-Tu me abandonaste cuando más te necesitaba.
-Tu me abandonaste y me dejaste solo y un verdadero amigo es alguien que no ase cosas así.
No sé si mi niño interior me lo dice a mí, o yo a él.
Recordando Que en la escuela Te querían dar un abrazo de la nada y dijiste que no.
-Ahora te das cuenta que tal vez ese abrazo de la nada si lo necesitabas.
hoy no quiero pensar
con nadie quiero hablar
de la cama yo hoy no me voy a parar
no voy a salir
solo quiero llorar
porque a veces también está bien estar mal
Hoy que cumple un año nuestro álbum LAS MUJERES YA NO LLORAN, les tengo este regalo, mi video de Última, que ya saben es una canción muy personal. Espero que les guste ❤️
#LMYNL
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I think a lot about the relationship I have with my own inner demons. It’s never been easy for me to face how I get seduced by chaos and turmoil. It makes me feel claustrophobic.
Disease is about facing that fear, facing myself and my inner darkness, and realizing that sometimes I can’t win or escape the parts of myself that scare me. That I can try and run from them but they are still part of me and I can run and run but eventually I’ll meet that part of myself again, even if only for a moment.
Dancing, morphing, running, purging. Again and again, back with myself. This integration is ultimately beautiful to me because it’s mine and I’ve learned to handle it. I am the conductor of my own symphony. I am every actor in the plays that are my art and my life. No matter how scary the question, the answers are inside of me. Essential, inextricable parts of what makes me me. I save myself by keeping going. I am the whole me, I am strong, and I am up for the challenge. Happy Halloween. https://t.co/2MF1XlUp4C
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now: https://t.co/PzuwWnatO7
At this hearing, I stand before my fellow members of The Tortured Poets Department with a summary of my findings.
Album tonight.
Fortnight music video tomorrow at 8pm et.
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puedo tranquilamente decirles que el próximo disco va a ser uno de los mejores discos que he sacado. desde el nombre, pasando por la portada, hasta cada una de sus 13 canciones.