Desencadenando mi mente

The difference between determination and stubbornness?

2008-09-14T22:41:00.002-05:00

Plain ignorance :)

I never meant to do you wrong...

2008-07-09T07:47:00.001-05:00

O no, I see,

I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,

And I lost my head,

The thought of all the stupid things I said,

O no what's this?

A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,

I turned to run,

The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

I never meant to cause you trouble,

And I never meant to do you wrong,

And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,

O no, I never meant to do you harm.

O no I see,

A spider web and it's me in the middle,

So I twist and turn,

Here I am in love in a bubble,

Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,

I never meant to do you wrong,

And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,

Although I never meant to do you harm.

They spun a web for me,

They spun a web for me,

They spun a web for me.

You've lost that loving feeling...

2008-06-16T08:54:00.001-05:00

You never close your eyes any more
When I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before
In your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it baby
But baby, baby I know it

You've lost that loving feeling
Oh, that loving feeling
You've lost that loving feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Whoa-oh

Now there's no tenderness
In your eyes when I reach for you
And girl you're starting to criticize
little things I do
It makes me just feel like crying baby
'Cause baby, something beautiful's dying

You've lost that loving feeling
Oh that loving feeling
Bring back that loving feeling
Now it's gone gone gone
And I can't go on
No-oh-oh

Baby baby I get down on my knees for you
If you would only love me like you used to do
We had a love
A love a love you don't find every day
So don't...don't...don't let it slip away

Bring back that loving feeling
Oh, that loving feeling
Bring back that loving feeling
Now it's gone...gone...gone...
And I can't go on...
No-oh-oh...

We can work it out

2008-06-16T08:45:00.002-05:00

Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.

We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Think of what you're saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying,
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.

We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long.

We can work it out,
We can work it out.

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I have always thought that it's a crime,
So I will ask you once again.

Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long.

We can work it out,
We can work it out.

This version you'll like:

This is the better version, but you'll hate it:

You'e got to hide your love away

2008-06-16T08:44:00.000-05:00

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she's gone I can't go on
Feelin' two-foot small

Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say

Hey you've got to hide your love away
Hey you've got to hide your love away

How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I'm in

How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say

Hey you've got to hide your love away
Hey you've got to hide your love away

kiss from a rose

2008-06-15T23:40:00.001-05:00

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, The more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, The more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose (on the grey)
...And if I should fall, it will all go away
I've been kissed by a rose (on the grey)

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.

To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, The more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

corny

2008-05-31T18:19:00.000-05:00

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way youre always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when youre not around,
and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.

Se me olvido todo al verte

2008-05-31T15:43:00.000-05:00

(Alejandro Sanz)

Las Cosas Pasaron Muy Deprisa
Y Los Recuerdos Tan Despacio.
Son Tan Breves Tus Sonrisas,
Y Tanto Tiempo El Que He Esperado.
Para Mí Jamás Te Fuiste,
Porque El Mundo Se Quedó Parado,
Y Aunque Ha Sido Un Poco Raro...

Ahora, Viéndote De Nuevo,
Me Doy Cuenta Que Te Eché De Menos.
Ahora Sé Que No Soy Dueño
De Mis Sentimientos,
Que No Importan Los Problemas
Porque, Al Decirme Que Te Quedas...

Se Me Olvidó
Que Me Juré Olvidarte Para Siempre.
Se Me Olvidó
Que Prometí Por Una Vez Ser Fuerte.

Y Es Que, Ya Ni Me Acordaba, Corazón,
Que Me Gusta Tu Mirada Tanto, Amor,
Que Sigue Habiendo Algo Fuerte Entre Nosotros Dos
Y, Ahora Que Te Tengo Enfrente, Nada Es Diferente.

Me Hace Tan Feliz Que Vuelvas;
Nunca Quise Que Te Fueras.
De Qué Vale Tanto Orgullo,
Tanta Estúpida Pelea
Y Perder En Un Segundo,
Lo Que Has Buscado Una Vida Entera.

Se Me Olvidó
Que No He Dejado Nunca De Quererte.
Se Me Olvidó
Que En El Amor No Vale Ser Valiente.

Y Es Que, Ya No Me Acordaba, Corazón,
Que Me Gusta Tu Mirada Tanto, Amor,
Que Sigue Habiendo Algo Fuerte Entre Nosotros Dos
Y, Ahora Que Te Tengo Enfrente, Nada Es Diferente.

Se Me Olvidó
Que No He Dejado Nunca De Quererte.
Se Me Olvidó
Que En El Amor No Vale Ser Valiente.

Luz de dia

2008-05-31T05:07:00.001-05:00

(Enanitos Verdes)

destapa el champaigne
apaga la luces
dejemos las velas encendidas
y afuera las heridas

ya no pienses mas
en nuestro pasado
hagamos que choquen nuestar copas
por habernos encontrado

y porque puedo mirar el cielo
besar tu manos
sentir tu cuerpo
decir tu nombre
y las caricias seran la briza
que aviva el fuego de nuestro amor
... de nuestro amor

puedo ser luz de noche
ser luz de dia
frenar el mundo
por un segundo
y las caricias seran la briza
que aviva el fuego de nuestro amor
... de nuestro amor

el tiempo dejo
su huella imborrable
y aunque nuestras vidas son distintas
esta noche todo vale

tu piel y mi piel
ves que se reconocen
es la memoria que hay
en nuestros corazones

porque puedo mirar el cielo
besar tu manos
sentir tu cuerpo
decir tu nombre
y las caricias seran la briza
que aviva el fuego de nuestro amor
... de nuestro amor

puedo ser luz de noche
ser luz de dia
frenar el mundo
por un segundo
y que me digas
cuanto querias
que esto pasara una ves mas
y otra ves mas

porque puedo ser luz de noche
ser luz de dia
frenar el mundo
por un segundo
y que me digas
cuanto querias
que esto pasara una ves mas
y otra ves mas
y otra ves mas

