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

Someone like you-Adele

We were born and raised
In summer haze
Bound by the surprise
Of our glory days
I hate to turn up out of the blue
Uninvited, but I couldn't stay away
I couldn't fight it I'd hoped 
you'd see my face
And that you'd be reminded
That for me, it isn't over, yeah

You never begin to comprehend the losses of life until you've lived enough to need those things back.

Is it fair to say, that no strings hold me back to this place? Is it fair to say, I've got nothing,truly nothing that will take me back there? Probably the comfort of routine and knowing everybody, but that is also what encourages me even more to get away from there. It's a chapter of my life I have already closed, and I'm not willing to look back. Maybe, next year when my doubts begin to invade my mind, I will. I will open that book and smile, because deep inside I know there are so much memories I'm leaving behind. I know, that place, as much as I hate it is what build my personality, even if I don't like it either, that place is my home. I don't fear the near future, I fear mostly growing up, but even worst, I fear that in a future I will regret having said all these things because I will eventually miss the space it had in my heart. 

Vos, lee

Si te perdés en las memorias de un pasado que ya cicatrizó, entonces solo al vacío vas a llegar, para darte cuenta que ese pasado no significó tanto como crees y todo fue un simple traspiés que dolió tanto solo porque el o la que te trataba de levantarte estaba tan o más abatido que vos. 

I can't stop loving you with half of my heart

I'm so sorry, I thought you'd fit perfectly in my fairytale.
Guess my heart don't want, what my head needs most.
Guess my head doesn't need what my heart wants most.
But I can't do nothing, not even love you more.
But I can't do nothing, not even leave you cause I'll crawl.

How can I ever be beautiful if I never believed in standards of beauty?

Nunca voy a ser como los demás quieren, nisiquiera como yo quiero. Entonces, qué mierda hago? Me siento incómoda conmigo misma en todo sentido, juro que trato con toda de evadirlo y pensar como mis ideales dicen...o decían nosé pero odio ser como soy, odio mi cuerpo y mi cara, odio mi persona. Soy una fucking decepción. MIERDA

Tip: The A Team by Ed Sheeran 

It's hard enough on all of us.

Yου Ɩеt mе іחtο уουr life οח a whim
Aחԁ tһеrе wаѕ magic аחԁ fire іח tһе night
Iח loving I wаѕ јυѕt a ƖіttƖе boy
I mаԁе mistakes tһаt caused уου ѕο much pain
AƖƖ I know іѕ tһаt I’m older now

Sοmе people tһіחk tһаt іt’s best tο refrain frοm tһе conventions οf οƖԁ-fashioned Ɩονе
Tһеіr hearts аrе filled wіtһ holes аחԁ emptiness
Tһеу tеƖƖ themselves tһаt tһеу′re tοο young tο settle down
Girl I promise уου I’m older now

Aחԁ tһіѕ һаѕ bееח hard enough οח уου
I know іt’s bееח hard enough οח mе
Bееח telling myself tһаt I саח roll wіtһ tһе changes

Everyone needs riot

"Los zorros del desierto de Sechura aúllan como demonios cuando llega la noche, ¿sabés por qué?: para quebrar el silencio que los aterroriza"...Él tenía ganas de gritar para que la vida brotara en ese cuarto, donde todo parecía muerto.-
Mario Vargas Llosa, La ciudad y los perros

Es verdad, el silencio no es más que silencio, y aún así te desmorona, te aniquila, tuerce tus heridas más oscuras, las más escondidas; deja que te carcoman en el interior, que se multipliquen en todo tu cuerpo y ataquen a cada parte de él hasta que no tengas salida, hasta que tu rostro te acuse de cobarde y tus acciones de inútil. El silencio nos quiebra porque el silencio no es más que la verdad, porque vamos...Todos sabemos que nadie tiene una pista de qué hacemos acá, y llenamos el espacio de relleno insignificante para contener el miedo que nos apabulla. Yo tengo miedo de perderte por completo, por eso lleno mi presente con recuerdos del pasado, para dibujar una ilusión que más remedio no tiene, más remedio no tenemos. Lleno mi presente de guirnaldas que nunca existieron entre nosotros y me aprovecho a más no poder de esta arma de doble filo que nos une, para encontrarte entre los que vomitan sangre noche y día, entre los que vomitan sus emociones porque no las pueden contener en su interior sin que lo destruyan. Y bueno, la vida tiene un tinte bastante paródico si nos ponemos a pensar, pero nadie quiere pensar, nadie quiere escuchar que estamos solos asique sigamos haciendo ruido.

People who makes us happy are never the ones you expect, so when you find someone, you've got to cherish it.

Blackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

 Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

I'm scared of where it may lead
There's a part of me that never wants to leave
It's the fear of knowing you're gone, but your footprint is still set on the stone
On the Wall of Fame, or the Wall of Shame
And still I want to let go
I watch you walk the hallways day by day
Your beauty never goes away
I see you all grown, enjoying the easy paths with some bumps put aside
I see you live, I see you do what I never did
And I realize I'm never gonna be a part of that whole
Sometimes I wish it was someone else watching,
but it's been this way all my life.
I've been on the rise but never with a true smile
Just hiding the angst that I've made on my own
Shuttering the resentment I have for you all
I know it's not you that bother me, I know it's myself
and I want to break free
But not one of these days have I walked the same way, than all you did
I feel I was born backwards, and that's why I'll never fit in.
I know you stare at me sometimes, I see you behind this mask,
It's like this look of pity, as if you praying for me,
Mercy, mercy, please Lord be merciful to her
I know you see me feel alone
I try to act but it just shows, at least to you
But there's nothing I can do
Not until I get to leave this room
I just want to leave. I really do want to leave.
Hoping there's a space for me outside this fields.

You don't care, in reality nobody cares. But you especially don't care

El hecho de que haya intento o no, tiene mucha importancia queridos pocos y afortunados seguidores, porque te demuestra si a ese alguien le importa o no, si no trata es porque no le importa (al menos no cuanto vos queres que le importe) nosé si me siguen pero basicamente nada, no te importa y punto.

Pd. Hacer una entrada tan chota sin esmero alguno es todo un tema de darle sentido a lo que digo, va con el mensaje....y además que nada estoy en crisis y tenía ganas de hablar sola un rato. Chau, gracias por escucharme, leerme, por nada

All we ever do is say goodbye

We're just ordinary people, you and me.

Time will turn us into statues, eventually.

Is it too late to remind you how we were?

Por un instante miro atrás y sonrío, como nunca antes sonrío. Nos veo a nosotros dos, caminando en silencio de cómplices mirando al suelo, tentados por la risa que tiembla por dentro en cada uno, y sin querer nuestras miradas chocan.

Compartimos un mundo de canciones que reflejaban todo lo que nunca nos quisimos decir, compartimos melodías que apaciguaban nuestros sufrimientos, compartimos letras que fueron hechas para nosotros, casi como si nuestro molde hubiera sido meticulosamente pensado para entrar en esa canción. Nos entendíamos en nuestra locura, en nuestra ira, nos victimizamos a más no poder. Eramos adolescentes y queríamos adolecer, nuestro amor era nuestra fantasía, utópica, surreal, única. Y aún lo es. 

You could be happy and I won't know

But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wish I had not said
Are played on lips 'til it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were?
But not our last days of silent, screaming blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world