Vain Desconocido no es que mis escritos no sólo son reflejo de mi, sino de otras personas y experiencias que esas otras personas me han proporcionado. De allí viene todo el asunto de mis perspectivas compartidas. Lo cómico resulta ser que me he dado cuenta lo vanidoso del asunto, digo (he estado en la posición, por lo tanto se de lo que hablo) el saber que una persona escribió sobre uno otorga una sensación bastante grata, es agradable, cierto? Y probablemente muchos se deben haber sentido de esta forma aqui dentro de mi caja, aún cuando muy pocas veces ha sido claro el personaje involucrado en el post. No lo niego, algunas veces pueden percibirlo, pero estoy segura que se han equivocado en otras oportunidades... Al final (sin pretender sonar vanidosa yo) es mucho lo que hay que desconfigurar en mi cabeza para realmente comprender o desencriptar algunos de mis post, especialmente cuando van dirigidos a ciertos "someones"; si la idea es ser yo la única que sepa... quién cree que pueda adivinarlo? Tan gafa no soy creo, si deseo que lo sepas... lo sabrás sin duda alguna. La idea de escribir sobre seres que me rodean viene de eso que dije al principio, perspectivas y experiencias que me robo y que vivo con ellos, que van construyendo poco a poco lo que soy. Siempre envío mensajes pero de una forma muy propia y si se quiere, cobarde... Cuantos post he dedicado directamente? Son contados y giran en distintos planos. Algunos han comenzado a conocer y traducir mis escritos, pues bien por ellos a veces. Así que tú, tú, tú y quizás tú... quizás esto es sobre ti, quizás no lo es. Tuve por un momento la sensación de restricción al escribir y fue por eso, porque apuesto a que piensas que tendrá que ver contigo. Esa sensación estoy dejándola atrás mientras escribo esto, me niego a no soltar palabras aquí sólo porque pienses que te escribo directamente y te provoque darle X significado a Mis palabras. *Plural*Many* Hehe.. por último, apenas pensé en escribir esto, una solita canción se me vino a la cabeza... más perfecta imposible. Lyrics by Carly Simon You walked into the party Like you were walking onto a yacht Your hat strategically dipped below one eye Your scarf it was apricot You had one eye in the mirror As you watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner They'd be your partner, and You're so vain You probably think this song is about you You're so vain I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? You had me several years ago When I was still quite naive Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair And that you would never leave But you gave away the things you loved And one of them was me I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and You're so vain You probably think this song is about you You're so vain I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and You're so vain You probably think this song is about you You're so vain I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga And your horse naturally won Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia To see the total eclipse of the sun Well, you're where you should be all the time And when you're not, you're with Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend Wife of a close friend, and You're so vain You probably think this song is about you You're so vain I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? Static Do you wonder a lot? Why is that some of the things I do, seem to be contradictory? Is it a weird perspective to make people think otherwise? I bet you do wonder, very often.Do you think about my position? About what I could think of you, knowing that we don't really got to know each other? Is it just an idea of fantasy or maybe a dream you thought it could be? Many different movements that make us pretend we know how to move these pieces, and ignoring the truth, we were crazy about each other... You came then left and came back to be gone for good and never really stood as an option for me to take, and now that it's not different, and your presence is as fake as it always was, what you provide makes me fall for your energy. Do you wonder how people could love an invisible item? What if I had that answer? You would no fight for me. And since you were never my wall I assume to be an illusion in your space. 'Cause there's an energy that surrounds you and you can't tell where it came from... I make it fly from here. Do you wonder about the music (U2)? Do you wonder about the time (3:35 am)? Do you wonder about our never real moment (back seat)? Do you wonder about my rough position (in the stone)? Do you know how to stop something that never even began (the sweet emotion)? ...There is no deal for you. Lyrics by Maximo Park Night falls and towns become circuit boards We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares And all I know is that you're sat here right next to me We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe Right now I feel each and every fragment This paper trail leads right back to you You say you need me to step outside You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happen Well this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too Why does every let down have to be so thin? Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous You have to leave, I appreciate that But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happen Two bodies in motion This is a matter of fact It wasn't built to last Two bodies in motion This is a matter of fact It wasn't built to last You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happen The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall And we decided just to write after all, after all Sunday Feeling II I'll do my best not to make this such a depressive post. A couple weeks ago, I started identifying certain sensation that made me feel like shit for no apparent reason and I would blame it on whatever was closer to me at the moment: too stressed out, too tired, lonely, etc... But none of those felt like the real reason, so I just tried not to think about it for a while... After all, that sensation only came on Sundays. Yesterday, while looking at the selling, I tried looking for the cause of this unpleasant feeling. And what I found out made it even worst... On Sundays there's nothing I do constantly, meaning that sundays are always random, there's no activity nor routine to follow. I'm just like a bag of sand laying on my bed, listening to the same music, going in and out crappy internet stuff, and just being quiet. And the reason why I won't look for something to do on Sundays is because I do too much during the rest of the week, so I should rest on Sundays. So, why am I not enjoying my resting time? Why do I feel so empty and anxious? I used to enjoy silence much more, and now it feels like I'm screaming inside and there's no sound coming out of me. Weird and wasted ideas come to my head and my mind is free to figure out whatever I don't allow myself to understand during my week days. But thankfully, Sundays only last 24 hours and my week always starts again... If I could make Sundays last longer, in order to push myself to understand and figure out what' really happening... Then I might feel a little happier. Maybe I don't wanna see what's behind that big but not huge wall: after my routine there's nothing but a "sometimes filled" pocket and millions of ideas of things I'm too afraid to make happen. .. As coward as always.. Lyrics by You Me At Six You've seen me last night, Working the room had their chests going tight, I got a theory, all I need is one drink. I've got you breathing all heavy and deep, Gasping for air and down on your knees, You're in love, but for as only as long as you're wanted. You never miss a beat, but. And you're the best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for or the ice to break. The best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for or the ice to break. Break down, you've always been so proud, And just look at you now. You're a bad smell in this room. "And I don't wanna, I don't wanna be bad news." "And I don't wanna, I don't wanna be bad news." But you are, but you are. I would walk through hell with a smile on my face. Just so I could make my mark on the hottest place. The best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for the ice to break. The best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for the ice to break. The best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for the ice to break. And you're the best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for the ice to break. The best kept secret, rolling off my tongue, some say you're As easy as they come and I say, what a way for the ice to break. (Background vocals) Never miss a thing, noo. Never miss a thing, noo. Never miss a thing, noo. What a way for the ice to break. Five Drinks And a Season Of Surrendering (Buttons) People and the wonderful vision we all have of situations. Colors everywhere, movements and buttons… yes, buttons. Seeing those from a certain perspective (yep, mine), buttons are everywhere and there’re many as can be: Start buttons: Some might believe this, some just wont… and they should. We have the power to set things in motion. When we are sure and we trust in that power, the universe cooperates with our plan and we press the start button for situations to get created. Imagination? Heh, sure. Try it. Once we got ourselves in this particular situation, there’re actions we might take to make things stop just for a while… you could do this to check if that place is where you really want to be, and what you’re doing is what really makes you happy. Just press pause once to analyze and press pause once more to keep on moving. This very special button is hard to figure out and to use. It works to create possible events that might happen or not during your very unique and fun walk (yep, The situation). Some people don’t understand the magical