Aunque no sea conmigo

2008-05-21T14:07:00.001-05:00

(Enrique Búnbury)

A placer,
puedes tomarte el tiempo necesario
que por mi parte yo estare esperando
el dia en que te decidas a volver
y ser feliz como antes fuimos

Se muy bien
que como yo estaras sufriendo a diario
la soledad de dos amantes que al dejarse
esta luchando cada quien por no encontrarse

Y no es por eso
que halla dejado quererte un solo dia
estoy contigo aunque estes lejos de mi vida
por tu felicidad
a costa de la mia

Pero si ahora tienes
tan solo la mitad del gran amor
que aun te tengo
puedes jurar que al que te tiene lo bendigo
quiero que seas feliz
aunque no sea conmigo

No me pidas ser tu amigo

2008-05-21T13:54:00.002-05:00

(Fernando Delgadillo)

Hoy buscas en mi un amigo
que haga un poco por que alcances lo que anhelas
un amigo seria yo, si te apoyara contra todo lo demás.
A un amigo tu dicha le haria feliz, aunque esta te llevara lejos...
Y te fueras mas allá de lo que yo te habria podido acompañar.

No me pidas ser tu amigo porque hay cosas en mi que este día no entiendo...
Por ejemplo que no puedo ser ese alguien que piensa en la comprension.
Y estar solo me daria tranquilidad, si a la vez tu me comprendieras
esta tarde que me hace abrazarte fuerte cuando me dices adios.
Un amigo te diria que todo marcha mientras se muerde los labios
y por ti no extrañaria cada fin de año los dias que no volverás

Un amigo dejaría de hablar de cosas que sabe que te harán falta,
para hablarte de lo que hay más adelante aunque yo me quede atrás

Sé que siempre fui el motivo que tuviste cada instante de tu vida.
Alguien que lo daba todo, sin pedirte ni siquiera la verdad

Siempre tuviste este complice que vino sin que le necesitaras
porque concebia el mundo desde tus ojos y ellos me querian mirar

No me pidas ser tu amigo cuando me dejas saber que ya te marchas.
No soy tan civilizado para comprender, sabiendo que te vas...

Para ti sere aquel que lo pierde todo porque no supo escucharte
que para mi solo sere un extraño en paz que nunca te dejo de amar
que para mi solo sere un extraño en paz que nunca te dejo de amar

Change

2008-03-12T09:56:00.002-06:00

Change is good. It gets you up and moving. It makes you think; about the past, the future.

I didn't choose to be alone, or away from home, but it gives me a new perspective of who I am, who I want to be, what I want to become. So for now, being alone just feels right. There's plenty for me to discover about myself, and what I am capable of, and it is exciting, and intimidating to be by myself.

Being out here... It gives me a chance to breathe, and walk on my own. It's a dangerous business, going out your door... But I need to do it. With it, change brings new life. And its never easy, and don't you, for one second think that its not painful. With every step I take I feel the pain deep within me, but I know that eventually it'll fade.

I have to find a life and define myself. I need to find who I really am, and its gonna be a while. But in the end, I know it will be for the better. Already I can see myself in a different light. My life is changing. I am more involved, participating in new activities, meeting new friends. And while this may come as a surprise to you, I like it. It's like a breath of fresh air. It's a breeze that caresses you, and cools you down on a warm summer afternoon.

Despite the pain... I like this change...

A new dawn

2007-12-08T01:46:00.000-06:00

Un nuevo día me espera.
El sol está por salir, y sus rayos aclaran poco a poco el cielo.
Mis amigos, esas estrellas que me una vez me guiaron y me acompañaron, se ven cada vez más distantes, y el brillo de ese sol invisible las opaca.
Tú, tú fuiste una estrella también. Un lucero en el alba. Brillaste más que la luna, y de seguro hubiers brillado más que el sol. Pero este nuevo día trae consigo una nube de incertidumbre que lo cubre todo.
No estás tú, no esta nadie más, y el sol solo es una bola difusa. Sus rayos débiles no logran calentar el gran vacío que existe dentro de mi.

XKCD: Insomnia

2007-11-21T01:15:00.000-06:00

And this is how I feel when I lose sleep over you.

Madness seeps in and all the darkest thoughts and wishes find their way into the surface. Anger, hate, envy... Loneliness, angst and despair

There's a piece of me in every single second of every single day

2007-11-20T23:08:00.000-06:00

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?

W. Blake

2007-11-16T23:47:00.000-06:00

If the doors of perception were to be cleansed evry thing would appear to man as it is, infinite

Desiderata

2007-10-20T13:34:00.000-05:00

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

- Max Ehrmann

Auguries of Innocence

2007-09-17T02:12:00.001-05:00

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

by William Blake

Cara bipolar

2007-09-17T00:15:00.000-05:00

=(=

eeeeeh.....
jajajajjaja

REM - Everybody hurts

2007-09-16T18:36:00.000-05:00

Don't let yourself go....

Una de mis canciones favoritas

que horror!

2007-09-11T17:25:00.000-05:00

Take a sad song and make it better...

