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domingo, 5 de mayo de 2013

AVIÉNTAME by Café Tacvba

Abrázame y muérdeme
Llévate contigo mis heridas
Aviéntame y déjame
Mientras yo contemplo tu partida
En espera de que vuelvas
Y tal vez vuelvas por mi

Y ya te vas que me dirás
Dirás que poco sabes tu decir
Despídete ya no estarás
Al menos ten conmigo esa bondad
Te extrañaré, no mentiré
Me duele que no estés
Y tu te vas

Amárrame y muérdeme
llévate contigo mis heridas
murmúrame y ládrame
y grita hasta que ya no escuche nada

Solo ve como me quedo aqui esperando que no estes
En espera de que vuelvas
Y tal vez vuelvas por mi
En espera de que vuelvas
Y tal vez vuelvas por mi



Mira como tuve un plan, pero no sirvió de nada.
Esta era la canción del último día, la que te cantaría.
Llévate todo lo que aprendi a darte como un souvenir.
"...en espera de que vuelvas, y tal vez vuelvas por mí."

Congrats!

So, congratulations... You win! This is how ghosts are made real and how wounds are made eternal. Standing ovation for your efforts to diminish your own value. Yet my future stays the same. I expected more, but what am I to wish upon the stars? Thanks.

martes, 28 de junio de 2011

Heaven & Hell (by Love Amongst Ruin)

Watch the sun
Disappear
My shadow fades
Night in day
My mind is crazed

Feel the pain
Like the rain
I'm coming down
Crash and burn
Wait my turn
To hit the ground

Some things are made just for heaven
Some things you can count on for hell

Gone astray
Far away
I'm lost inside
Nothing slows
As time goes by

Come away
On this day
You've survived
Away from this
And your kind
From this I decline

Some things are made just for heaven
Some things you can count on for hell

viernes, 10 de junio de 2011

To cut/violence

Made my mind and realized I need to CUT some things off my life. Physical and emotional cut. I need to reset myself to a moment far ago and start to gain trust again.

Acting to awake my creativity -and violence-, getting back on track! Always meant to walk away the things that hurt to realize that those were the ones that made my routine stand out.

Fire and thunders in my mind, that's what I need... And bit by bit my fingers pour the things they were used to. Independent letters raining from me.

A yell of pleasure killing my throat, a defying look walking down the crowded streets and acting a fool for a laugh or two. I contradict myself and that's my richness. Songs that bounce in my soul moving, loud and dense, are the self-prescribed medicine for me by now.

jueves, 9 de junio de 2011

Fire-light

I'll always light up a candle on my table to make sure my mind is set!

This charade of a smile won't work for long, inside there's a crack from head to toe. Unconditional I asked and that's not what is offered in this home. And my flaws are greater than my own taste. I have to remember the goal so I don't drown in so many lost causes. "I swallow words like a placebo".

The sounds I refused to hear are coming back to my mind. I think the process has begun and there is no way to stop it. My own frown became the mask I use, and it won't combine with the smile I pretend. Time to break it all and be born again... in freedom... in happiness...

I've got my candle in front of me while out there fireworks contradict the sky!

miércoles, 8 de junio de 2011

No witness

All these suicidal tears drop themselves off my face to the infinity. They know it's their fate, their destiny. And I envy them for so many reasons... At least they got me to be a part of their decision to be their road to salvation.

But in the other side of the looking glass, I am seated in this bed, dark and cold, alone, with no one to stare at my own tantrum. I decide to stay quiet, swallowing frustration, letting my own tears be happy with their choice of self immolation. I got no witness of this act of commiseration. And it's OK 'cause it's my choice. I rather hit myself in the head time and time again to find light out from my skull without eyes to judge me.

However, out there, there must be someone/something anguished to be here... Me, I'm just waiting for the crash --- the moment of impact.

I can hear my happy tears yell - goodbye, cruel world!

The process

1. HEAL
2. CLOSE
3. LEAVE
...
...
...
9. HAPPINNESS

jueves, 2 de junio de 2011

Grope

How to greet this again? The need of finding the right word, the epiphany and change it all. The therapy I need, my own personal psychologist. The return of Saturn on its fullness. Here I am, asking what, when, where and how!

I collected all these little bugs in jars below my pillow, just pummeling one over another. Finally the tower went out of control and it was meant to fall apart. It is... And the next stage is reordering it all.

I can find myself, I do, find what I loved and lost! I can... I will... Another great cycle of the spiral. Here we go...