Vínculo fuerte sin llegar a simbiosis.
Figura ornamental.
Control de ira.
Percepción errónea de la realidad.
Indiferencia cósmica.
Proyección.
Inseguridad.
Fantasmas.
Inestabilidad emocional.
Unapersonanormal.
viernes, 26 de septiembre de 2014
jueves, 25 de septiembre de 2014
"My memory is cruel
Queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails"
Hay cosas que no dices y que callas, que encierras dentro para que no salgan. Hay tensión cuando te controlas y controlas en exceso cada palabra por miedo a que alguna escape y desate una catástrofe. Si está mal callar, ¿está bien decir todo lo que quieres? Todo continúa, indiferencia cósmica por mil, y tú eliges si continúas callando. Cuando se te escape una palabra de las que tanto has guardado, también escapará de tus labios el control. Es algo inevitable.
miércoles, 17 de septiembre de 2014
domingo, 14 de septiembre de 2014
lunes, 8 de septiembre de 2014
Spending my time- Roxette
Spending my Time
What's the time? Seems it's already morning.
I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue.
The TV's on but the only thing showing is a picture of you.
Oh I get up and make myself some coffee.
I try to read a bit but the story's too thin.
I thank the Lord above that
you're not here to see me in this shape I'm in.
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
hoping that you think of me too.
I'm spending my time.
I try to call but I don't know what to tell you.
I leave a kiss on your answering machine.
Oh help me please, is there someone
who can make me wake up from this dream?
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
hoping that you are missing me too.
I'm spending my time.
Spending my time, watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound of "Tears of a Clown",
a prayer gone blind.
I'm spending my time.
My friends keep telling me:
Hey, life will go on,
time will make sure I get over you.
This silly game of love -
you play, you win only to lose.
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
hoping that you think of me too.
I'm spending my time.
Spending my time, watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound of "Tears of a Clown",
a prayer gone blind.
I'm spending my time.
I'm spending my time.
What's the time? Seems it's already morning.
I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue.
The TV's on but the only thing showing is a picture of you.
Oh I get up and make myself some coffee.
I try to read a bit but the story's too thin.
I thank the Lord above that
you're not here to see me in this shape I'm in.
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
hoping that you think of me too.
I'm spending my time.
I try to call but I don't know what to tell you.
I leave a kiss on your answering machine.
Oh help me please, is there someone
who can make me wake up from this dream?
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
hoping that you are missing me too.
I'm spending my time.
Spending my time, watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound of "Tears of a Clown",
a prayer gone blind.
I'm spending my time.
My friends keep telling me:
Hey, life will go on,
time will make sure I get over you.
This silly game of love -
you play, you win only to lose.
Spending my time, watching the days go by.
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall,
hoping that you think of me too.
I'm spending my time.
Spending my time, watching the sun go down.
I fall asleep to the sound of "Tears of a Clown",
a prayer gone blind.
I'm spending my time.
I'm spending my time.
Recién la escucho, es realmente buena. Solo por eso la posteo.
miércoles, 3 de septiembre de 2014
Es tiempo de hablar con la verdad.
De volar para sanar.
Es tiempo de dejar ir lo que no fue.
De correr para sudar.
Es tiempo de que brote todo por los poros.
De caminar para llegar.
Es tiempo de ser fiel a lo que se cree.
De nadar para despejar.
Es tiempo de alejarte de lo tóxico.
De meditar para encontrar paz.
Es tiempo de saber quién eres.
Para saber a dónde vas.
De volar para sanar.
Es tiempo de dejar ir lo que no fue.
De correr para sudar.
Es tiempo de que brote todo por los poros.
De caminar para llegar.
Es tiempo de ser fiel a lo que se cree.
De nadar para despejar.
Es tiempo de alejarte de lo tóxico.
De meditar para encontrar paz.
Es tiempo de saber quién eres.
Para saber a dónde vas.
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