My personal Buddha

"Tha Post"

The minute you lay expectations on the people you love, you constrain them to a life inside a narrowed bottle, where, if they love you back, they do as much as they can to please you, even if that means being carried away from the path of dreams. I think, sometimes expectations mislead us, they trick us into doing things we don't love but still, we try our best to fulfil them cause it means that we're making someone happy. Its a sacrifice, its the life of a martyr. Sometimes I think what would it be if we didn't have those limits? What would be if we had no attachments, would we be free? Or can we be free without needing to please our loved ones? So ask yourself, if you wanna live life for yourself, or you want to live for someone else?

Te amo.

What a shame, we all become such fragile broken things

When I go to sleep at night, I always wish that as soon as I cover myself with the blank sheets, they will clear my head, they will take away these thoughts of mine, these thoughts I would never want for anyone else, I wish that they'd make me pure, innocent, fresh, I wish they'd take me back to some other time when everything was better, happier, easier. The thing is, there was no such time, it was only that I was apt to playing someone else's games, its just that I had back up and now I've got nothing, I don't even have the will to follow the lead, I'm tired of doing so and still being lonely, I'm tired of being the third player in a game for two, I always feel like I'm stepping into someone else's life, unwelcome but yet most of them find the way to get through all my regular inconveniences and accept me, help me. But I'm sick of that, I feel pity for all those who feel forced to welcome me and I admire them but I also feel exhausted of being the one who's always left out, cause lets face it I don't belong there, never will I belong there. That's why, at night I always cover myself up, hoping that the sheets will dry my tears and maybe take me somewhere very far from here.

Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream

If you can see it in my eyes, please do help me out

Noches eternas sobre las que miente a los demás, les dice que se quedó hasta tarde viendo las estrellas y por eso le arde la mirada. Dulce secreto que esconde en su interior, tan dulce que es más bien amargo y salpica en su sangre quemándole cualquier intento de resignarse al dolor. No, no podes, es parte de vos, aunque le grites a los vientos, tu llanto solo como un eco ininteligble se escuchará y con mucha suerte algunos te preguntarán: Dijiste algo? Pediste ayuda? Y cuando veas a los lobos en la oscuridad amenazandote con sus ojos escarlata vas a reprimirte y responder: Estoy bien. Pero sabés que necesitás hablar, necesitas que alguien te escuche pero el miedo a que se rían con sus rostros de adultos sabiossabelotodo te empuja hacia adentro del placard y te ahoga en tu propia mente, tan poco fría, tan llena de sentimientos que no comprendes, tan, tan incomprendible que convierte tu nombre en un anagrama con muchas respuestas inútiles, inútiles.

After all this drama is shred apart, 

Will I still find you by my side?

The art of getting by

Sally Howe: I have fears but I thought they were pretty run-of-the-mill: pain, death.

George Zinavoy: Not me. I fear life.
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George Zinavoy: I have no idea what I'm doing here.

Dustin: I don't think anybody does, at least you admit it.

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Tenerle miedo a la muerte mientras se vive. Sentir que no sos dueño de tu propia vida. Dudar de quien sos. Apegarse a las etiquetas que nos ponen los demás por miedo a ser la nada misma. Inseguridad. Vulnerabilidad excesiva. Mostrar al público todos los síntomas de un alma atormentada y aún así nunca dejarse ayudar, nunca revelar por completo lo que piensa, reservárselo para sobrecargar el peso sobre los hombros, la culpa, el resentimiento, el miedo. Y así, estancarse en una vida monótona que raramente alguien más tendría el coraje de calificarla como tal. Al fin y al cabo, le tenes miedo a la muerte pero estas muriendo en vida.

Linger-The Cranberries

Please don't stand so close to me, I can take the words but not the touch. Please don't walk away from me, Having you is having peace in the rotted past that tormented my mind, Like scars were finally healing and as your fingers dance in the surface that covers my once wounded flesh, I get goosebumps but not the scary ones, they  feel just like when I was fifteen and we were standing at the crossroads about to say goodbye, while we were just saying hello to a new life together, you pulled me close, held my hand and brushed your fingers like soft paintbrushes through my cheek and then through my lips, while you slowly approached and I took your air in to feel that we were bounded, that we were inside each other because we were. The moment you kissed me, I new this ride wouldn't be over soon, that's how I feel now, once again, after all this time, after all these years, we're back together, taking baby steps to a new road, by your hand but never really with you. I guess, after all we've been through this is as best as we can get. Thank you.

The mere thought of the future makes me tremble, it is tormenting my present and making me grieve for a life I have not yet built. So I chose to keep my distance from the days ahead, and become stagnated in these meaningless days in which everything comes to an end. No one will have to worry because I wont say goodbye yet.

Let art be a part of your life.

Art has no limits. It's what keeps us human, what keeps us true to ourselves, to our essence. Never underestimate the power of the arts, it has the power to depict man as it is, as it was created and as each of us would like to be. Never let yourself loose the art that is in you, believe me, it comes in each of us, in different forms, but we all have a thing for art. Let it take you to new places, let it break the limits that you've put to yourself, boundaries..they organize us, they  make as objects, art is limitless. Art keeps us human. Art is purely what lies in our souls shadowed, covered with a veil. So tear apart the curtains that hide your soul, and let art be a part of your life.

People haven't always been there for me, but music has-T.S

Pareciera que las canciones aparecen con la melodía de tu vida, para darte un mensaje, para que reconozcas lo que está pasando. La música es una magia, la única que nunca va a ir a destiempo con vos.

Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye


Wordlessly watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?


They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are four for each other


Stand by the stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello


They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are four for each other