¿Quién te dijo que yo era el sueño que soñaste una vez?: marzo 2011

Es que no quiero escribir esto, no de nuevo…
Me siento tan descorazonada, tan perdida, siento que nada me importa, que nada traspasa mi superficie ¿sabes?
Me siento tan indolente a todo, como si me supiera mis diálogos de memoria, cual actriz, saberlos y no sentirlos.
Nada me toca, nada me traspasa, me siento idiota.
¿Qué me sucede? Sólo quiero mirar el mundo de manera hosca, fruncir el ceño y b l o q u e a r .
Tan superficial, siempre en la superficie, j a m á s intimar.

sábado, 19 de marzo de 2011

El asunto es cuando no son sueños, son visiones.

What can you do
When your good isn’t good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
Cause my best intentions keep
Making a mess of things.
I just want to fix it somehow.

No hay canción má perfecta para mi en estos momentos, no la hay.

martes, 15 de marzo de 2011

...and i dont care

martes, 8 de marzo de 2011

El asunto con las lágrimas es quién te consuela, quién te hace reír o quién te ayuda a enjuagarlas.

Si él te insinúa la oportunidad de entrar de nuevo en tu vida por algo es.

Porque necesita plata, porque necesita esto o lo otro

El amor no lo va a necesitar, por algo se te fué.

El arrepentirse encima tarde da mala señal, en ese caso hubiera mentenido contacto vos en todo ese tiempo

Si todo ese tiempo no necesitaste de él

¿qué te hace pensar que ahora si?

Nada, fué.

Y lo peor es cuando lo pierdes, cuando te pierdes, cuando ya no hay camino, ya no hay tú, ya no hay nada, sólo NADA.

Tengo ganas de ser aire y me respires para siempre

Miedo paralizante~

Malo, malo eres, no se daña a quien se quiere, tonto, tonto, tonto eres, No te creas mejor que las mujeres!

ou, with your words like knives And swords and the weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again Got me feeling like a nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard Calling me out when I’m wounded You picking on the weaker man  Well you can take me down with just one single blow But you don’t know, what you don’t know  Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?  You, with your switching sides And your wildfire lies and your humiliation You have pointed out my flaws again As if I don’t already see them I walk with my head down Trying to block you out ’cause I’ll never impress you I just wanna feel okay again  I bet you got pushed around Somebody made you cold But the cycle ends right now Cause you can’t lead me down that road And you don’t know, what you don’t know  Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?  And I can see you years from now in a bar Talking over a football game With that same big loud opinion But nobody’s listening Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things  Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing And all you are is mean All you are is mean And a liar and pathetic and alone in life And mean and mean and mean and mean  But someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean, Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?  Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?

Malo, malo eres, no se daña a quien se quiere, tonto, tonto, tonto eres, No te creas mejor que las mujeres!

ou, with your words like knives And swords and the weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again Got me feeling like a nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard Calling me out when I’m wounded You picking on the weaker man  Well you can take me down with just one single blow But you don’t know, what you don’t know  Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?  You, with your switching sides And your wildfire lies and your humiliation You have pointed out my flaws again As if I don’t already see them I walk with my head down Trying to block you out ’cause I’ll never impress you I just wanna feel okay again  I bet you got pushed around Somebody made you cold But the cycle ends right now Cause you can’t lead me down that road And you don’t know, what you don’t know  Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?  And I can see you years from now in a bar Talking over a football game With that same big loud opinion But nobody’s listening Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things  Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing And all you are is mean All you are is mean And a liar and pathetic and alone in life And mean and mean and mean and mean  But someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean, Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?  Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city And all you’re ever going to be is mean Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me And all you’re ever going to be is mean Why you gotta be so mean?