2007-09-09T16:34:00.000-05:00

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey, Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Hey, Jude! Don't let her down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember, to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey, Jude,
You'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

A la primera persona

2007-09-08T17:38:00.000-05:00

A la primera persona que me ayude a comprender
pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle mi fe,
yo no pido que las cosas me salgan siempre bien,
pero es que ya estoy harto de perderte sin querer (querer).

A la primera persona que me ayude a salir
de este infierno en el que yo mismo decidí vivir
le regalo cualquier tarde pa' los dos,
lo que digo es que ahora mismo ya no tengo ni siquiera dónde estar.

El oro pa' quien lo quiera pero si hablamos de ayer:
es tanto lo que he bebido y sigo teniendo sed,
al menos tú lo sabías, al menos no te decía
que las cosas no eran como parecían.

Pero es que a la primera persona que me ayude a sentir otra vez
pienso entregarle mi vida, pienso entregarle mi fe,
aunque si no eres la persona que soñaba para qué
(¿qué voy a hacer? nada).

¿Qué voy a hacer de los sueños?
¿qué voy a hacer con aquellos besos?
¿qué puedo hacer con todo aquello que soñamos?
dime dónde lo metemos.

¿Dónde guardo la mirada que me diste alguna vez?
¿dónde guardo las promesas, dónde guardo el ayer?
¿dónde guardo, niña, tu manera de tocarme?
¿dónde guardo mi fe?

Aunque lo diga la gente yo no lo quiero escuchar,
no hay más miedo que el que se siente cuando ya no sientes nada,
niña, tú lo ves tan fácil, ¡ay amor!
pero es que cuanto más sencillo tú lo ves, más difícil se me hace.

A la primera persona que me ayude a caminar
pienso entregarle mi tiempo, pienso entregarle hasta el mar,
yo no digo que sea fácil, pero, niña,
ahora mismo ya no tengo ni siquiera dónde estar.

A la primera persona que no me quiera juzgar
pienso entregarle caricias que yo tenía guardadas,
yo no pido que las cosas me salgan siempre bien
pero es que ya estoy harto de perderte.

Y a la primera persona que me lleve a la verdad
pienso entregarle mi tiempo, no quiero esperar más,
yo no te entiendo cuando me hablas ¡qué mala suerte!
y tú dices que la vida tiene cosas así de fuertes.

Yo te puedo contar cómo es una llama por dentro,
yo puedo decirte cuánto es que pesa su fuego,
y es que amar en soledad es como un pozo sin fondo
donde no existe ni Dios, donde no existen verdades.

Es todo tan relativo, como que estamos aquí,
no sabemos, pero, amor, dame sangre pa' vivir,
al menos tú lo sabías, al menos no te decía
que las cosas no eran como parecían.

Y es que a la primera persona que no me quiera juzgar
pienso entregarle caricias que yo tenía guardadas,
niña, tú lo ves tan fácil, ¡ay amor!
pero es que cuanto más sencillo tú lo ves, más difícil se me hace.

A la primera persona que no me quiera juzgar
pienso entregarle caricias que yo tenía guardadas,
yo no digo que sea fácil, pero, niña,
ahora mismo ya no tengo ni siquiera dónde estar.
ni siquiera dónde estar.

Shock Doctrine

2007-09-08T14:27:00.000-05:00

scary stuff

Exigencia

2007-09-07T15:31:00.000-05:00

Me lo pides todo, y todo lo que puedo te lo doy.

Pero me da miedo de que llegue el día en que me quede sin nada que ofrecerte.
¿Qué haremos entonces?

por tu felicidad a costa de la mia...

2007-09-02T03:17:00.000-05:00

A placer, puedes tomarte el tiempo necesario
que por mi parte yo estaré esperando
el dia en que te decidas a volver
y ser feliz como antes fuimos.

Se muy bien,
que como yo estaras sufriendo a diario
la soledad de dos amantes que al dejarse
estan luchando cada quien
por no encontrarse...

Y no es por eso
que haya dejado de quererte un solo dia
estoy contigo aunque estes lejos de mi vida
por tu felicidad a costa de la mia.

Pero si ahora tienes,
tan solo la mitad del gran amor que aun te tengo
puedes jurar que al que te quiere lo bendigo
quiero que seas feliz...
aunque no sea conmigo...

Y no es por eso
que haya dejado de quererte un solo dia
estoy contigo aunque estes lejos de mi vida
por tu felicidad a costa de la mia.

Pero si ahora tienes,
tan solo la mitad del gran amor que aun te tengo
puedes jurar que al que te quiere lo bendigo
quiero que seas feliz...
aunque no sea conmigo...

in-side-out

2007-09-01T21:39:00.000-05:00

Río por fuera,
Lloro por dentro.

(pero eventualmente las lágrimas rebalsan)

running into you

2007-09-01T18:48:00.000-05:00

Oh the irony of finding you

troetelbeer kamer by ~mellworks on deviant ART

Sweet dreams..

That is, if I manage to get any sleep...

From me to you....

2007-09-01T18:13:00.000-05:00

lovelights one by ~gcjo182 on deviant ART

Me despido de tí,
mi mejor amiga,
mi compañera,
la luz que me ilumina...

mi amor,
mi vida,
mi sueño,
la alegría de mis días...

Mi confidente,
la brisa que me acaricia,
el rayo de sol que me calienta...

Entiendo que no puedas estar aqui. Y lo siento por todo. No te vuelvo a molestar.

Te amo, y adios.

It Hurts.

2007-08-28T03:37:00.000-05:00

Hurt by ~madteaparty on deviant ART

Go ahead, make my day....

2007-08-28T01:30:00.000-05:00

Tu indiferencia me socava el espíritu

WWI Poetry

2007-08-25T18:43:00.000-05:00

I just love all the imagery in them. Enjoy.

