Estoy viuda.
You&Me
All else is nothing
sábado, 15 de octubre de 2011
miércoles, 12 de octubre de 2011
¿¿Cómo pude dejar que esto pasara??
¿Qué pasó con las promesas? ¿Dónde están ahora los sueños? El futuro que planeaba a tu lado desapareció.
Admito que nada es lo mismo, que la vida fluye y todo cambia alrededor, pero lo que jamás se modificó en mí es cuanto te amo... Que siempre estuviste por encima de todos, que sos la única con la que pretendí, pretendo y deseo pasar el resto de mi vida.
Pero se acabó.
Y ya no queda nada de eso, ni de nada. No queda nada.
Es posible, que nunca veas esto, pero a solo unas putas horas de haberte despedido desde un barco que se va a hundir en el horizonte, siento que ME MUERO.
Admito que nada es lo mismo, que la vida fluye y todo cambia alrededor, pero lo que jamás se modificó en mí es cuanto te amo... Que siempre estuviste por encima de todos, que sos la única con la que pretendí, pretendo y deseo pasar el resto de mi vida.
Pero se acabó.
Y ya no queda nada de eso, ni de nada. No queda nada.
Es posible, que nunca veas esto, pero a solo unas putas horas de haberte despedido desde un barco que se va a hundir en el horizonte, siento que ME MUERO.
Que hable sin pensar, que eras vulnerable tal vez por demás.Imbécil de mí, que no percibí que estaba metido adentro de tí.Te Juro por Dios, que nunca busqué, haber provocado el mal que te causé.Ahora cambié, ahora ya sé y todo terminó...
lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011
viernes, 3 de junio de 2011
Volemos lejos de aquí
Gotta find a way Yeah I can't wait another dayAnd fly...away from here! Anywhere! yeah I don't care We just fly...away from here! Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere Won't let time pass us by We just fly If this life getsAin't nothin' gonna changeif we stay 'round here Gotta do what it takes 'Cuz it's all in our hands We all make mistakes Yeah... but it's never too late to start again.. Take another breath, and say another prayer...!any hardernow It ain't no never mind You got me by your side And any time you want Yeah we can catch a train and find a better place Yeah... a cuz' we won't let nothin' or no one keep gettin' us down Maybe you and I can pack our bags and hit the skyAnd fly...away from here! Anywhere! yeah I don't care We just fly...away from here! Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhereWon't let time pass us by We just flyDo you see a bluer sky now You can have a better life now Open your eyes 'Cuz no one here can ever stop us They can try but we won't let them... no way Maybe you and I Can pack our bags and say goodbyeAnd fly...away from here! Anywhere! yeah I don't care We just fly...away from here! Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhereFly away from here Yeah... anywhere honey
I don't I don't I don't care
Yeah... we just fly
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Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.
Charles C. Finn
September 1966