Sunday, 28 February 2010
Juro que no sé por qué. No sé si es miedo, si es que no quiero, si realmente no quiero dejar el pasado, si es inseguridad o qué pero, no puedo, cada vez que hay una oportunidad nueva, desconocida, me paralizo, doy vueltas, quiero, no quiero. Por otro lado, cuando esa oportunidad parece haber pasado, la busco, me molesta que otro pueda sacármela, pero cuando la recupero no siento alivio, me vuelvo a asustar. No sé si es histeria, no sé. Odio decir esa frase pero parece que es mi lema, siempre estoy parada, encerrada en ese "no sé" y quiero salir pero no.
Por momentos pienso que el pasado me ata, me llama y por eso no puedo o quiero dejarlo, pero siempre es lo mismo. Siento que estoy lista, que me espera algo mejor pero cuando llega siento que no me quiero conformar con eso, ¿por qué, si yo quiero otra cosa, si espero algo distinto? ¿Es masoquismo, idealismo? Pero lo desconocido me asusta, me genera rechazo, parece que prefiero algo no tan bueno pero que ya sé cómo termina, conozco el final de memoria. Es así, me encanta ver las películas una y otra vez, repetidas veces, no me canso y odio cuando las historias dan un giro, me molesta que cambien los personajes, que entren y salgan, que las situaciones no sean lo esperado, odio los finales abiertos, me desconciertan, no los tolero. ¿Será eso?
Otra vez "no sé", pero sí sé que sea lo que sea, va a tener que cambiar, VOY a tener que cambiarlo.
It's kinda weird what one can feel sometimes. One always imagine life in some way and we stick to the thought, the dream that that life we've planned will be our life. But guess what? Sometimes it just doesn't happen, in fact, it doesn't happen very often. So, when you have eighteen or nineteen or whatever, you believe in that ideal life, or at least you know it won't happen but in some deep deep little room of your mind or heart you expect for it to happen. You expect one day you're gonna walk up and your hole life would be finally starting over, all your efforts would be worth, you're gonna earn the job of your life, your friends and family would be proud of you, and the one person you've always cared and waited for would come to get you and tell you "you are the one" and you would feel all is slowing down and down and down and BOOM! You walk up and "OH, of course it was a dream" and you wish you've never woken up and you get up and your job sucks, everything you've been fighting for just doesn't come to you, your friends and family look at you with that look of "things will be better" and all you wanna do is shut everyone and everything to hell. And yes, you can be sure life's not a fairytale, you're not going to become a princess, there's no prince charming, and the people you love sometimes is the people that hurt you, and ok, life's not a pink paradise. But I think that all we can do is try to look our life through pink glasses.
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Friday, 26 February 2010
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Guess this means you're sorry, you're standing at my door. Guess this means you take back all you said before, like how much you wanted anyone but me. Said you'd never come back but here you are again. Because we belong together now, forever united here somehow. You got a piece of me and, honestly, my life would suck without you.
Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye. Maybe I was wrong for trying to pick up a fight. I know I've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too. Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you. Because we belong together now, forever united here somehow. You got a piece of me and, honestly, my life would suck without you.
Being with you is so dysfunctional, I really shouldn't miss you but I can't let you go. Because we belong together now, forever united here somehow. You got a piece of me and, honestly, my life would suck without you.
A little too romantic para ustedes, pero resume nuestra friendship: no importa lo que pase, siempre están ahí, como siempre, porque sabemos que no seríamos las mismas si no nos tuviéramos. Las quiero acá, en Mira, en Pina, en China, de día, de noche, en una reunión bajonera, en una noche del tipo girls gone wild, todas divinas y en pijama, con pelos largos divinos o con peinados tipo Jazmín (el perro de Susana no la gitana ajaja), casadas, solteras, divorciadas, viudas (por favor las dos anteriores no), con hijos, sin hijos, bronceadas, blancas, palitos de la selva o rosas, como sea, whatever.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Liam: I'm private and secretive, but I don't wanna be. If you give me another chance, I won't be.
"You can put a stick in my spokes, I can be the butt of your jokes, I can be the laughing stock, I can be your hoax, but I ain't gonna lose you.
They can come and tear my house down, they can run me out of town, they can tie me up, call me a clown, but I ain't gonna lose you.
I can't stand the tought of another man.
They can make me turn my back on my friends, send me away to up in San Quentin, put me in a hole a thousand times again, but I ain't gonna lose you.
Throw me in a hurricane, tell the whole world I've gone insane, run an electric shot to my brain, but I ain't gonna lose you.
I can't stand the thought of another man.
I'll sing it from my roof top, I'll sing it from my bus stop, I'll sing it on the street drunk to a cop, but I ain't gonna lose you."
Y YO ME MORÍ DE AMOR ENTRE LIAM, LO QUE DIJO, LO QUE DIJO ELLA Y LA CANCIÓN DE FONDO JAJA.
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise in memory of what we used to call in love, and only time will tell if violins will swell in memory of what we used to call in love, used to call it love.
I thought I saw a man brought to life. He was warm he came around, like he was dignified. He showed me what it was to cry.
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored, you don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for. I don't know him anymore. There's nothing where he used to lie, my conversation has run dry. That's what's going on, nothing's fine, I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late, I'm already torn.
So I guess the fortune teller's right, I should have seen just what was there and not some Holy light, but you crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much. There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn.There's nothing where he used to lie, my inspiration has run dry. That's what's goin' on, nothing's right, I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, bound and broken on the floor. You're a little late, I'm already torn.