Te extraño y creo que nunca lo deje de hacer.
Extraño todo lo que eramos, y lo que nunca fuimos.
Todos los días te extraño de una forma diferente,
pero te extraño, eso si.
Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que te extraño,
es preciso dejarte de extrañar, quiero verte.
Quiero verte todos los días, pero no podría...
quiero verte todo completo, pero tampoco podría.
Te he extrañado tanto que ya no me acuerdo de ti,
sólo me acuerdo de que te extraño.
Entre más te extraño, menos me acuerdo por qué,
aunque razones he de tener.
Si te digo que te extraño, se acabaría esto.
extrañaría extrañarte, y eso sería extraño.
Así que mejor te extrañare, pero menos,
cada vez menos hasta que me olvide de eso.
Una vez intente olvidar que te extrañaba,
pero te extrañe más que nunca.
Extrañarte tanto hizo que olvidara lo que significa,
pero todavía te extrañaba.
Y luego te vi el otro día y te deje de extrañar,
todo el extraño sufrido se borro.
Ahora te deje de ver y empiezo de nuevo,
te extraño ya te lo dije?
Voy a pegar tu foto en mi pared.
martes, 30 de marzo de 2010
domingo, 10 de enero de 2010
Twisted fairy-tale
Our promises were rapidly falling behind,
I was unconciously faking to be blind.
Conversations kept failing to rise,
and you could tell nothing but lies.
Expectations lowered every silent dawn,
I justified every mistake,
I failed to accept our love was gone,
Just hoping I'd avoid the pain.
I acted interested, you faked the smile,
and every laugh was inevitably hostile.
Two different stories could be told,
and I was creating them both.
In mine you were the perfect man,
in yours I was your biggest fan.
At some point we lost the way,
was it your fail or was it mine?
We never should've flaunted from the start,
Everything was half true and half a lie.
I acted interested, you faked the smile,
and every laugh was inevitably hostile.
It could go on forever and it'd be okay,
I wouldn't mind keep living a fairy-tale.
We're like actors in a set,
we could pretend we just met.
It's true we're twisting reality,
but I've never been so happy.
So what's wrong with creating your own story?
I was unconciously faking to be blind.
Conversations kept failing to rise,
and you could tell nothing but lies.
Expectations lowered every silent dawn,
I justified every mistake,
I failed to accept our love was gone,
Just hoping I'd avoid the pain.
I acted interested, you faked the smile,
and every laugh was inevitably hostile.
Two different stories could be told,
and I was creating them both.
In mine you were the perfect man,
in yours I was your biggest fan.
At some point we lost the way,
was it your fail or was it mine?
We never should've flaunted from the start,
Everything was half true and half a lie.
I acted interested, you faked the smile,
and every laugh was inevitably hostile.
It could go on forever and it'd be okay,
I wouldn't mind keep living a fairy-tale.
We're like actors in a set,
we could pretend we just met.
It's true we're twisting reality,
but I've never been so happy.
So what's wrong with creating your own story?
viernes, 2 de octubre de 2009
El origen del amor?
Hay dos personas con teorias muy pero muy similares, si me preguntan uno le copio al otro y le cambio un poquito, asi como cuando copias la tarea y cambias la redacción, mas o menos.
Uno es más poetico, y hasta le hizo una canción, y tiene un tatuaje en honor a su teoria porque le dio sentido a su vida, ah y es un trasvesti protagonista de mi pelicula favorita, el otro nada mas fue uno de tantos ebrios en una fiesta que hablaban sobre el Dios del amor, le llamaremos Bebedevasogrande1, y les dijo a los demas ebrios que estaban bien pendejos porque si supieran la que en realidad era la naturaleza del hombre estarian encomendando su vida a un Dios que llamaremos Demoniodecloset2.
Según este wey, hace un chorromil de años habia 3 sexos no 2, y no se imaginen que el tercero era como un wey que tenia otro tipo de aparato reproductor en la cabeza o algo asi. El tercero era solo una combinación de los dos, NO, no como Lady Gaga hermafrodita... le llamaban androgino3 pero no porque fuera algo y pareciera lo otro como la exnovia de Lindsay Lohan que parecia un wey.