The Dragon and the Undying

ALL night the flares go up; the Dragon sings
And beats upon the dark with furious wings;
And, stung to rage by his own darting fires,
Reaches with grappling coils from town to town;
He lusts to break the loveliness of spires,
And hurls their martyred music toppling down.
Yet, though the slain are homeless as the breeze,

Vocal are they, like storm-bewilder'd seas.
Their faces are the fair, unshrouded night,
And planets are their eyes, their ageless dreams.
Tenderly stooping earthward from their height,
They wander in the dusk with chanting streams,
And they are dawn-lit trees, with arms up-flung,
To hail the burning heavens they left unsung.

~ Siegfried Sassoon

The Happy Warrior

His wild heart beats with painful sobs,
His strin'd hands clench an ice-cold rifle,
His aching jaws grip a hot parch'd tongue,
His wide eyes search unconsciously.

He cannot shriek.

Bloody saliva
Dribbles down his shapeless jacket.

I saw him stab
And stab again
A well-killed Boche.

This is the happy warrior,
This is he...

~ Herbert Read

The Immortals

I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.

Then in my agony I turned
And made my hands red in their gore.
In vain - for faster than I slew
They rose more cruel than before.

I killed and killed with slaughter mad;
I killed till all my strength was gone.
And still they rose to torture me,
For Devils only die in fun.

I used to think the Devil hid
In women’s smiles and wine’s carouse.
I called him Satan, Balzebub.
But now I call him, dirty louse.

~ Isaac Rosenberg

BLOOD. by ~ghostmilk on deviant ART

everyone I know goes away in the end...

2007-08-24T18:44:00.000-05:00

and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt

Hello there

2007-08-24T18:40:00.001-05:00

CUT by ~adnrey on deviant ART

Figures of speech (don't worry)

2007-08-24T01:56:00.000-05:00

Y'know?

It's not easy doing this. There's shadows lurking in my heart and my mind in every step of the way. The distance only exacerbates my distress. All my fears, all my insecurities and all my doubts become wraiths that feed off from this anguish.

You've always known I'm a sensitive person, straight from the start. I remember telling you even before we were 'us'.

I know you won't read this. You stopped caring about this place a long time ago, and maybe it's because of me. But here you'll find a lot of things I'm still planning on how to tell you.

My life isn't easy. I wake up early every morning. Earlier than I'll admit to you, so that you don't worry, so that you won't feel bad about staying up late with me. I spend my minutes following your meamories and making up dreams of which you are the star. But I'm scared. I need you. I need your love, I need your warmth. I need to know that you'll be there waiting, no matter what. But that's not the message I get. With a change in your tone of voice you can put me down in the same way as a wolf pins down its prey. You're the only person who makes my heart skip a beat, but in your wrath, you're the only person who'll make my heart stop.

If you're the one, then you're the one I bust my ass off for.

I really, really do need you. You're a part of me now. And now that's the problem. When you're angry, you're just not there. I don't ever want to lose you. And maybe I'm just stubborn and naïve. Maybe I'm just young, and full of hopes and dreams. But I'd fly you beyond the moon if I could. Take you by the hand and float past the stars. I love you more than I could ever have imagined. I am utterly vulnerable. And I'll give in to your every whim, even if I end up double-crossing myself and those things I've believed in for so long.

Maybe I'm blinded by love.

I know some who will agree.

And as my life twists towards the unknown, I clench your heart close to mine. Not willing to let go. Never let go. 'Till it kills me.

Nowhere man

2007-07-26T12:26:00.000-05:00

*sigh*

whoop-ass

2007-05-19T19:16:00.000-05:00

Once more, we make the Yahoo homepage!

2007-05-17T21:23:00.000-05:00

Why are we always cast on a negative light?
(maybe cuz we suck)

Contaminated Salvador lake is mystery bird magnet

Where's our wildlife warriors to the rescue? I wonder...

REAL spiderman plays cello

2007-05-11T17:09:00.000-05:00

OK, mal chiste, pero impresionante como sea:

if only...

2007-05-07T21:21:00.001-05:00

Técnicas de Motivación

2007-05-07T07:54:00.000-05:00

Sorta reminds me of the Two Minutes Hate.

Thought on hell

2007-05-06T22:05:00.001-05:00

Hell is a fairy tale
Hell is real life

I R Baboon

2007-05-05T12:28:00.000-05:00

:)
Stupid monkey!

YAY! Violence!

2007-05-04T19:31:00.000-05:00

(and good music - they go together like a horse and carriage)

Food for thought

2007-05-03T09:13:00.000-05:00

Milton Friedman (July 31, 1912 – November 16, 2006) was a prominent American economist and public intellectual. An advocate of laissez-faire capitalism, Friedman made major contributions to the fields of macroeconomics, microeconomics, economic history and statistics. In 1976, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Economics for his achievements in the fields of consumption analysis, monetary history and theory and for his demonstration of the complexity of stabilization policy.

All five horizons revolved around her soul...

2007-04-26T16:48:00.000-05:00

Hey... oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything...
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Aah... uuh..

there's a shadow hanging over me...

2007-04-26T10:32:00.001-05:00

The Greatest

2007-04-25T12:44:00.000-05:00

Just look at those punches fly...

I wish I could meet him....

