August 16, 2009

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
      Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
        Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
          For nothing now can ever come to any good.
            He was my North, my South, my East and West,
              My working week and my Sunday rest,
                My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
                  I thought that this would last forever: I was wrong.

                  June 01, 2009

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                  Yo no quiero un amor civilizado,
                    con recibos y escena del sofá;
                      yo no quiero viajes al pasado
                        y volver del mercado
                          con ganas de llorar.
                            Yo no quiero vecinas con pucheros;
                              yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir;
                                yo no quiero catorce de febrero
                                  ni cumpleaños feliz.
                                    Yo no quiero cargar con tus maletas;
                                      yo no quiero que elegir tu champú;
                                        yo no quiero mudarme de planeta,
                                          cortarte la coleta,
                                            brindar a tu salud.
                                              Yo no quiero domingos por la tarde;
                                                yo no quiero columpio en el jardin;
                                                  lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde,
                                                    es que mueras por mí.
                                                      Y morirme contigo si te matas
                                                        y matarme contigo si te mueres
                                                          porque el amor cuando no muere mata
                                                            porque amores que matan nunca mueren.
                                                              Yo no quiero juntar para mañana,
                                                                no me pidas llegar a fin de mes;
                                                                  yo no quiero comerme una manzana
                                                                    dos veces por semana
                                                                      sin ganas de comer.
                                                                        Yo no quiero calor de invernadero;
                                                                          yo no quiero besar tu cicatriz;
                                                                            yo no quiero París con aguacero
                                                                              ni Venecia sin tí.
                                                                                No me esperes a las doce en el juzgado;
                                                                                  no me digas "volvamos a empezar";
                                                                                    yo no quiero ni libre ni ocupado,
                                                                                      ni carne ni pecado,
                                                                                        ni orgullo ni piedad.
                                                                                          Yo no quiero saber por qué lo hiciste;
                                                                                            yo no quiero contigo ni sin ti;
                                                                                              lo que yo quiero, muchacho de ojos tristes,
                                                                                                es que mueras por mí.

                                                                                                April 16, 2009

                                                                                                El problema

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                                                                                                El problema no fue hallarte, el problema es olvidarte.
                                                                                                  El problema no es tu ausencia, el problema es que te espero.
                                                                                                    El problema no es problema, el problema es que me duele.
                                                                                                      El problema no es que mientas, el problema es que te creo.
                                                                                                        El problema no es quererte, es que tú no sientas lo mismo.
                                                                                                          El problema no es cambiarte, el problema es que no quiero.
                                                                                                            El problema no es que duela, el problema es que me gusta.
                                                                                                              El problema no es el daño, el problema son las huellas.
                                                                                                                El problema no es lo que haces, el problema es que lo olvido.
                                                                                                                  El problema no es que digas, el problema es lo que callas.
                                                                                                                    El problema no es que juegues, el problema es que es conmigo.

                                                                                                                    October 12, 2008

                                                                                                                    distorted belief...

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                                                                                                                    I sit alone and watch the clock tryin to collect my thoughts. All I think about is you, and so I cry myself to sleep and hope the devil, I don't meet in the dreams that I live through.
                                                                                                                      Believe in you? You know i've waited for so long.
                                                                                                                        Believe in you? Sometimes the weak become the strong.
                                                                                                                          Believe in you? This life's not always what it seems.
                                                                                                                            Believe in me cause I was made for chasing dreams.
                                                                                                                              All the smiles you've had to fake, and all the shit I've had to take just to lead us here again... I never have the things to say to make it all just go away, to make it all just disappear...

                                                                                                                              September 26, 2008

                                                                                                                              you're breaking my heart

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                                                                                                                              In case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see
                                                                                                                                this is my heart bleeding before you,
                                                                                                                                  this is me down on my knees...

                                                                                                                                  September 25, 2008

                                                                                                                                  my love bipolar

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                                                                                                                                  You change your mind like a girl changes clothes. Yeah you P.M.S like a bitch... I would know... You overthink, always speak cryptically, I should know that you're no good for me.
                                                                                                                                    Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're up then you're down, you're wrong when it's right, It's black and it's white, we fight we break up, we kiss we make up....
                                                                                                                                      You don't really wanna stay, no. But you don't really wanna go, oh. Someone call the doctor, got a case of love bipolar, stuck on a roller coaster and I can't get off this ride...

                                                                                                                                      September 05, 2008

                                                                                                                                      You.

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                                                                                                                                      I probably shouldn't say this, but at times I get so scared when I think about the previous relationship we shared... It was awesome, but we lost it, it's not possible for me not to care... And now we're standing in the rain, but nothing's ever gonna change until you hear the 7 things I hate about you: Your vain, your games, your insecure, you love me, you like her, you make me laugh, you make me cry (I don't know which side to buy), your friends, when you act like them just know it hurts...I want to be with the one I know. And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do: You make me love you... I's awkward and silent as I wait for you to say what I need to hear now is your sincere apology, when you mean it, I'll believe it, If you text it, I'll delete it, lets be clear. And compared to all the great things that would take too long to write, I probably should mention the 7 that I like.. The 7 things I like about you: Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's, when we kiss I'm hypnotized, you make me laugh, you make me cry (But I guess that's both I'll have to buy) your hands in mine, when we're intertwined everything's alright, I want to be with the one I know... And the 7th thing I like the most that you do: You make me love you...