Ya se que es confuso, pero esperense a que les explique. El pedo era que en vez de tener dos brazos, teniamos cuatro, y en vez de dos piernas, teniamos cuatro, y dos cabezas y dos de lo que tenemos uno y el doble de lo que tenemos, no? Pero no como aliens, o como figuras misticas hindues, imaginense que eramos como una bola, pegados por la espalda, y caminabamos igual erectos pero si cambiabas de parecer, y querias ir para el otro lado pues no te tenias que voltear, nada más caminabas para el lado del otro wey, bien chido no... y cuando querias ir más rapido no corrias porque era mas facil rodar como dando vueltas carro.
Asiii era, habia hombres con hombres, mujeres con mujeres, y hombres con mujeres.
Pero ya nos creiamos bien chingones para ir a desafiar a los Dioses en el cielo, entonces le sacaron y dijeron nel nel, no podemos dejar que esto pase (como siempre los superiores reprimiendo a los inferiores antes de que los superen...).
Entonces los maricas hicieron un plan maligno en contra de nosotros, quieran hacernos sufrir, porque la idea tampoco era desaparecernos como a los dinosaurios, (si nunca se preguntaron, fueron ellos los que los convirtieron en lagartijas), porque les gustaba también que les dieran ... su tributo.
Entonces dijo uno de los big guys al que llamaremos Barbonconpoder4: pues vamos a debilitarlos, los partimos en dos! y ademas asi son mas y ps trabajan mas, y pagan mas impuestos, y asi.. (si, desde entonces) y si siguen queriendose pasar de listos pues los partimos en dos otra vez para que solo tengan un ojo, y una pierna, y la mitad de lo que solo tienen uno ahora.
Y ya pues Barbonconpoder, nos corto a todos, como si fuera a hacer huevos revueltos, y nos estrellara con la orilla del mueble, CRACK, en dos, y le dijo a su compinche: ve a curarle las heridas, porque era como un acuerdo implicito de lo que ahora entendemos como un seguro medico, y ya fue pero les dejo una cicatriz bien fea enmedio de la panza, y le llamaron ombligo, que era el nombre secreto para "por insolente me la partieron".
Entonces el caos llego, todo el mundo queria regresar con su otra mitad, y si no estaban con su mitad se volvian emos y ya no querian hacer nada, pero cuando encontraban a su mitad se abarazaban porque querian volver a ser una sola bola que daba vueltas de carro, y luego cuando se moria una mitad buscaban a otra pero no tenian crias.. porque su manera casual de tener hijos antes era que tiraban sus liquidos corporales al piso y ya FUM nacian.
Porque ademas tenian sus "partes privadas" atras, entonces Barbonconpoder dijo pues se los pongo adelante... y ya, se "abrazaban" y tenian hijitos de dos piernas y dos brazos, pero si habia un joto que pues antes estaba unido con otro joto no pasaba nada, se daban pero no habia nada que saliera de eso, mas que tal vez ETS's, pero no lo se con exactitud.
Pero yo no se porque ahora les parece anti-natural que haya homosexuales, si lo unico que quieren es volver a ser uno como lo eran antes, unos eran hombres con hombres, mujeres con mujeres, mujeres con hombres, como ya les habia dicho...
Entonces ahora solo hay que tratar de complacer al Barbonconpoder y sus secuases para que no nos vuelvan a partir en dos...
Y bueno.. tratar de encontrar a la mitad de la que fuimos separados, metaforicamente, porque yo no se ustedes pero yo no tengo ningun recuerdo de esta vida de haber estado pegada por la espalda con Hugh Grant, pero ... lo encontre! ahora solo falta que el me encuentre....
Fin.
1. Aristófanes
2. Eros, es el demonio de closet porque mas adelante de donde saque esto (el banquete de los dialogos de platón, Socrátes llega a la conclusion de que Eros no es mortal, ni es divino, si no es una cosa entre los dos, un demonio, por eso de closet porque todos los demas borrachos pensaban en el como un dios.
