viernes, 28 de septiembre de 2007

viernes, 14 de septiembre de 2007

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole by MARTHA WAINWRIGHT

Como cuchillo en mantequilla,asi siento que ha sido partido en cachitos mi corazón...No se que sentir que pensar, sonreir me lastima, el sol me lastima, y este sentimiento de doble filo es negativo...pero lo siento, ahi esta hasta casi juraría que se puede tocar....Esta cancion musicaliza este momento de mi vida....

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

martes, 11 de septiembre de 2007

Juramelo.

Jurame que sera feliz.

Silencio



Silencio…no quiero ruidos…la función ha terminado, las palabras salen sobrando, el corazón le ha ganado a la razón, miedo….miedo? si, bastante mucho miedo, de ese miedo a encontrarte contigo misma en el espejo, obscuridad, de la nada, quiero una obscuridad completa como caja negra donde pueda depositar mi corazón, pasó de nuevo maldita sea!!! Siempre pasa lo mismo, ya debo estar acostumbrada, ya debo de estar atorada en ese sentimiento, confiada alcé el vuelo, y me deje caer….caer aplastada expuesta, siempre expuesta, Salí de mi escondite para regresar estrellada, desangrada, con las alas rotas….mi corazón se ha quebrado en mil pedazos, como un cristal…no puedo juntarlos todos, se multiplican y pincha mis manos dándome dolor.
No quiero hablar con nadie…quiero estar sola quiero silencio….

lunes, 10 de septiembre de 2007

Life for rent

haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking

It's just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don't lean to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me

It's just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive

If my life is for rent...

miércoles, 5 de septiembre de 2007

"D" de:

Desanimada,
derrotada,
destruida,
desposeída,
descorazonada,
drogada,
demente,
delegada,
desarmada,
derretida,
desahuciada,
desmadrada,
descorazonada,
desesperada...

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