jueves, 30 de abril de 2009
martes, 28 de abril de 2009
lunes, 27 de abril de 2009
domingo, 26 de abril de 2009
miércoles, 22 de abril de 2009
martes, 21 de abril de 2009
Vas hacer todo lo posible para sobrevivir, porque tu fuente de energía son tus penas, viviendo para contarlas, ahogándote en ellas y clavando el cuchillo cada vez más adentro. Vas a respirar porque tus ojos no te van a dejar parar de llorar, porque a tus venas les encanta la pura crueldad, masoquista, cagon.Vas a contar cada desilusión y el sueño siempre se te va hacer pesado, porque siempre es preferible el soñar que la pura realidad; vas a festejar para no pensar, el hol tu mejor opción pasará hacer tu mejor amigo al punto de no poder vivir sin el, y ahí te vas a dar cuenta lo patético que sos. Te vas a ir a dormir con la idea de no despertar jamás, y te vas a levantar para mirarte al espejo y recordar la noche anterior, sin poder hacerlo, tu día se va a basar en eso y es ahí cuando vas a saber que es la mejor salida. Por que nadie te ayuda mejor a olvidar.
lunes, 20 de abril de 2009
domingo, 19 de abril de 2009
sábado, 18 de abril de 2009
viernes, 17 de abril de 2009
jueves, 16 de abril de 2009
miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009
martes, 14 de abril de 2009
lunes, 13 de abril de 2009
domingo, 12 de abril de 2009
Wall Street Belle: For the same reason that men do it - the economics of the arrangement. It's intimacy without intricacy. I work past midnight almost every night.
viernes, 10 de abril de 2009
Me dijeron que estoy condenada a sentir pero yo no siento nada y mis lágrimas cada día pesan más y más, y me quedo viendo como se forman rocas en mis mejillas mientras camino sin sentido en la más pura soledad, olvidándome de respirar y mirando sin realmente mirar. Soy capaz de escuchar cada latido pero no encuentro el mío, y le llaman vida a un río de llantos, donde no hay final, ni catarata por donde deslizarse y es así que termino como una hoja en otoño, me caigo, me deshago y renazco, levantándome con una nueva condena.
jueves, 9 de abril de 2009
They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn as they hung you from trees in
your backyard.
They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and strand katrina.
He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, virginia tech columbine,
stop the violence.
They thought it was cool to tare down the projects and put up million dollar condos,
gentrification.
They think its cool to stand on the block hiding products in their socks making quick dime bag
dollars.
They think its cool to to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars, bustin you upside
yo head.
Freeze....cause the problem is we think its cool too.
Check your ingredients, before you overdose, on the cool.
martes, 7 de abril de 2009
domingo, 5 de abril de 2009
sábado, 4 de abril de 2009
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new
viernes, 3 de abril de 2009
jueves, 2 de abril de 2009
miércoles, 1 de abril de 2009
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said ' Come on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.
I was out for a drink in a soho bar
The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar
She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost
She was the woman that I wanted the most
As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand
I said 'Lay me down easy let me understand'
Let me sign, let sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.
As I walked through the door she was still in my head
As I entered the room she was laid there in bed
She reached out for me all twisted in black
I was on my way down, never coming back
let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.