3. andros- varon gine - mujer (chicochica jajajajaja) por cierto, por eso es que mi nombre significa hombre viril vencedor ¬¬
4. Zeus.
Y ya, si les da hueva leerse El Banquete nada más vean este video del trasvesti de la pelicula, pero nunca se van a enterar de lo del demonio ni nada!!!!
Uno es más poetico, y hasta le hizo una canción, y tiene un tatuaje en honor a su teoria porque le dio sentido a su vida, ah y es un trasvesti protagonista de mi pelicula favorita, el otro nada mas fue uno de tantos ebrios en una fiesta que hablaban sobre el Dios del amor, le llamaremos Bebedevasogrande1, y les dijo a los demas ebrios que estaban bien pendejos porque si supieran la que en realidad era la naturaleza del hombre estarian encomendando su vida a un Dios que llamaremos Demoniodecloset2.
Según este wey, hace un chorromil de años habia 3 sexos no 2, y no se imaginen que el tercero era como un wey que tenia otro tipo de aparato reproductor en la cabeza o algo asi. El tercero era solo una combinación de los dos, NO, no como Lady Gaga hermafrodita... le llamaban androgino3 pero no porque fuera algo y pareciera lo otro como la exnovia de Lindsay Lohan que parecia un wey.
Ya se que es confuso, pero esperense a que les explique. El pedo era que en vez de tener dos brazos, teniamos cuatro, y en vez de dos piernas, teniamos cuatro, y dos cabezas y dos de lo que tenemos uno y el doble de lo que tenemos, no? Pero no como aliens, o como figuras misticas hindues, imaginense que eramos como una bola, pegados por la espalda, y caminabamos igual erectos pero si cambiabas de parecer, y querias ir para el otro lado pues no te tenias que voltear, nada más caminabas para el lado del otro wey, bien chido no... y cuando querias ir más rapido no corrias porque era mas facil rodar como dando vueltas carro.
Asiii era, habia hombres con hombres, mujeres con mujeres, y hombres con mujeres.
Pero ya nos creiamos bien chingones para ir a desafiar a los Dioses en el cielo, entonces le sacaron y dijeron nel nel, no podemos dejar que esto pase (como siempre los superiores reprimiendo a los inferiores antes de que los superen...).
Entonces los maricas hicieron un plan maligno en contra de nosotros, quieran hacernos sufrir, porque la idea tampoco era desaparecernos como a los dinosaurios, (si nunca se preguntaron, fueron ellos los que los convirtieron en lagartijas), porque les gustaba también que les dieran ... su tributo.
Entonces dijo uno de los big guys al que llamaremos Barbonconpoder4: pues vamos a debilitarlos, los partimos en dos! y ademas asi son mas y ps trabajan mas, y pagan mas impuestos, y asi.. (si, desde entonces) y si siguen queriendose pasar de listos pues los partimos en dos otra vez para que solo tengan un ojo, y una pierna, y la mitad de lo que solo tienen uno ahora.
Y ya pues Barbonconpoder, nos corto a todos, como si fuera a hacer huevos revueltos, y nos estrellara con la orilla del mueble, CRACK, en dos, y le dijo a su compinche: ve a curarle las heridas, porque era como un acuerdo implicito de lo que ahora entendemos como un seguro medico, y ya fue pero les dejo una cicatriz bien fea enmedio de la panza, y le llamaron ombligo, que era el nombre secreto para "por insolente me la partieron".
Entonces el caos llego, todo el mundo queria regresar con su otra mitad, y si no estaban con su mitad se volvian emos y ya no querian hacer nada, pero cuando encontraban a su mitad se abarazaban porque querian volver a ser una sola bola que daba vueltas de carro, y luego cuando se moria una mitad buscaban a otra pero no tenian crias.. porque su manera casual de tener hijos antes era que tiraban sus liquidos corporales al piso y ya FUM nacian.
