and for us. Because I love you and life seems too short for love.

Papa

Javi!

Celui que j'appelais "Papa" est parti ce matin. Je n'ai pas pu lui dire adieu, mais c'est mieux comme ça, je crois.

En regardant les photos, je trouve drole comment il avait changé ces derniers temps... Il avait l'air mil ans plus vieux.

Je l'aime, mais je ne lui ai pas montré mon amour... j'avais peur de m'approcher comme s'il y avait un mur entre nous. Maintenant je regrette, mais dans le fonds je sais que maintenant il sait comment je l'aime et que je n'oublierai jamais tout ce qu'on a fait ensemble, tout ce qu'il m'a enseigné.

Je t'aime Papa.