A veces nos empeñamos en malgastar nuestra felicidad trantando de crear la de otros, pero de lo que no nos damos cuenta es de que realmente, el hecho de que esa felicidad llegue no está nuestras manos.
jueves, 16 de junio de 2011
miércoles, 15 de junio de 2011
'cause sometimes love can't with everything
Love is not always the answer, it's not an unbreakable wall, it's not the main reason which we are alive for, it's something marvelous, harmfull, stupid and clever at the same time that is part of life, is just a way to be certain about something that we already know but we don't realize, is just a way to confirm that we are unique.
But what happends when is not as easy and marvelous as you expected, or when you give your everything to get his/her nothing?
That your world falls
And does love worth it?
Not at all, but
people feelings are sometimes so damn dramatic...!
Is just another phase,
just a step in the stair of life,
just something that should happend
to let us know that we are unique
also when nobody tell it to us.
martes, 14 de junio de 2011
Simple Plan
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna runaway?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
No one ever lied straight to your face
No one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
Never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
domingo, 12 de junio de 2011
Porque la vida es corta, la memoria imperecedera y las fotografías duraderamente efímeras
No dejes que el silencio de los demás haga callar tu voz, no permitas que la ceguera de las gentes haga que tus pies sigan un camino embarrado e imposibilita que el miedo interrumpa tu vida porque lo que se parará serás tú, no el tiempo.
Así que nada desnuda, duerme a la intemperie, camina descalza, ponte y cumple metas, llega tarde a casa (o pronto, según como se mire), viaja, descubre, piérdete, cumple tus sueños, propósitos, y caprichos, pero sobretodo prohibete prohibirte absolutamente nada, porque si no has probado todo, ¿como puedes saber qué es lo que realmente quieres?
Ella está en el horizonte -dice Fernando Birri-.
Me acerco dos pasos, ella se aleja dos pasos. Camino diez pasos y el orizonte corre diez pasos más allá. Por mucho que yo camine, nunca la alcanzaré. ¿Para qué sirve la utopía? Para eso, para caminar.
martes, 7 de junio de 2011
lunes, 6 de junio de 2011
Don't ever try to judge me... yes, we've talk a lot but I'm not just what I seem to be.
You know my name, not my story.
You've heard what I've done, but not what I've been through.
domingo, 5 de junio de 2011
sábado, 4 de junio de 2011
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