Mr Bean

2007-04-24T19:18:00.000-05:00

A couple of idiots can make your day turn sour

but it only takes THE idiot to make you smile again:

enjoy

The History of Technology

2007-04-19T13:00:00.000-05:00

Found @ gizmodo.com

I'm such a nintendo fanboy -_-'

2007-04-19T09:39:00.001-05:00

wtf? its not working

here's the actual page:
http://sjl.funnyordie.com/v1/view_video.php?viewkey=8b2561a0d90720d6ce11

speechless

2007-04-18T12:32:00.000-05:00

I love funny commercials

2007-04-18T10:09:00.001-05:00

The Ideal Woman - The most amazing videos are a click away

hahahahha - im such a dork

2007-04-18T08:52:00.001-05:00

Amazing Performance

2007-04-11T16:31:00.000-05:00

Artist: KT Tunstall
Song: Black Horse & The Cherry Tree

Listen carefully

2007-04-10T19:47:00.000-05:00

Artist: The Kooks
Song: You Don't Love Me
Album: Inside In, Inside Out

But you don't love me the way that I love you
'Cos if you did girl you would not do those things you do
You killed my heart just to see if I will rise
Above your anger and above your lies

And all I see of you, is when you're not so busy
Oh your not so busy

But you don't love me the way that I love you
'Cos if you did girl you would not do those things you do
You turned my life around and for that, I am glad
However much I love you this love, is getting bad

But oh my darling look at you
The words that only you could use
But you, no, you'll always be my girl, girl
I'll take you out just for a while
Show you all the city sites
But you no you'll always be my girl, girl

But you don't love me the way that I love you
'Cos if you did girl you would not do those things you do
You killed my heart just to see if I will rise
Above your anger and above your lies

And all I see of you, is when you're not so busy
Oh your not so busy

But you don't love me you don't care, woman
But you don't love me you don't care, woman
But you don't love me you don't care, woman
But you don't love me you don't care, woman
Oh woman

Q buena banda...

Leisure

2007-04-08T23:24:00.000-05:00

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

~ W. H. Davies

Pale Blue Dot

2007-04-05T09:54:00.000-05:00

Something to think about.

Muse - Hysteria

2007-03-27T09:00:00.000-06:00

lyrics
it's bugging me, grating me
and twisting me around
yeah i'm endlessly caving in
and turning inside out

'cause i want it now
i want it now
give me your heart and you soul
and i'm not breaking out
i'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

it's holding me, morphing me
and forcing me to strive
to be endlessly cold within
and dreaming i'm alive

'cause i want it now
i want it now
give me your heart and your soul
and i'm not breaking down
i'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

and want you now
i want you now
i'll feel my heart implode
and i'm breaking out
escaping now
feeling my faith erode

comments
I feel the anger rising from the ashes of my scorched heart.
I want to release the caged beast within and wreak havoc, lose control.
I want to break it into countless pieces.
I want to set it on fire and cover myself in its ashes.

Hurt

2007-03-26T12:21:00.000-06:00

...I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair...

...What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end...

Brain Stew/Jaded

2007-03-26T09:39:00.001-06:00

Im having trouble trying to sleep
Im counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like theyre gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go...

The Rocky song Remixed

2007-03-18T21:00:00.001-06:00

Ronald Jenkees rocks.

LOL

The Knack

2007-03-18T09:54:00.001-06:00

Cool picture

2007-03-12T21:35:00.000-06:00

found at:
http://blog.wired.com/wiredphotos57/

How NERDY am I?

2007-03-11T21:02:00.000-06:00

Here I go again...

2007-03-09T14:10:00.000-06:00

Here I Go Again
by Whitesnake

I don't know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But here I go again
Here I go again

Tho' I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I'm looking for,
Oh Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on
Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time

I'm just another heart in need of rescue
Waiting on love's sweet charity
An' I'm gonna hold on
For the rest of my days
Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
An' here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again

An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone

Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again

Drunk Steve Carrell

2007-03-05T21:46:00.000-06:00

Exorcismo!!

2007-03-05T21:21:00.000-06:00

http://www.marca.com/marcatoons/020307.html

...Dios ayude al Madrid...

Psycho killer by The Talking Heads

2007-03-01T13:33:00.000-06:00

sooo good

I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I
Can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....

bang-bang! my baby shot me down!

2007-02-27T22:47:00.000-06:00

A shot to the heart by ~BleedingRain511 on deviant ART

Reminds me of Nancy Sinatra's song...

"Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down..."

Free as a bird....

2007-02-27T22:33:00.001-06:00

The End by ~Madsky on deviant ART

PS3 Song

2007-02-23T21:31:00.001-06:00

PS3 gets pwned

Dawn

2007-02-18T09:30:00.000-06:00

Confused by ~PplAreStrange on deviant ART

Rogue squirrel forces down plane

2007-02-16T16:36:00.000-06:00

From Metro.co.uk (Thursday, February 15, 2007):

The squirrels have returned.

Just when the squirrel menace looked like it might have faded away, an American Airlines flight from Tokyo has been forced to make an emergency landing in Honolulu because a rogue squirrel had managed to sneak on board.

The squirrel emergency was discovered when, on the flight from Tokyo to Dallas, the pilots heard what has been described as a 'skittering'noise in the space above the cockpit.

Subsequent investigations revealed that the noise was caused by an insurgent squirrel that had somehow managed to board the flight.

The plane was forced to make a quick landing in Honolulu, Hawaii, as the pilots were worried that the squirrel could severely damage the plane by chewing through wiring.

The passengers were taken off the plane when it landed, and were forced to spend the night in hotels while wildlife officials hunted down the squirrel. Eventually, they caught it, and – fearing it might have rabies – killed it.

Nobody knows how the squirrel got on the plane.

OMIGOD! Japanese terrorists have managed to tame squirrels. They want to drive pilots into insanity with their skittering noises.

