sábado, 13 de marzo de 2010

Aprenderé a dejar de soñar antes de desilusionarme una vez mas  .

Yet

I'm losing ground and gaining speed
I've lost myself or most of me
I'm headed for the final precipice

But you haven't lost me yet
No, you haven't lost me yet
I'll sing until my heart caves in
No, you haven't lost me yet

These days pass me by I dream with open eyes
Nightmares haunt my days
Visions blur my nights
I'm so confused
What's true of false
What's fact or fiction after all
I feel like I'm an apparition's pet

But you haven't lost me yet
No you haven't lost me yet
I'll run until my heart caves in
No, you haven't lost me yet .

viernes, 26 de febrero de 2010

martes, 16 de febrero de 2010

V for Vendetta

"More than 400 years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of government remain unknown to you, then I suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked "

"A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, blowing up a building can change the world."

"Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget "

domingo, 14 de febrero de 2010

In my world ,






Anything can happen .. or I wish so .

sábado, 13 de febrero de 2010

Clarity

I worry, I weigh three times my body
I worry, I throw my fear around
But this morning, there's a calm I can't explain
Rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain

Ooooh,
By this time I recognize this moment
This moment will be gone
But I will bend the light pretending
That it somehow lingered on
When all I got's, Ooooh .

And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will pay no mind
That it won't and it wont
Because it can't, It just can't
It's not supposed to .

martes, 5 de enero de 2010

My little syster ♥

Te amo hermanita, sos todo :)
no importan las peleas, importan las locuras, las desveladas y por sobre todo que sos mi loca hermanita menor (L

lunes, 4 de enero de 2010

Complicated

I like you the way you are
When we're driving in your car
And you're talking to me one-on-one
But you've become

Somebody else, round everyone else
You're watching your back, like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me
Tell me

Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like somebody else, gets me frustrated
Life's like this and you'll,
fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get
And turn it into
Honestly promised me
I'm never gonna find you fake it.
No no no.

You come over unannounced
Dressed up like you're someone else
Where you are and where it's at you see
You're making me, laugh out
When you strike a pose, take off
All your preppy clothes
You know you're not fooling anyone
When you become

Somebody else, round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me

sábado, 19 de diciembre de 2009

Just another soul for sale

Nunca voy a entender que pasaba por mi cabeza. Nunca voy a concebir como pude dudar tanto de mi misma. Un pequeño desliz y todo parece perder el sentido. Un error tras otro, imposible hacer oídos sordos a los reclamos. ¿Y si era por alguna razón que todo el mundo me decía que estaba haciendo las cosas mal? ¿No suena raro decir que están todos equivocados? ¿Qué hacer cuándo todos demandan lo mismo?
Perdí el control y jamás voy a olvidarlo. No era la misma, sólo presté atención a lo que todos esperaban de mí, no era yo. Aprenderé de mis caídas e intentaré recordar siempre quién soy. ¿No había dicho tantas veces que no coincidía con los prototipos de la sociedad moderna? Cuando el amor, la libertad, la verdad y muchos otros valores realmente importantes quedan olvidados. Cuando sólo hay lugar para la avaricia, el egoísmo, la mentira, el poder. ¿Y si no quiero vivir en la sociedad moderna? Sé que no soy otra alma en venta, es una de las pocas cosas de las que estoy completamente segura. ¿Y qué si digo que no soy como todos? Seré un bicho raro a los ojos de los demás pero creo en que no soy la única voz que piensa del mismo modo. Sé que muchos expresan lo mismo, sólo que sus voces son oídas, pero no escuchadas.


viernes, 18 de diciembre de 2009

The pretender



What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender ,
What if I say I will never surrender?

lunes, 30 de noviembre de 2009

Ventisca

Pensar, sentir, soñar, resulta difícil mientras se lucha contra una ventisca. Tal vez debería seguir la corriente, agachar la cabeza y tragarme las palabras. Extinguir el pensamiento, resetear el cerebro y caminar junto a la masa, sólo otra oveja más en el rebaño. ¿Pero en qué mundo viviría? No el mío, nunca el mío. Y es en ese momento en el que comprendo y recuerdo que todo es por una razón, que todo vale la pena, cada ilusión, cada idea, cada esperanza, valen cada uno de los pasos dados contra esa ventisca. Mientras recuerde eso, estaré vivo.

Wrong again

Equivocada otra vez y los hilos me colocan una vez más en mi camino ¿Pero es este el verdadero? Eso no importa, es el único que conozco. Equivocada nuevamente y esta vez no entiendo por qué, sin embargo siento mi camino cada vez más cerca del abismo. No logro comprender qué quieren de mí pues apenas doy un traspié vuelvo al inicio. Equivocada cuando todo parecía ir bien. Sé que este no es mi único destino pero tiemblo al pensar en otra opción. El borde se acerca peligrosamente, es entonces cuando percibo que es mi última oportunidad antes que todo empeore y entiendo que es momento de armarse de valor y cortar los hilos de este títere.

domingo, 29 de noviembre de 2009

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry,
You don’t know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,
Oh, lets go back to the start.
Running in circles, coming in tales,
Heads are a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard,
Oh take me back to the start.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures,
Pulling your puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart.

And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me,
Oh and I rush to the start.
Running in circles, chasing tails,
And coming back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy,
oh its such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm going back to the start  .

domingo, 11 de octubre de 2009

So perfect to me

Got to talk and talked for a real long time
Couldn't explain the thoughts going through my head
Thinking how I wanna make you mine
Have to go, but I'll stay instead

Tell me boy, are you for real
Everything you do is so surreal
When I'm with you it's almost like I'm in a fantasy
'Cause everything you do is so perfect to me

Golden days ♥



You can say what you want
We don't need your permission
Cause you're so busy talkin'
That you don't even listen
You can do what you want
You know that we don't mind
You got the years
But we got the time

These are the golden days
In this golden age that we're livin'

I show you a thousand ways
I show you how we take what we're given

sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009

We are broken


Cause we are broken
what must we do to restore our innocence
and oh, the promise we adored ?
Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole