About you

– a veces las cosas son mas fuertes, entendes?, pero uno tiene que seguir...
_ a veces me pregunto "porque hay que seguir?" quien lo dice? (es una observación muy pesimista), o sea: que hay que seguir?
- te lo contesto con una peor quizas: seguí por vos, por tu vida.... por vos que sos lo más importante que tenés.... quien te cuida si no te cuidas vos.???
_asi es... es por eso que yo decido hasta donde llegar...

my words...

Abrazas al aire con diferentes nombres y formas
Lo lloras y lo deseas

Aire con nombre que impetuosamente te abandona
Enloquecido se arremolina sobre tu cara
Te cubre de tierra (seca al costado de la vida)

muchos nombres,
el mismo aire
(la cara grasosa con una mueca mal puesta)

Tierra que se confunde con aire
Aire que tiene nombre de tierra

Boqueando como pez a punto de morir

(Te odio desde los últimos momentos que comencé a buscar



me)


Buma.

Blow Out - Radiohead

In my mind and nailed into my heels
All the time killing what I feel

And everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated)
Turns to stone

And everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated)
Turns stone

I am fused just in case I blow out
I am glued just in case I crack out

Everything I touch
turns to stone
Everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated)
Turns to stone.

una cancion para escapar un rato hasta de nosotros mismos...
los vaivenes de la tristeza.

creo que me lo inventé... cuando la historia se vuelve contra mi

a veces me pregunto por que no podemos olvidar?
todavia el recuerdo de M es tan explicito que me aterra,
creo que es por la propia experiencia de saber que nunca es
y que al querer acercarme mas, mas se alejaba de mi y de todo lo que yo era,
creo que lo invente en cierto punto,
pero por momentos tambien me vi envuelta en un juego egocentrico...

es en ese momento cuando demostramos lo que somos
es justo en ese momento cuando desaparece toda posibilidad ...

esto que parece un lamento de una obra mediocre
forma parte de algunas cosas que me pregunto a diario...

descentrando, pensando mientras el domingo se muere...

las cosas no suelen resolverse tratando de mimetizarse con aquellas personas que son tan distintas a nuestras experiencias,
la mediocridad nos rodea constantemente, la chatura cultural nos envuelve aunque luchemos por destacarnos,
y es en el simple movimiento que creemos contracultural cuando en realidad más incorporamos aquellos modos y formas de pensar que detestamos.
ser uno mismo, respetarse, y respetar nuestros tiempos... mi soledad cada vez me enseña mas cosas que mi propia sociedad.

los tiempos son totalmente subjetivos, y la felicidad no se obtiene de estos lugares de recreacion que te imponen..
quizas la encuentre en un lugar impensado, y ademas quien quiere esta felicidad emparchada, constituida a partir de un permanente borrador...

estoy harta de que quieran encasillar las maneras de vivir y de crecer...
el problema es que nadie se pone a pensar en ello..

Un tema maravilloso....

Stairway to heaven. Led Zeppelin

Theres a lady whos sure
All that glitters is gold
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
oh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.
Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts
I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How evrything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.

Final del juego...

creo que muy pocas personas no actuan por interes
a veces quedo atonita por mi ingenuidad...

siempre quedo rotando en el eje de los otros...
entonces es el momento de preguntar
¿por qué nos exponemos a los vaivenes del otro?

creo que es tiempo de desacelerar y esperar
el tiempo del otro esta muriendo...

Pixies... Where is my mind?

Ooooooh - stop

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But theres nothing in it
And youll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimminI was swimmin in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin to talk to me koi koy

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimmin ?
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If theres nothing in it
And youll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Ooooh
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Ooooh
Ooooh

te adoro, te detesto...

old habits die hard.....????

I thought I shook myself free
You see I bounce back quicker than most
But i'm half delirious, Is too mysterious
You walk through my walls like a ghost
And I take everyday at a time
I'm as proud as a Lion in his Lair
Now there's no denying it, a note to crying it
Your all tangled up in my head

Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Harder than November rain
Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Hard enough to feel the pain

We haven't spoken in months
You see i've been counting the days
I dream of such humanities, such insanities
I'm lost like a kid and i'm late
But i've never taken your coats
Haven't no block on my phone
I act like an addict, i just got to have it
I can never just leave it alone

Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Harder than November rain
Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Hard enough to feel the pain

And I can't give you up
Can't leave you alone
And its so hard, so hard
And hard enough to feel the pain

Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Harder than November rain
Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Hard enough to feel the pain