Porque ademas tenian sus "partes privadas" atras, entonces Barbonconpoder dijo pues se los pongo adelante... y ya, se "abrazaban" y tenian hijitos de dos piernas y dos brazos, pero si habia un joto que pues antes estaba unido con otro joto no pasaba nada, se daban pero no habia nada que saliera de eso, mas que tal vez ETS's, pero no lo se con exactitud.
Pero yo no se porque ahora les parece anti-natural que haya homosexuales, si lo unico que quieren es volver a ser uno como lo eran antes, unos eran hombres con hombres, mujeres con mujeres, mujeres con hombres, como ya les habia dicho...
Entonces ahora solo hay que tratar de complacer al Barbonconpoder y sus secuases para que no nos vuelvan a partir en dos...
Y bueno.. tratar de encontrar a la mitad de la que fuimos separados, metaforicamente, porque yo no se ustedes pero yo no tengo ningun recuerdo de esta vida de haber estado pegada por la espalda con Hugh Grant, pero ... lo encontre! ahora solo falta que el me encuentre....
Fin.
1. Aristófanes
2. Eros, es el demonio de closet porque mas adelante de donde saque esto (el banquete de los dialogos de platón, Socrátes llega a la conclusion de que Eros no es mortal, ni es divino, si no es una cosa entre los dos, un demonio, por eso de closet porque todos los demas borrachos pensaban en el como un dios.
3. andros- varon gine - mujer (chicochica jajajajaja) por cierto, por eso es que mi nombre significa hombre viril vencedor ¬¬
4. Zeus.
Y ya, si les da hueva leerse El Banquete nada más vean este video del trasvesti de la pelicula, pero nunca se van a enterar de lo del demonio ni nada!!!!
sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2009
All I can see is all there is to be seen
We gave all our lifes to learn how to fly on our own,
Only to find that the edge of all we know was a painting above,
A clever desguise to make heaven reflect in our eyes,
In spite of all we were expecting to find in the skies.
We listened to preachers until losing our minds,
the first time there wasn’t especific race kinds,
But of course it all came with a prize.
Now it’s the consumation of everything we presumed,
it’s time everyone loses their masked hopes and dreams,
next time you open your eyes, you’ll see a blinding light,
the moment all false promises will finally ignite.
Only then will actions have meaning and real purpose.
Honestly living and dreaming for what we can truly obtain.
Going to magic places no institution will put rules for or oppose.
Cease to denying anything greater that sounds mundane.
No one will or has died for our sins, because there isn’t such thing,
Keep talking to yourself at nights, but quit looking up,
Don’t put your hands together, put them on someone else’s.
Quit suppressing what you really want to do, get rid of that fear.
Believe what you presence, believe what you feel.
Cause all you can see is all there is to be seen.
It’s up to you to find the secrets and beautiful things life can give.
Only to find that the edge of all we know was a painting above,
A clever desguise to make heaven reflect in our eyes,
In spite of all we were expecting to find in the skies.
We listened to preachers until losing our minds,
the first time there wasn’t especific race kinds,
But of course it all came with a prize.
Now it’s the consumation of everything we presumed,
it’s time everyone loses their masked hopes and dreams,
next time you open your eyes, you’ll see a blinding light,
the moment all false promises will finally ignite.
Only then will actions have meaning and real purpose.
Honestly living and dreaming for what we can truly obtain.
Going to magic places no institution will put rules for or oppose.
Cease to denying anything greater that sounds mundane.
No one will or has died for our sins, because there isn’t such thing,
Keep talking to yourself at nights, but quit looking up,
Don’t put your hands together, put them on someone else’s.
Quit suppressing what you really want to do, get rid of that fear.
Believe what you presence, believe what you feel.
Cause all you can see is all there is to be seen.
It’s up to you to find the secrets and beautiful things life can give.
viernes, 4 de septiembre de 2009
Greats.
Just when you think anything can't be greater,
you gotta take your chance to challenge the creator,
You've seen it a hundred times, you know it by heart
Take your chance and make your own piece of art.
Who's to judge but your own self?
Knowing the limits, recognizing the gift,
put some faith in it and give it a lift.
