Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Who is this terrible evil?


This evil is like a helmet that presses me, like a rope that hangs me, thorns that hurt me, its eyes are burning coal that burn my mouth.
It is a sword of two edges, which crosses my heart, it is as a harmful virus that hurts the marrow of my bones, it affects me, debilitates me, takes the will from me, breaks the bones of my legs, prevents me from walking; and if perhaps I wanted to crawl, it would show me that there is dirty water and is not possible to pass.
Death is an illusion and Life is disappointment, a way of perdition, and the flesh of the body rots. This evil is worse than any curse. Who is this terrible evil? Depression.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Sparkles of Darkness. Depression


Depression is born of a divided heart, the cause of its harm are a flower, a rose and a thorn.The rose intoxicated his heart , making his heart to beat faster but suddenly the thorn entered and tore the heart.

Depression is then, a feeling who faces its cruel opposite enemy. It is the unkind embrace of love and hate. Of understanding and incomprehension. Of loneliness and silence with the scream and clamor.Who can conciliate a blue clear sky with the darkest night , without a light, without a star?Depression is to never be able to find what is wanted, what is searched for.

Depression is the force placed, not to unite but to break. Depression is the lack of Love.

Thursday, May 24, 2007


Sparkles of Darkness

That doll is cruel, but you are going to play, to amuse yourself, you are going to dream with her. You can go as far as killing for her. You can feel hate, lewd, depression, bitterness, frustration and sadness because of her.
That doll is the most ephemeral delight, is the fleeting aroma and also the greatest mirage and fantasy.
That doll has a kingdom, a palace and in the twinkling of an eye, that dream, that crystal palace can turn into a grave of which it will never allow you to escape. That doll is the artificial beauty.


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