atomicadvanced

You appear like a ghost. Like a shadow blurring in the distance. And eventually I'm holding you in my arms but I feel like a little child claiming for solace. I know you. It sees like we knew before this life, a thousand ones. The hours been sleeping seems like days in those "dreams". Are those "dreams"? My heart feels wasted. But your words floods my heart with calm and I certainly remember who I am, and who we are. I remember I'm not alone, not in the Real Life. And I awake. This life, this passing experience is just an illusion. I'm waiting for the day when we will meet again. Please, keep waiting for me. I'm coming home. Sincerely,

I have heard so many times that we the Mexicans, deserve a better country... but now I realize that Mexico deserves better Mexicans. I'm proud of being Mexican, what I hate is the people and circumstances that makes our country a shitty place to live. All is in our minds, but what the hell is happening to us? I simply can't understand. It's not OK, really, it is not. ---- He escuchado muchas veces que nosotros los Mexicanos, merecemos un mejor país... pero ahora que lo pienso, en realidad México merece mejores Mexicanos. Estoy orgulloso de ser Mexicano, lo que odio son las personas y las circunstancias que hacen que nuestro pa