There's nothing to prove, aim to involve,
the feeling is there, show them you care,
words will come down, as the rain today...
it's not a matter of winning, do it your way.
You know it's different to everyone, so don't compare,
just do the thing that gets you out of despair.
Don't just sit and look for something to relate,
There's no exact feeling but the one you create.
Write, play, dance, paint, brake, draw, build, THINK.
Who's to judge but your own self?
Knowing the limits, recognizing the gift,
put some faith in it and give it a lift.
Define your happiness stop worrying about anyone else,
Try everything, do anything, stop at nothing,
After all you're the one who has to feel delighted,
the purpose is to with your soul be united.
you gotta take your chance to challenge the creator,
You've seen it a hundred times, you know it by heart
Take your chance and make your own piece of art.
Who's to judge but your own self?
Knowing the limits, recognizing the gift,
put some faith in it and give it a lift.
There's nothing to prove, aim to involve,
the feeling is there, show them you care,
words will come down, as the rain today...
it's not a matter of winning, do it your way.
You know it's different to everyone, so don't compare,
just do the thing that gets you out of despair.
Don't just sit and look for something to relate,
There's no exact feeling but the one you create.
Write, play, dance, paint, brake, draw, build, THINK.
Who's to judge but your own self?
Knowing the limits, recognizing the gift,
put some faith in it and give it a lift.
Define your happiness stop worrying about anyone else,
Try everything, do anything, stop at nothing,
After all you're the one who has to feel delighted,
the purpose is to with your soul be united.
miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009
You Know Me
It happened again, you came and blew me away,
It's like I never learn, or time to time I forget
That it's you knows me better than anyone else
and that it's you who stands beside me everytime.
Even when my ego takes over my head, you're there,
when I think that I don't need anyone to take care
Cause you know that I sometimes feel better than the rest,
and I'm too weak to notice when I'm already obssesed.
I may become blind or see through your words,
and go with the idea of bealiving some nerds,
You say I'm mature but I'm honestly not sure,
I'm only aware about I have so much to live and learn.
And yesterday I was so afraid, and so hurt
because I was flyin' high in a fantasy world,
you speak and make me fall in reality again...
and I know you find this uncomfortably mundane.
And now I'm just hoping you don't get tired and leave,
cause I know without you I'd do nothing but grieve,
I'm sorry if it takes a little time for me to see...
but you know in the end I always have to agree.
Now if theres any confindence left in you for me,
trust me when I say I'll never doubt of you again,
I wish I didn't have to say it, I wish it would show,
but you know writing about it it's the only thing I know.
I guess it's no surprise to you I do this to express,
my gratitude, my love, my admiration and all the rest.
I'm begging you to take this as the most serious thing,
Believe every word, and memorize it to your head.
You must know this and remember it when I turn into another,
please remind me that we'll always have each other.
I don't want to lose you, I'm promising I'll do my best,
but when I get lost in the way, please come and find me again.
It's like I never learn, or time to time I forget
That it's you knows me better than anyone else
and that it's you who stands beside me everytime.
Even when my ego takes over my head, you're there,
when I think that I don't need anyone to take care
Cause you know that I sometimes feel better than the rest,
and I'm too weak to notice when I'm already obssesed.
I may become blind or see through your words,
and go with the idea of bealiving some nerds,
You say I'm mature but I'm honestly not sure,
I'm only aware about I have so much to live and learn.
And yesterday I was so afraid, and so hurt
because I was flyin' high in a fantasy world,
you speak and make me fall in reality again...
and I know you find this uncomfortably mundane.
And now I'm just hoping you don't get tired and leave,
cause I know without you I'd do nothing but grieve,
I'm sorry if it takes a little time for me to see...
but you know in the end I always have to agree.
Now if theres any confindence left in you for me,
trust me when I say I'll never doubt of you again,
I wish I didn't have to say it, I wish it would show,
but you know writing about it it's the only thing I know.
I guess it's no surprise to you I do this to express,
my gratitude, my love, my admiration and all the rest.
I'm begging you to take this as the most serious thing,
Believe every word, and memorize it to your head.
