You wasted your time
On my heart
You've burned
And if bridges gotta fall
Then you'll fall too
On my heart
You've burned
And if bridges gotta fall
Then you'll fall too
-la historia de mi vida-
sábado, 19 de enero de 2013
Por favor, dejame ser
la clase de persona que quiere,
la clase de vida que quiere,
la clase de chica que quiere,
la clase de normalidad que quiere,
la clase de personalidad que quiere,
la clase de físico que quiere.
Por favor, dejame decir las palabras que quiera,
hacer los gestos que quiera, sonreír las veces que quiera,
callar cuantas veces quiera, besar solo cuando quiera.
Por favor, dejame ser justo lo que quiere.
- te regalo mi locura, y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya-
jueves, 17 de enero de 2013
Valerie: What would you have said to her?
Susanna: I don't know. That I was sorry. That I will never know what it was like to be her. But I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
Valerie: Susanna, it's all well and good to tell me all this; but you gotta tell some of this to your doctors.
Susanna: How the hell am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease?
Valerie: But you do understand it. You spoke very clearly about it a second ago. But I think what you've gotta do is put it down. Put it away. Put it in your notebook, but get it out of yourself. Away so you can't curl up with it anymore.
Susanna: Lisa thinks it's a gift. That it lets you see the truth.
Valerie: Lisa's been here for 8 years.
Susanna: [crying] I'm so sorry. I was a bitch. I was a bitch.
Valerie: Don't drop anchor here, you understand?
Susanna: [narrating] When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous. Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds...
[overlapping words]
Susanna: All I know is that I began to feel things again. Whatever I was, I knew there was only one way back to the world and that was to use the place to talk. So I saw the great and wonderful Dr. Wick three times a week and I let her hear every thought in my head.
- PARA RECORDAR: subir últimos tres capítulos de Girl Interrupted -
Susanna: I don't know. That I was sorry. That I will never know what it was like to be her. But I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
Valerie: Susanna, it's all well and good to tell me all this; but you gotta tell some of this to your doctors.
Susanna: How the hell am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease?
Valerie: But you do understand it. You spoke very clearly about it a second ago. But I think what you've gotta do is put it down. Put it away. Put it in your notebook, but get it out of yourself. Away so you can't curl up with it anymore.
Susanna: Lisa thinks it's a gift. That it lets you see the truth.
Valerie: Lisa's been here for 8 years.
Susanna: [crying] I'm so sorry. I was a bitch. I was a bitch.
Valerie: Don't drop anchor here, you understand?
Susanna: [narrating] When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous. Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds...
[overlapping words]
Susanna: All I know is that I began to feel things again. Whatever I was, I knew there was only one way back to the world and that was to use the place to talk. So I saw the great and wonderful Dr. Wick three times a week and I let her hear every thought in my head.
- PARA RECORDAR: subir últimos tres capítulos de Girl Interrupted -
BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE
I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
Everybody loves my baby
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
- cómo me la subis The Doors -
No se puede luchar contra nuestro pasado; siempre esta ahí, clavado, postrado, esperando por más. Ya ni hace falta que me digan, lugares donde fueron, personas que conocieron, promesas que alguna vez pretendieron cumplir, corazones que jugaron a romper. Ya no me interesa nada de eso, porque no puedo ser ni un pasado ni un presente. No entro en la clase de vida que se quiere tener - que quiere tener -
Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Now touch me, baby
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
HERE, AIR
How can I be who I could've been?
I'd like to start over again.
Angels, did I fail you with my fall?
What are we but the cause of it all?
It's been a long time
Of getting out of myself.
Now that I'm here I find
That what keeps alive.
Is all you are
It's all you have
Hey ya
Hey ya
How can I get just one more chance?
I see you in pain and I wish I had
The ability to be your man.
They once told me that time would come to pass.
Now I know to be careful
What I don't believe.
Cause that fate came so close
But right out of my reach.
What's good for you
Is good for me too.
Do you hear, I'm here for you now
I'm here for you now
I'd like to start over again.
Angels, did I fail you with my fall?
What are we but the cause of it all?
It's been a long time
Of getting out of myself.
Now that I'm here I find
That what keeps alive.
Is all you are
It's all you have
Hey ya
Hey ya
How can I get just one more chance?