power of this pretty button and might not give the proper use to it. It’s not easy to get conclusions from very personal ideas. But the button is there waiting to be pressed. One of the buttons people enjoy the most. But a button that can’t really maintain the sensations or feelings the person experiments during certain events. You go through this situation and after time passes by you press this button to live it again in your head, but with time the effect fades and it’s necessary to go find some other situations… or the way to recreate that one you enjoyed so much. One of my favorites and only real if your imagination is as big as it can be. Situations could be so perfect, fun or right that time could be pushed aside for it is invisible and can’t control our motions. This button of magical power that can give us the great sensation of some high emotion, enjoying for longer that rush of events that got started. Very effective if they’re used the correct way. People tend to use this button very often and they regret doing it after a short break of reality, it’s an emergency stop for those situations that might get out of control, got to big to handle, it has been wasted or as simple as “this is not making me happy anymore!!!!”. After this button is pressed the situation won’t ever come back as it was before. Lyrics by Hey Mercedes monday this is what you're up against your head rings to the rhythm of the alarm clock time in breathe in time out breathe out i doubt that this is what you're all about tuesday this is what you're up against the television and your version of aversion the car the candy and the shower curtain blurting out the answers you didn't even ask for but it's bound to get better it better slow motion replay day in day out we came all this way now we'll fire up just to push them down hello human, we've got a little problem here us babies need to back up to the base or do you want to fake it kiss it just to taste it a door in the face or a face on the floor well tonight this is what i'm up against five drinks and a season of surrendering come out come out we all give up got too tough and enough is enough wait i can see our selves set free the sound and the string and you and me slow motion replay day in day out we all came this way now we'll fire up just to push them down i can't wait to see you wait wait i can see our selves set free the simmering sea and you and me Dimensions Si antes he escrito aqui sobre excusas, siempre ha sido para darle cierto sentido de bases sólidas en las cuales descansan muchas de nuestras acciones. Pero como bien aprendemos en nuestra sociedad, las excusas no son vistas como razones de peso, sino mas bien como mentiras inyectadas en esas decisiones para no tener que explicar mucho... o para evitar la culpa de decisiones que Sabemos, no son las mas adecuadas. Pero somos todos adultos, decidimos y aprendemos a vivir con las decisiones tomadas... Somos (heh) lo suficientemente inteligentes como para entender que no existen distintas definiciones para lo que debe ser considerado malo o bueno dentro de los conocidos contextos, y las reglas por las cuales vivimos. Pero, como siempre lo he expuesto, cada quien da un valor agregado muy diferente a cada acción y decisión; lo único que va dentro de un acuerdo mundial es el hecho de que las decisiones sólo se viven, no se reviven. Las consecuencias son nefastas, y nunca positivas. Las decisiones son, o deben ser, esas bases sobre las cuales apoyar futuras decisiones... no excusas baratas de nuestro rumbo o la forma en la cual recorremos ciertos caminos. El asunto esta en las dimensiones que cada quien es capaz de darle a esa idea, tanta inteligencia y tanto razonamiento contenido en pequeñas cabezas que andan por alli conectándose cada vez con más y más perspectivas. Lo importante en sí de este post no es ponerse muy profundos en el tema, pero si hacer ver la importancia de las dimensiones que le damos a las decisiones tomadas; depende siempre de un punto de vista interno y no externo. Son plantadas en nuestro camino y se manejan entre razones, excusas, dudas y buenas/malas intenciones... siempre y cuando se disfrute lo realizado y los colores guíen las ideas. Lyrics by Oasis Take the time to make some sense Of what you want to say And cast your words away upon the waves Bring them back with Acquiesce On a ship of hope today And as they fall upon the shore Tell them not to fear no more Say it loud and sing it proud And they... Will dance if they want to dance Please brother take a chance You know they're gonna go Which way they wanna go All we know is that we don't know -- What is gonna be Please brother let it be Life on the other hand won't let you understand Why we're all part of the masterplan I'm not saying right is wrong It's up to us to make The best of all things that come our way And all the things that came have past The answer's in the looking glass There's four and twenty million doors Down life's endless corridor