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Time as sand by hijadelilith, literature

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Time as sand

It changes as a desert It moves, it hurts It’s nice, I’ts not. It dance as the wind; Without control But with a swing. Always a dancer Always a writer. The only one that never change The eternal witness of pain, Of laughts, of blames. Expressed in such little ways: Can kill you, Can rise you, Can shelter you, Can drown you. Always moving with grace Being so hurtful Being so grate.

Questioning my tears... by hijadelilith, literature

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Questioning my tears...

In this night when tears fall like nomadic stars; one by one of the raven sky… as my raven’s… eyes. I question my fears I question my tears: Are they justified? Or are, just, another lie? An auto inflicted wound, so I can blame a “who” for my depression, for my perennial isolation of the world around. An excuse to my –pathetic- self compassion. Because the truth is that every thorn has a rose. As every laugh can hide ill every weep may have hope. My eyes are so tired of crying, my heart have been torn for so long, and I stopped fighting. I let sadness make me burn. I’m crying again

unnamed by hijadelilith, literature

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unnamed

I feel alone… I feel alone now Looking at the raven sky Feeling I fell down Without even know why. I love you, wanna hold you Can you come? No…offcourse not: I’m not at home. Are you home when I’m not around? Or are you just in a house? Are you as lonely as I? Suffering in your mind? Living with a dad that despises you And a mom that needs you… Unless… you know what your demons are… By my side I’m drowning in a sadness that I can not explain; Maybe is a madness that I can not contain. I feel so worthless, so useless with this depressions I get. So hopeless I don’t want no

Memorias de un asesinato by hijadelilith, literature

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Memorias de un asesinato

Este es un breve relato que un día simplemente me llegó de los dulces labios de Clío y Melpómene...espero les guste... Sentía el frío toque de la lluvia en su piel ¿Cuánto tiempo había pasado? ¿Qué había pasado? Poco a poco volvió a su cabeza las fraccionadas memorias… Sangre, sangre, mucha sangre. Niños corriendo, sus niños, sus hijos, maldita sea ¡Sus hijos! Ella recordó todo… Flashback Era un día tranquilo, ella y sus dos hijos: Mandy y Alex, salieron a dar una caminata por la hacienda de su padre, con caballos, vacas, perros pastores, ca

memories of a murder by hijadelilith, literature

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memories of a murder

This is a short story that one day simply came of the bittersweet lips of Clío & Melpómene…I hope you like it… She felt the cold touch of the rain in her skin ¿How much time has passed? ¿What had happened? Little by little the fractionated memories came back to her mind…Blood, blood…so much blood...Too much blood. Kids running…Her kids, her kids damn it is! Her kids…She remembered everything… Flashback It was a quiet nice day, she and her two sons: Mandy and Alex, went to have a long walk by the land of her father, with horses, cows, sheepdogs, goats and who knows how many other animal

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Venezuela
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Paradise Lost, Placebo, A perfect Circle, etc.tcc,etcetc

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"Sadness, emptiness, misery: the muses of the greatests"

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hijadelilith

Aug 5, 2009

I'm back

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Wow, the last time I wrote here I was moving to the capital due to university studies, now I'm 4 months from finishing it, 5 years later. Art have been pushed aside in my life this last 5 years (mostly by excuses I think) but I'm practicing hard now, and my intentions are to get better everyday, hope my new deviations become prove of it. I've thinking of changing my username here, but finally (I don't even know if you can do that) I keep liking the history behind the daughter of Lilith and the resemblance it have with my own weird name. It doesn't matter how much I've grown up, it would be hypocritical to think I'm going to ever see as a "ph

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hijadelilith

Jul 29, 2009

Devious Journal Entry

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what the hell...I'm been workingin my portfolio cuse I have to finidh it before I go to itally so I'm not studying italian anyway...so why not comeback?... Clubs I am: (and that you should check out!!) ~7Sins-Club (https://www.deviantart.com/7sins-club) :iconpurpleclub::icondigitalartnetwork::icondeviantpainters::iconweekly-deviant: I give permission to all this clubs to use my deviations :3

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hijadelilith

Jul 19, 2009

4 d people I watch( d very few that watch me)

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I'm leaving 4 a while. the 7 of august I'll go to Italy and'll return september 5 (yei!!!) I studied Italian like 2 years ago and for some reason I don't undertsadnd my mom thought I still remembered everything... and I don't. So I looked 4 all my books and stuff and I've realized my vocabulary is quite minimun and that I'm Fucked xD Italians speaks so fast and it's disfficult 4me to understand. So I really have to study and everytime I-m here on deviantart I start commenting and participating in great contest and reading and watching all this wonderfulls things and I can't stop! And when I start painting is even worst is like an adiction an