I see you in pain and I wish I had
The ability to be your man.
They once told me that time would come to pass.
Now I know to be careful
What I don't believe.
Cause that fate came so close
But right out of my reach.
What's good for you
Is good for me too.
Do you hear, I'm here for you now
I'm here for you now
miércoles, 16 de enero de 2013
[first lines]
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Agarrá la frase más quemada de la historia y hacela tuya -
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Agarrá la frase más quemada de la historia y hacela tuya -
lunes, 31 de diciembre de 2012
THINKING ABOUT YOU - RADIOHEAD
All the things you got, you'll never need
All the things you've got, I bleed and I bleed to please you
Been thinking about you...
TO DO LIST
1. Hacer el bolso
2. Bajar la discografía de Pearl Jam (no olvidar Better Man)
3. Ponerme de buen humor
4. Dejar de pensarte
5. Comprar un vestido para esta noche
6. Dejar de abrir frenéticamente el msn - dejar de pensarte
7. Mejorar mi aspecto
8. Dejar de pensarte
9. Recordar por qué página iba de 50 Sombras más Oscuras (página 95)
10. No olvidar Melodies&Desires - Lykke Li
- Porque si no querías verme, no hace falta que me pongas excusas tontas. No quería verte, no quería verte, no quería verte. Todavía no quiero. Por eso voy a dejar que te vayas más de una quincena; para no verte, no oírte, no tener ni que recordar tu nombre. Por eso dejo que te vayas, sin siquiera despedirme..
2. Bajar la discografía de Pearl Jam (no olvidar Better Man)
3. Ponerme de buen humor
4. Dejar de pensarte
5. Comprar un vestido para esta noche
6. Dejar de abrir frenéticamente el msn - dejar de pensarte
7. Mejorar mi aspecto
8. Dejar de pensarte
9. Recordar por qué página iba de 50 Sombras más Oscuras (página 95)
10. No olvidar Melodies&Desires - Lykke Li
- Porque si no querías verme, no hace falta que me pongas excusas tontas. No quería verte, no quería verte, no quería verte. Todavía no quiero. Por eso voy a dejar que te vayas más de una quincena; para no verte, no oírte, no tener ni que recordar tu nombre. Por eso dejo que te vayas, sin siquiera despedirme..
domingo, 30 de diciembre de 2012
YOU
FUCKED
ME
UP
AND
YOU
KNOW
IT.
YOU
LOOK
AT
ME
!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LETadzDGOs&list=FLyN4mY4rXcCni5NkfwkDbfQ&playnext=1&feature=autoplay
- i'm naked, i'm numb, i'm stupid. Real love, I give it -
FUCKED
ME
UP
AND
YOU
KNOW
IT.
YOU
LOOK
AT
ME
!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LETadzDGOs&list=FLyN4mY4rXcCni5NkfwkDbfQ&playnext=1&feature=autoplay
- i'm naked, i'm numb, i'm stupid. Real love, I give it -
AND IT ALL CAME TRUTH
Si es destino vas a despertarte;
vas a estar ahí cuando suceda.
Vas a abrir los ojos,
va a sonar mi alarma.
Vas a cargarme en brazos
- he took her in his arms, carried her ghost -
vas a despertarte
vas a despertarte
vas a despertarte,
porque es destino
y todo se hará verdad.
(Por favor, despertate)
vas a estar ahí cuando suceda.
Vas a abrir los ojos,
va a sonar mi alarma.
Vas a cargarme en brazos
- he took her in his arms, carried her ghost -
vas a despertarte
vas a despertarte
vas a despertarte,
porque es destino
y todo se hará verdad.
(Por favor, despertate)
jueves, 27 de diciembre de 2012
Que me quieras en tu cama y en tu vida
Porque me siento sólo a esperar una llamada prometida - que yo creo que me prometieron - sabiendo que mi teléfono no va a sonar. Suena Spanish Caravan mientras memorizo nuestra despedida. Duelen mis piernas. Moretones de un triunfo que reclamo mío. Que recuerdo como mío. Reviso tu número, por si tal vez te apareces. Pero no hay nada, nada.. Y la noche se avecina y la oscuridad me abraza. Y promesas de un final feliz se alejan junto con tu auto. Y las piernas no paran de dolerme, y no paro de acariciarlas con una sonrisa espectante.
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