(Or maybe it was in the mood for some in-flight peanuts)

Top Gear Gets Attacked by Rednecks

2007-02-12T18:02:00.001-06:00

LOL "In some parts of America, people have started to mate with vegetables"
Thats just wrong (and hillarious)

Why I help

2007-02-09T18:24:00.000-06:00

Una explicación incompleta del porqué de mis acciones

Ayudo porque puedo, y ayudo porque me gusta.

Creo que la primera vez que fui voluntario para hacer algo bueno, fue misiones en mi primer semestre en el Tec. Mi primera semana santa en Mexico me la pasé en el desierto de Coahuila en un pueblo erguido sobre el polvo. La verdad fui sin saber qué era, y ahorita voy a explicar el porqué fui. Era como mi segunda semana ahi en el Tec, y eran las inscripciones al servicio social. Yo como estudiante de primer semestre, supuestamente no debí haber ido, porque no se me permite hacer servicio social tan temprano en mi carrera. Pero pensé: Aún no tengo ningún plan para semana santa, y por el momento lo mejor que se me ocurre es ir con este grupo de personas de misiones a ayudar con la labor de Dios (sí, en aquellos entonces era bastante más devoto), y también voy a conocer nueva gente. Así que pagué los ciento y pico de dólares que costaba, y me tocaba ir a unas sesiones todos los domingos como a las 9 de la mañana, lo cual para mí de por si ya era un gran sacrificio.

Llegó semana santa, y me enviaron a La Unión, Cuahuila. Era un lugar extremadamente pobre. Era el lugar más pobre en el que había estado. Las casas eran como de adobe, no había electricidad ni servicio de agua, y solamente había un telefono en todo el pueblo. Era un lugar completamente olvidado por la sociedad. Los hombres del pueblo se dedicaban a la producción de candelilla, la cual es una especie de cera que se extrae de una planta. Pero para extraerla, tenían que hervir la planta en ácido y muchos otros químicos, que básicamente los mataba lentamente. Lo peor de todo es que la candelilla la vendían a precios demasiado bajos.

Y sin embargo mucha gente moría por su pueblo, y luchaban por sobrevivir y superarse a pesar de las adversidades. Los padres de sus hijos se mataban trabajando para que ellos recibieran una educación decente, y se peleaban con la Secretaría de Educación para que les mandara una profesora competente.

A mi me habían asignado a dar catequesis a los señores del pueblo. Sin embargo, ellos se pasaban el tiempo trabajando fuera del tiempo, asi q la mayor parte del día me la pasaba jugando con los niños. Trabajar con ellos me motivo a seguir trabajando con niños en mis futuros voluntariados.

Hice un montón de buenos amigos, y aunque no hablo ni los veo tan seguido como quisiera, me han ayudado bastante a través de los años.

Me gustó tanto mi primera experiencia de misiones, que la siguiente semana santa, también me fui de misiones. Esta vez a Compuertas, Tamaulipas. Este pueblo era mucho más desarrollado que La Union. Tenían muchas más cómodidades y hasta pasaba una carretera a través del pueblo.

Sin embargo, despues de mi experiencia en La Unión, sabía que lo que quería hacer era trabajar con los niños. Posteriormente explicaré porqué. Todos los días me despertaba temprano para ir a jugar con los niños, hacer dinámicas, y nomás ser uno más de ellos. Esto como hasta las 6 de la tarde que nos tocaba efectuar la celebración (no era misa por ausencia de un padre que la oficiara). Entonces despues de la misa todavia me quedaba jugando cn los niños, hasta que se oculataba el sol. Despues ya mis compañeros se quedaban con los jovenes, las señoras y los señores en pláticas, y yo me iba a dejar a los niños a sus respectivas casas para que durmieran. Luego me iba yo a cenar y a dormir hasta el siguiente día, porque sino me mataban del cansancio los niños (que energía tenían!!).

Y bueno, mis experiencias de las misiones son de las más gratificantes que he tenido en mi vida. Osea, vas a un pueblo bien pobre, alejado del mndo, y vas a ayudar a la gente. Y ellos te ven como no sé, un ángel que les llega a ayudar casi casi. Uno puede ver en sus expresiones, en las atenciones que le tienen a los misioneros que la gente está realmente agradecida con uno. Y ese sentimiento te llena. Antes de las misiones creo que nunca me había sentido así, y creo que nunca me he vuelto a sentir así después tampoco. Pero es ese sentimiento que les estas ayudando y que si haces una diferencia el que te alegra.

Aparte de ser un sentimiento gratificante, uno también puede apreciar lo bueno que es la vida de uno. Muchas veces sentimos que nuestra vida apesta, y lo que sea. pero una experiencia así, pone tu vida en perspectiva, y te muestra que hay muchísmia gente necesitada, y cualquier ayuda que les puedas brindar es agradecida. Es asombroso, porque la gente es tán agradecida que casi casi se quitan el bocado de la boca para dartelo a vos. Todo lo mejor que tienen te lo ofrecen, por más húmilde que sea. Y es de admirar. Cuanta gente no hay que a pesar de tener mucho es egoista, y avara.

