Gibberish.

Not Cuban. Not a boy.

[cubaboy]

Seven word poem

Leave room for your life

for magic

[cubaboy]

If I had the choice,

I’d rather create something beautiful, 

then be beautiful.

Created beauty lasts forever..

[cubaboy]

false, hearts can be broken and trod on many times until a person even takes their life or considers it. don’t lie about pain, it’s neverending

Oh brother, it’s never the same heart that gets broken. As for pain, I didn’t speak about pain.  Pain is the medicine and pleasure the malady.

[cubaboy]

Forlorn man

don’t waste your youth in sadness

Don’t you know,

hearts can’t be broken 

but once?

[cubaboy]

the cherry blossoms

they do not know the virus

but they have the fall

[cubaboy]

Experiments in metre

Did you hear a heart a-breaking 

Upon this rocky shore?

Many dreams quick drowned below

snow-topped, layers of foam.

Did he jump or was she pushed?

No-one seems to know.

A witness to the bleeding needed

confirming it was so.

Is a scream too loud to hear?

My ears were never good

But I can feel the breeze, I swear.

I still taste the blood.

[cubaboy]

I romanticise nothing Apart from scars on arms. And expect nothing to be Apart from new love and new lovers. I expect to be missed For a while at least. And you will remember me Occasionally Even if it's because you pass someone Who looks a bit like me Or you see a book on a shelf On a song comes on the radio. And with me, it will be with fondness Because deep down you know what I know That you hurt me as much as I hurt you And neither of us meant to. 

[cubaboy]

No builder ever built anything as beautiful as a tree.

[cubaboy]

May you get what you wish for.

Chinese folklore

[cubaboy]

I ain't as young as I used to be, but I'm as young as I'm ever gonna be

cubaboy

[mitjalovse]

Whenever we discuss highly personal albums, we mustn’t forget the most famous one of them all. Yes, I am pointing towards Blood On The Tracks by Bob Dylan, which we already mentioned in our discussions, because the disc continues to be the gold standard of such platters. Still, Dylan remains both oblique and direct, making this an unusual example of this sort of records. Sure, you can trace the words of the tunes with the incidents in his personal life, yet the power of the LP does not come from the sensationalist spotting of the details, the true strength of Blood On The Tracks lies in Dylan’s songwriting. True, that quality of his gives him his legend, but this feature reached one of his highest levels on that collection of tunes.

[cubaboy]

This path heals me. Its only flaw is that I need to be here. It reminds me of you. It reminds me that there was life before you. It reminds me that there can be life after you, if I choose life after you.

[cubaboy]

I sat here once with a girl who once loved me. She had come many miles to see me here. She was the first girl who ever let me inside of her and I had left her behind a few years before. She came to ask me if I still loved her. We sat here and she never asked. I no longer loved her. I do not know what I would have told her if she had.

[cubaboy]

My friends and I sat in these trees for hours and talked. Many years on, I do not know where those friends are. The trees remain the same.

[cubaboy]

I do not look it,

But this is where I'm from.

[cubaboy]

Walk with me, here, again.

[cubaboy]

Après nous le déluge

You pointed out my problems, but you never helped me fix them.