                                                                                                                                      August 22, 2008

                                                                                                                                      life on the side...

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                                                                                                                                      six numbers, one more to dial before I'm before you I tried to call been busy all night gave up waiting at daylight...
                                                                                                                                        Excuse me Mr. Busybody could you pencil me in when you can?
                                                                                                                                          though we both know that the worst part about it
                                                                                                                                            is I would be free when you wanted me...
                                                                                                                                              ...if you wanted me.
                                                                                                                                                ohhhhh... I am the one on the side hoping you'll make up your mind I am the one who will swallow my pride. One of the many.
                                                                                                                                                  One of the few to stand back and wait for you.
                                                                                                                                                    I fell in love with the dream
                                                                                                                                                      taking my own advice, I'm giving up tonight.
                                                                                                                                                        Good luck to you and the queen.
                                                                                                                                                          I would be free when you wanted me ...if ever you wanted me...

                                                                                                                                                          July 21, 2008

                                                                                                                                                          the way you move me....

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                                                                                                                                                          Leave the light on,
                                                                                                                                                            i'll never give up on you.
                                                                                                                                                          Leave the light on,
                                                                                                                                                            for me too...

                                                                                                                                                          July 20, 2008

                                                                                                                                                          To my Immortal Beloved,

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                                                                                                                                                          My angel, my all, my very self.
                                                                                                                                                              Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks, can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another? can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?
                                                                                                                                                                My heart is full of so many things to say to you, ahhh, there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all... but cheer up, remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours.
                                                                                                                                                                  Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us. I can live only wholly with you or not at all. Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I am in your arms and say that I am really at home with you.
                                                                                                                                                                    Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest. Oh, continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
                                                                                                                                                                      Ever thine, ever mine; ever ours.
                                                                                                                                                                        Your faithful.

                                                                                                                                                                        July 07, 2008

                                                                                                                                                                        lo que te esta sobrando a mi me salva la vida...

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                                                                                                                                                                        A veces no pienso, me vuelvo tan fria y no estoy... A veces me ausento de mis sentimientos, y luego sonrió, recuerdo y me aferro a vivir...Y a veces quisiera matar por tu amor, tan solo por un momento...
                                                                                                                                                                          Y es que todavía no encuentro lo que en mi seria normal para darte mucho más, y entregarme por completo... Sexo, pudor o lágrimas, me da igual.
                                                                                                                                                                            Me quieres ver grande a pesar de lo débil que soy y si toco hasta el fondo me sacas de nuevo... Por eso me quedo, me aferro y te quiero a morir, por eso aquí adentro tu estas todo el tiempo...viviendo del sufrimiento.
                                                                                                                                                                              Y es que todavía no encuentro lo que en mi seria normal para darte mucho más, y entregarme por completo... Sexo, pudor o lágrimas, me da igual.

                                                                                                                                                                              June 18, 2008

                                                                                                                                                                              como si....

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                                                                                                                                                                              Yo ayer he entendido que desde hoy sin ti comienzo otra vez, y tú...aire ausente, casi como si yo fuese transparente, alejándome de todo, escapar de mi tormento.
                                                                                                                                                                                Pero me quedo aquí sin decir nada...sin poder despegarme de ti y eliminar cada momento que nos trajo el viento y poder vivir... como si no nos hubiéramos amado.
                                                                                                                                                                                  Yo sobreviviré, no me preguntes cómo, no lo sé, el tiempo cura todo y va a ayudarme a sentirme diferente... a que pueda olvidarte, aunque es un poco pronto.
                                                                                                                                                                                    Me quedo inmóvil aquí sin decir nada...sin poder aburrirme de ti y eliminar cada momento que nos trajo el viento y poder vivir... como si no nos hubiéramos amado
                                                                                                                                                                                      ...como si nunca te hubiera amado , como si no hubiese estado así... y quisiera huir de aquí, quisiera escaparme. Pero me quedo otra vez, sin decir nada, sin gritarte: ¨ven, no te vayas, no me abandones sola en la nada" amor...
                                                                                                                                                                                        ...después, después, después viviré como si no nos hubiéramos amado.
                                                                                                                                                                                          ...como si nunca me hubieras amado.

                                                                                                                                                                                          June 11, 2008

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                                                                                                                                                                                          June 05, 2008

                                                                                                                                                                                          Epiphany

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                                                                                                                                                                                          Certain things are just not meant to be....
                                                                                                                                                                                            no matter how much we wish they were.

                                                                                                                                                                                          June 01, 2008

                                                                                                                                                                                          PS:>

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                                                                                                                                                                                          I've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on my own. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.