Ahora bien: ¿Por qué me gusta trabajar con los niños? Porque aunque suene como un cliché, ellos son el futuro. Si pasan su niñez en un mundo injusto, cruel y negativo, ¿en qué se van a convertir cuando crezcan? Ellos no tienen la culpa, y no han escogido el mundo al que nacen. Es como una ruleta: a algunos les toca bien, a otros mal. Afortunadamente me tocó bien a mi. No me falta comida, no me falta un techo, no me falta educación, y gracias a Dios tampoco me falta un miembro o movilidad en mi cuerpo o salud. Y no es que me sienta culpable, o me sienta mal. Simplemente creo que los niños merecen ser felices. Y yo sé que lo que he hecho hasta el momento, no es mucho, pero es algo. Y osea, los niños son tan transparentes e inocentes. Talvez por eso se siente mejor que con los adultos. Si te ganas la sonrisa de un niño, sabes que esa sonrisa viene del corazón. Los niños ni siquiera entienden el concepto de la hipocresía. Si te quieren, te buscan, te sonríen (y te molestan - ouch!), y si te odian, pues te hacen mala cara, no te hablan, te ignoran, y te pegan, pero con odio. En fín, casi inmediatamente sabes si lo que estas haciendo les gusta o no.

Despues de misiones también he ayudado en un hogar de niños, y en Funter (niños discapacitados). Y la verdad, verlos a ellos, te inspira. Simplemente los tienes que admirar (y van a disculpar) por los huevos que tienen. Osea, son niños a quienes la vida les puso monolítos en su camino, y ellos luchan por superarlos. Por veces los ves a los ojos y les ves esa determinación, ves que estan llenos de vida, que tienen un algo, un fuego, ganas de vivir. Y es envidiable.

OK, despues de mis primeras experiencias descubrí que ayudar a los demás se siente bien. Me gusta ayudar, porque de cierta manera, me llena. Y me gusta cuando estoy ayudando de verdad. Yo sé que mis aportes son como tratar de curar una hemorragia con una curita, pero está bien. Espero algún día poder ayudar más. Y no, no solo ayudo para seguir mis propios objetivos egoistas, y mucho menos para que otras personas me vean que estoy haciendo algo bueno (porque como odio a los filántropos y gentes asi que ayudan solo para que los vean, o para hacer vida social).

Y si, soy sincero: tengo muchos rincones oscuros los cuales nunca has visto. Y tampoco pretendo ocultarlos.

Conformar a todos sigue siendo imposible...

2007-02-09T16:25:00.001-06:00

Que buenas estan estas Ms

Lo primero sigue siendo lo primero!

2007-02-09T16:24:00.001-06:00

Muy bueeeno!!!

"tenía planes... bueno, voy voy"

Enano

2007-02-09T16:19:00.001-06:00

Q buena M!!!

Windows 386 Promo Video

2007-02-08T06:08:00.001-06:00

OMG, my brain hurts X_X

Everybody hurts

2007-02-04T20:25:00.001-06:00

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone

and then...

2007-02-04T18:19:00.000-06:00

...after an unbearable day,
I come back home and realize that pictures are prettier in my head...

Managing expectations

2007-01-25T23:13:00.000-06:00

I'm a hundred feet up in the air, on the tight rope.  What a balancing act: no safety net beneath me - nothing but darkness.
And Im juggling all what is important to me. My responsibilities, my relationships, my expectations, my dreams, my desires, the expectations of others. I don't want to drop any of those. No, they're too important. But its getting harder. I can't seem to pleaseanyone despite all of my efforts.
I can't let go. I have to keep on going no matter what. I have to balance everything till i get to the end. And even time goes by, the difficulty is so overwhelming that I can't see any progress.
I want to make you happy.   There's nothing I want more.
And Im sorry, sorry for everything.
This path is not easy, and it is full of grief.
And for who do I do all of this?  There is no one on the stands.  Do I do this for myself?  Am I really worth it?

Fat women

2007-01-17T12:21:00.001-06:00

Al Bundy is my hero.

The sound of silence

2007-01-01T21:05:00.000-06:00

It's not quiet. You just cannot listen the deafening sound of my silent screams.

Peter's Jealousy

2006-12-28T12:54:00.001-06:00

YEah!!

Daphne Loves Derby

2006-12-13T20:01:00.000-06:00

Esta banda la fui a ver por ahi por septiembre. Me gusto bastante, y me compré su CD también. Aqui les mando un link a una página donde pueden escuchar algunas de sus canciones: http://www.purevolume.com/daphnelovesderby.

Hammers and Hearts
by Daphne Loves Derby
album: On the Strength Of All Convinced (2005)

20 hours deep
Oh it was enough time to see
that everything has changed for me
So much for birthday wishes
I've been too busy with bad memories
You've made me
I don't think I'll get over it
To be honest I can't see how this could be fair
I'm so alone but you seem to be just fine

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything
This could be the last day that I hold my breath and
stay awake for you.

20 hours deep
Oh it was enough time for you
to change everything for me
20 hours deep
I'm drowning myself in thoughts of you
And you're comforting

Tell me how this is fair

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything.
This could be the last day that I hold my breath
and stay awake for you

Stay awake... Stay awake

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything.
This could be the last day that I hold my breath and wait
for you.

Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything.
This could be the last day that I hold my breath and wait
for you.

Stay awake... Stay awake (good intentions won't change anything,
this could be the last day that I hold my breath and wait for you)

Yeah I hold my breath and wait for you..

A step we all have to take

2006-12-13T19:48:00.000-06:00

Ahora estaba hablando con Mac, acerca de su blog, y le estaba diciendo que lo debería actualizar (xq para mis gustos, escribe muy bien). Me dijo que estaba preparando una nueva entrada, acerca de la muerte. Yo no sé porque todo el mundo le tiene tanto miedo si todos terminamos por descomponernos tarde o temprano. Its just one more step - step onto the next life, or facing the irony of stepping into a void of nothingness.

That would be hilarious. To die, and just die.

Que banda más virga vos!