Say it loud and sing it proud And they... Will dance if they want to dance Please brother take a chance You know they're gonna go Which way they wanna go All we know is that we don't know What is gonna be Please brother let it be Life on the other hand won't let you understand Why we're all part of the masterplan Chromatic Vision Here we go. As I said before, it will remain.If I'm still right about certain things, I believe my shadow is going around there still and I feel there're some things I need to write here. For those that come looking for something they don't know they just lost. People have missions in their lives. We all come to this world to do something and to perform in a certain way, most of us need some time to figure it out and some others just get it very fast. Those that understand their mission are people that can give a lot of themselves to others and know exactly how to manage their abilities as missionaries. This is not about my mission, 'cause I pretty much know what it is. But about someone's mission that keeps on taking space and energy from my mind; a mission that I've loved and hated for all I've known it. A mission of ideals and perspectives that I tried to understand as much as I could, but a mission that endend with my resignation to that commitment. You and your ideal of changing people. For what I could study, and knowing you as much as I did/do I can say I know exactly what it means, that mission of reinventing perspectives for others. If there's something good about your mission is that you have that ability to observe others, an ability that no one else has. And you can get to know other people very deep and quickly, how? I don't know and I stopped wondering a long time ago. But still, I've always felt that it's difficult for you and that ability to function properly, if you try to get your mission done. It's being right about something but knowing when to interfere and when to step aside. 'Cause if your mission is to show people how good they can be, then you need to step in and make some actions so words could become facts. Changing people based on what you think is better for them could be considered pretty selfish and as for me, I would say it is selfish indeed based on this: how can you define what's best for people if you are not the one that define their priorities? What happened in my case was similar, there were things you thought I could change or do better, but for me they were just fine and I was happy with the way I was living my life, but that was never enough for you. I get frustrated sometimes, thinking about this... not for me, but for you. I feel it's a waste for some people the fact that you have so much to offer and the channels are never right or willing to make it pass. And for you, that refuse to understand that your vision of people doesn't always have to be right or correct. If you could just forget about inviting people to your plane and just enjoy your ride, things might be better for you. Why am I writing all this? just because as much as I died and came back to life... You mission for me still remains and I can't help waiting for other things to happen in your life. Stop expecting too much from others, you do pretty well expecting a lot from yourself and that should be enough. P.S.: don't get confused on the lyrics.. yeap you, no, not you. These are for you. Lyrics by Alanis M. If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much Ooh this could be messy But you don't seem to mind Ooh don't go telling everybody And overlook this supposed crime We'll fast forward to a few years later And no one knows except the both of us And I have honored your request for silence And you've washed your hands clean of this You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me You're kind of my prot¨¦g¨¦ and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it Ooh this could get messy But you don't seem to mind Ooh don't go telling everybody And overlook this supposed crime We'll fast forward to a few years later And no one knows except the both of us And I have honored your request for silence And you've washed your hands clean of this what part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? what part of your memory is selective and tends to forget? what with this distance it seems so obvious? Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse I wish I could tell the world cuz you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body Ooh this could be messy and Ooh I don't seem to mind Ooh don't go telling everybody And overlook this supposed crime Lies Lies Lies De vez en cuando muy necesarias, pero estructuralmente tan complejas.Existe un patrón común en todas las personas, y no es en si mentir... sino en las razones para mentir. Aún cuando existen varias excusas, todas se basan en algo circunstancial: inseguridad. Mentimos por nosotros, por otros, por ideales, por acciones, por objetos, por situaciones, pero siempre mentiras guiadas por inseguridad, inseguridad de aceptar ciertas realidades. Así que nos resulta más fácil mentir que armarnos de fuerzas y abrir nuestras mentes para aceptar cambios necesarios que se vienen queramos o no. Se acumulan las mentiras, como piezas de lego una sobre la otra, encajando perfectamente y pareciendo ser lo suficientemente fuertes como para no caer; pero no se ha calculado aún la duración del efecto de dichas mentiras. Eventualmente caen, y somos expuestos a afrontar situaciones que pensamos estaban bien ocultas, elevadas en esas piezas tan falsas. Nuestro ambiente de pronto parece cambiar y es momento de afrontar nuestra realidad. Pero mientras, seguimos acumulando mentiras pequeñas o más grandes... Mentiras que nos ayudan a seguir la corriente mientras arrastramos sin saber una carga de verdades, que en cierto punto del camino se cansarán de ir como equipaje, y querrán ser manifestadas. Porque somos capaces de creernos ese bienestar sólo porque nuestro inconsciente conoce las consecuencias de traer al frente esas mentiras. Mentimos y hacemos de esas mentiras realidades diarias, que parecen convertirse en parte de nuestro entorno. Tanto es el tiempo que podemos pasar con esa mentira sobre nuestro costado que se ve distorcionada nuestra realidad, tanto así es el poder que se puede llegar a tener cuando simplemente nos negamos a aceptar algo. Nos mentimos y nos tragamos nuestras mentiras. Asi que, aún cuando se este limitando más el espacio para respirar al acumular o agrandar tanto ciertas mentiras, se mantiene la realidad lo suficientemente falsa como para disfrutar de esas estructuras, porque si se decide destapar ciertas mentiras, esa realidad cambiaría por completo, y algunos simplemente no están listos para verse reflejados en sus propias verdades. Lyrics by Nickelback Well you can dig me up a grave And try and stick me in the ground Well you can tie me to the bed And try and beat me half to death But you can never keep me down Well you can stick me in a hole And you can pray all day for rain You can shoot me in the leg Just to try to make me beg And you can leave me there for days And I’ll stay alive Just to follow you home And I will survive ‘Cause you’re my Mississippi Princess You’re my California Queen Like the Duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face You can scream profanity Leave me here to die alone but I’ll still follow you home I’ll still follow you home You can make a couple calls And tell your brothers I’m in town Put a bounty on my head And tell my parents that I’m dead And hope to hell I’m never found You can steal me the keys To your daddy’s Cadillac Well you can tamper with the brakes Call it a mistake And pray I’m never coming back And I’ll stay alive Just to follow you home And I will survive ‘Cause you’re my Mississippi Princess You’re my California Queen Like the Duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face You can scream profanity Leave me here to die alone but I’ll still follow you home I’ll still follow you home You can dig me up a grave And try and stick me in the ground You can tie me to the bed And try and beat me half to death But you can never keep me down And I will survive ‘Cause you’re my Mississippi Princess You’re my California Queen Like the Duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face You can scream profanity Leave me here to die alone but I’ll still follow you home If I Had An Airplane Primeramente le pondría nombre, porque como tener un 'artefacto' y no nombrarlo; sería George, y se convertiría en mi mejor aliado para la mayor aventura a punto de ser recorrida. I'm so tired of the phone, baby I don't like the tone of the way we say "I love you" a thousand times. We say those words but we can't look into each other's eyes. Oh, and I guess we made it, or at least we made it this far, and it all looks smooth from here. Oh, and in a future day there may be ways but I must say, the skys have never looked so clear. Oh, and I guess we made it, 'cause it ain't far to go from here. I'm so tired of the road, baby, Driving through the snow Just maybe, you'll sit back, Think about the times when we said those words and we looked into each other's eyes. Oh, and I guess we made it, or at least we made it this far, and it all looks smooth from here. Oh, and in a future day, there may be ways but I must say, the skys have never looked so clear. Oh, and I guess we made it, 'cause it ain't far to go from here. You have given me a heart attack, you'll never know What it's like to have to face the fact you might let go And I won't stand for any thought of that, Heavens no. 'Cause I will cling to you and always have a stronger hold. Oh, and I guess we made it, or at least we made it this far, and it all looks smooth from here, Oh, and in a future day there may be ways but, I must say the skys have never looked so clear to me, baby. Oh and I guess we made it, 'cause it ain't far to go from here
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