Es esa sensacion de entrega cuando algo nos importa, porque nada te hace mas feliz que trabajar y esforzarte con una gran y gigante sonrisa de felicidad, pensando que vas a alcanzarlo. No importa. La verdad es que nada de eso importa. Llegar o no llegar. Lo importante es encontrar algo o alguien por lo que valga la pena dejarse consumir. Y es naturaleza del ser humano, luego de ser quemado y de estar vacío; testarudo y caprichoso volver a intentarlo. Renacer de sus cenizas. Ave Fenix.
sábado, 30 de junio de 2012
jueves, 21 de junio de 2012
Totally fucked
Si. Porque iba en el colectivo llorando y escuchando esta cancion? Re bizarro, lo se. Seria porque me alteraba la valija gigante de la vieja que me pidio que le diera el asiento? No entiendo porque hay gente tan forra como para subirse a un colectivo con valijas? Loco que parte no captas de que el colectivo no es para hacer mudanzas? No entendes que no cabe una mosca ahi adentro y venis como vieja forra a sacarme del asiento a mi cuando hay 2 millones de personas mas? Porque siemore a mi? Encima te me pones a hablar, vieja forra no soy tu nieta, ubicate. Ubica tyu valija del ojete que me caigo si la pones en el medio del paso. Loco quye tienen tofoas las viejas ocngmigo? Poirque todas me hablan y me preguntan cosas? UQne me viste ceara de querer ayudar al projimo o de buena samaritana? No entendes que si me estoy poniendo los auriculares al palo para que escuches american idiot es porque no quiero hablar con vos vieja forra? Me duele la cabeza ahora.
Y entonces vino Totally fucked y pense no, porque que sean las 6 de la tarde y ya este en Artigas me pone un poco de buen humor;
there's a momento you know you're fucked
not an inch more room to self destruct
no more moves oh yeah
the dead end zone
man you just can't call your soul your own
BUT THE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU REALLY JUMP
IS THAT THE WEIRDEST SHIT IS STILL TO COME
y dije voy a subir esta cancion al blog. No se para que. Solo para testimoniar que a veces mi vida es una mierda y a veces no. Y no se que hacer. Pero un poco me divierte, y un poco no. Es como si necesitara tocar fondo. Soy tan feliz.
Y entonces vino Totally fucked y pense no, porque que sean las 6 de la tarde y ya este en Artigas me pone un poco de buen humor;
there's a momento you know you're fucked
not an inch more room to self destruct
no more moves oh yeah
the dead end zone
man you just can't call your soul your own
BUT THE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU REALLY JUMP
IS THAT THE WEIRDEST SHIT IS STILL TO COME
y dije voy a subir esta cancion al blog. No se para que. Solo para testimoniar que a veces mi vida es una mierda y a veces no. Y no se que hacer. Pero un poco me divierte, y un poco no. Es como si necesitara tocar fondo. Soy tan feliz.
Tags:
regina,
songs,
spring awakening,
totally fucked,
verdades,
vida real
viernes, 15 de junio de 2012
Oh then I need your voice.
Words get trapped in my mind
Sorry I don't take the time to feel the way I do
'Cause the first day you came into my life
My time ticks around you
But then I need your voice
As a key to unlock all the love that's trapped in me
So tell me when it's time to say I love you
All I want is you to understand
That when I take your hand it's 'cause I want to
We are all born in a world of doubt
But there's no doubt
I figured out
I love you
I feel lonely for
All the losers that will never take the time to say
What was really on their mind instead they just hide away
Yet they'll never have
Someone like you to guide them and help along the way
Or tell them when it's time to say I love you
So tell me when its time to say I love you
lunes, 11 de junio de 2012
The price we pay to feel
Night after night,
We'd sit and wait for the morning light.
But we've waited far too long,
For all that's wrong to be made right.
Day after day,
Wishing all our cares away.
Trying to fight the things we feel,
But some hurts never heal.
Some ghosts are never gone,
But we go on,
We still go on.
And you find some way to survive
And you find out you don't have to be happy at all,
To be happier alive.
Day after day,
Give me clouds, and rain and gray.
Give me pain, if that's what's real.
It's the price we pay to feel.
We'd sit and wait for the morning light.
But we've waited far too long,
For all that's wrong to be made right.
Day after day,
Wishing all our cares away.
Trying to fight the things we feel,
But some hurts never heal.
Some ghosts are never gone,
But we go on,
We still go on.
And you find some way to survive
And you find out you don't have to be happy at all,
To be happier alive.
Day after day,
Give me clouds, and rain and gray.
Give me pain, if that's what's real.
It's the price we pay to feel.
When we open up our light.
Sons and daughters, husbands, wives.
Can fight that fight.
There will be light.
Sons and daughters, husbands, wives.
Can fight that fight.
There will be light.
Tags:
lucha interna,
next to normal,
songs,
verdades
domingo, 10 de junio de 2012
miércoles, 6 de junio de 2012
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