2006-12-13T15:39:00.000-06:00

Hace tiempo que vengo escuchando esta banda de Guate, pero ahora estaba escuchando musica de ellso de nuevo asi que decidí escribir acerca de ellos. JuanPi fue el primer chapín que me puso a escuchar música de Malacate, y son muy buenos, aqui les dejo una de sus canciones:

Ay de mi

Todas las mañanas me levanto y yo la tengo que escuchar
se vive quejando de que no tengamos mucho dinero
se que lo que sea que haya hecho ella me va a regañar
Todo lo que dice o lo que hace yo la tengo que aguantar
le tiene celos hasta a mi hermana me desespera
pero si es ella la que sale yo la tengo que esperar

Ay de mí... siempre me tocan las mujeres caprichosas
y vanidosas pero siéntanse dichosas del que tienen a la par
Ay de mí... que daría por ser correspondido, su consentido
mas bien estoy jodido por...

Todo lo que mira en las vitrinas ella lo quiere comprar
lo peor de todo es que al final soy yo el que paga la cuenta
y si la llevo a comer shucos me va a volver a patear

Sé que lo que sea que ella quiera yo se lo tengo que dar
Todos son iguales solo quieren ver que sacan al final
a donde vaya siempre tengo que ir detrás de ella

Todos son iguales solo hablan cuando se quieren quejar
parece mentira lo que digo pero esta es la verdad

Ay de mí... siempre me tocan las mujeres caprichosas
y vanidosas pero siéntanse dichosas del que tienen a la par
ay de mí... que daría por ser correspondido, su consentido
mas bien estoy jodido por......por volverte a perdonar

- Malacates Trebol Shop

Pueden encontrar más música de ellos en su página de myspace. Les recomiendo también 'Tómame' y 'Ni un centavo'.

Would you even care?

2006-12-12T21:52:00.000-06:00

Mientras espero, estrello mi cabeza contra la fría pared de la indiferencia.

Se me abrirá el craneo... Se me saldrán los sesos... Y mi sangre me va a cubrir el cuerpo que aún se retuerce en el suelo.

forgiveness

2006-12-12T21:46:00.000-06:00

In the presence of love, forgiveness should come naturally, without delay...

Why are you so unable to forgive?

Childe Harold

2006-12-08T13:13:00.000-06:00

And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,
And from his fellow bacchanals would flee;
'Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start,
But pride congealed the drop within his e'e:
Apart he stalked in joyless reverie,
And from his native land resolved to go,
And visit scorching climes beyond the sea;
With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe,
And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.

- Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (Canto the First, stanza VI)

So cold...

2006-12-08T09:44:00.000-06:00

I think my ears might just freeze off.

Men, Women and Children

2006-12-06T23:54:00.000-06:00

Recommended music

Give it a try, you might be surprised

Too bad I didn't go see them when they came to ATX

I love Monty Python

2006-12-06T23:25:00.001-06:00

...but I HATE spam...

Gigitty gigitty

2006-12-06T19:35:00.001-06:00

Gigitty goo!

AAAlright!!

Amo a Laura...

2006-12-06T00:07:00.001-06:00

...pero esperaré hasta el matrimonio...

Bottled Music

2006-12-03T21:43:00.001-06:00

Q alegre :P

Control

2006-12-03T17:35:00.000-06:00

Are you in control of your own life? I know Im not.

Life is determined by an endless list of limitations that I cannot control. Sometimes its my parents, sometimes its my firneds, sometimes its society, the government, the laws of physics or just the situation.

Sometimes I get frustrated at the fact that there's some things that no matter how hard I try, I cannot do anything about it. But the only solution is to accept the fact that you can't, and make the best out of it. Sometimes we bitch and whine that we are not able to get everything we want, but suck it up, that's life. Nobody is completely independent. All of your actions have consequences. All of your decisions have unexpected implications. But sometimes we just don't stop and think how good we have it for ourselves.

I have many responsibilities and a lack of resources. I am not superman (I may be close, but alas, not close enough). My life has been determined by the decisions I have made, and the situation that I am in. The problem is that sometimes the decisions that determine our paths have not been made but us, but by people who, if we are fortunate, have our best interests at heart.

I don't expect you to understand, or even care. But my life, my feelings and my thoughts are often too complicated even for myself to understand. I can't explain or define myself. All I can do is make the best out of what I have. I have a really hard time balancing all of the aspects in my life, and I may in fact complicate my existence on a regular basis. But, hey, I have issues, and I know I can't make it on my own. I let very very few people in, and if I do let you in, its because your very existence helps me carry on. So thank you, I guess.

And I'm sorry if I disappoint you, but I am not perfect, and I'm just trying to get by. Its funny. I just put this into perspective, and I think of myself as just another spoiled little brat, who, as I said before, just doesn't know how good he has it.

Everyone has different kinds of issues.

One time I was asked if I believed myself to be better than the rest of people. That is not a question for me to answer. I don't know if I'm better than the person sitting next to me. That is for others to decide. But if I had to give a value to somebody, I think that a good measurement would be that person's ability to get back up on his/her two feet when he falls. The person's ability to overcome his own fears, and to break down the walls that are in his path.

And sometimes you might think Im just plain dumb, that I am impulsive, that I don't think things over, and that I don't see what is going on around me. And while sometimes you are right, the truth is that I do see them, only from a different perspective than you. You are not better than me, and I am not better than you, but then again, we are not equal either. Quite a predicament, huh?

I am not the person you see in your mind when you look at me.

The Annoying Devil

2006-11-28T17:06:00.001-06:00

Could life get any better than this?