You must know this and remember it when I turn into another,
please remind me that we'll always have each other.
I don't want to lose you, I'm promising I'll do my best,
but when I get lost in the way, please come and find me again.
lunes, 3 de noviembre de 2008
People Are Strange
People are strange, this I have learned
I should thank Jim for the quotable phrase.
Perhaps society has taught us to look for certian things,
as if we made angels of people just by puttin' them wings
like unconsciously see only what we expect to find,
then be disappointed when reality and dreams entwine.
Just like when you said the things I've been longin to hear,
I stupidly believed that it could be some kind of sign,
I made it what I wanted it to be. Not what it really was,
But to accept a mistake and an unwanted truth is hard.
One of those days when I search for answers in display,
Someone said to me "enjoy any love that comes your way"
I agreed in my brain, but my heart beats in denial.
Does that mean make the lie we live last a while?
If so, I want to think it has a meaning in the end,
that it's not just an advice told to ME by mistake.
But there I go again deforming it so it fits me well,
I suppose I know I don't want to be what I hate.
I wanna know what I'm looking for when I go on a date,
I wanna know what I'm able to give to whom I call my soulmate.
I wanna know what I need to feel to call someone my friend,
I wanna know what friends want so I'm not a disappointment.
Kind words seem now an irrelevant thing to look for,
cause people claim them even if they don't mean a word.
I could quote all the phrases that moved me some time,
But I guess I know what would be the deifinitve one:
"I'm addicted to words, and they're useless"
I just don't know what could mean more than this,
and it's eating me alive, I feel like a stranger here.
And I see people walking so confident as if they knew,
I have to ask if this is something they've all been trough.
I wanna know the answers to the most common wonders,
I wanna know why people can be so conformist,
I wanna know if theres someone out there that cares this much,
I wanna know why feelings are something I can never touch.
What I also wonder is why I spend so much time thinking,
and I don't know why I find love, and all so essential
It may be I just want to have a connection with meaning,
A moment of choice that is really existential.
Maybe the confident couples out there found what they wanted,
A stranger with the answers to the questions they had,
Or maybe they just don't find that important any of this,
But if any of you have an answer, please reveale it to me.
I should thank Jim for the quotable phrase.
Perhaps society has taught us to look for certian things,
as if we made angels of people just by puttin' them wings
like unconsciously see only what we expect to find,
then be disappointed when reality and dreams entwine.
Just like when you said the things I've been longin to hear,
I stupidly believed that it could be some kind of sign,
I made it what I wanted it to be. Not what it really was,
But to accept a mistake and an unwanted truth is hard.
One of those days when I search for answers in display,
Someone said to me "enjoy any love that comes your way"
I agreed in my brain, but my heart beats in denial.
Does that mean make the lie we live last a while?
If so, I want to think it has a meaning in the end,
that it's not just an advice told to ME by mistake.
But there I go again deforming it so it fits me well,
I suppose I know I don't want to be what I hate.
I wanna know what I'm looking for when I go on a date,
I wanna know what I'm able to give to whom I call my soulmate.
I wanna know what I need to feel to call someone my friend,
I wanna know what friends want so I'm not a disappointment.
Kind words seem now an irrelevant thing to look for,
cause people claim them even if they don't mean a word.
I could quote all the phrases that moved me some time,
But I guess I know what would be the deifinitve one:
"I'm addicted to words, and they're useless"
I just don't know what could mean more than this,
and it's eating me alive, I feel like a stranger here.
And I see people walking so confident as if they knew,
I have to ask if this is something they've all been trough.
I wanna know the answers to the most common wonders,
I wanna know why people can be so conformist,
I wanna know if theres someone out there that cares this much,
I wanna know why feelings are something I can never touch.
What I also wonder is why I spend so much time thinking,
and I don't know why I find love, and all so essential
It may be I just want to have a connection with meaning,
A moment of choice that is really existential.
Maybe the confident couples out there found what they wanted,
A stranger with the answers to the questions they had,
Or maybe they just don't find that important any of this,
But if any of you have an answer, please reveale it to me.
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