Thursday, May 01, 2008
"Lokas y Enamoradas";)
El día 10 de Mayo hará 3 meses que se estrenó el peliculón "Lokas y enamoradas"...una gran película que seguirá dando muxo que hablar...
El 4 de mayo hará un mes...un mes desde la primera vez que nos vimos en persona...fue gnial...nos vimos y lo supimos al instante...akello era real...es real...
Te quiero...te quiero en mi vida...compartirlo todo contigo...xq eres lo más importante y lo mjor q me ha pasado n muxo tiempo...
Hasta pronto...guapa...xq volveremos a star juntas...y será más y mjor...
Mil besos...:**
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
The Cult - Painted on my heart
And Id finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you
But its just not so
And after all this time, I still cant let go
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just cant seem to
I guess its just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you
And Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
Im trying to escape you
And I know there aint no way to
To chase you from my mind
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive still got your face
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
LUCHAR o TO FIGHT
Friday, February 08, 2008
ETIQUETAD@S
Vivimos en un mundo que se rige por etiquetas. No somos mas que productos etiquetados. Tenemos que estar definidos o si no no nos sentimos parte de algo. Sabemos que es humillante y, aún así caemos como moscas a la mierda. Además todos nos creemos dignos de juzgar al resto. Como si de nuestra opinión dependiera el destino de quienes no son como nosotros creemos que deberían ser. Es muy fácil señalar, juzgar y condenar. Sabemos que el blanco elegido es fácil. No tenemos en cuenta lo mucho que duele que te cataloguen como a un simple electrodoméstico. O eres una cosa o la otra, nada de mezclas y mucho cuidado con lo que eliges. No vaya a ser que encima sea el "bando" equivocado. El que va a ser apaleado sólo por no querer seguir la norma. ¿Quién demonios dice que las cosas han de ser de una manera o de otra? ¿Quién coño elige como se ha de vivir? Luego se presume de la libertad de expresión, el libre albedrío, el respeto...JA!! Yo me río de eso. Me río y lloro por la cantidad inabarcable e imperante de hipocresía que por desgracia hay en el mundo. La pena es que tod@s aportamos nuestro granito de arena. Tod@s conseguimos que el mundo sea un lugar cada vez peor. Estamos tan obsesionad@s con el contrario que no nos damos cuenta de que no existen CONTRARIOS. En fin, no sé...está todo tan hecho una mierda. Puede sonar pesimista, y seguramente sea así. Pero me cuesta mucho ver la luz al final de este túnel. No consigo ver el ENTENDIMIENTO TOTAL, tampoco sé si existe. Incluso puede que este texto sólo sea una pérdida de tiempo. Es lo más probable, es decir, una causa perdida. Aunque ello no quita para que todo el odio que fluye por el planeta duela profundamente. Palabras, gestos, miradas. El odio está ahí. Y todo porque nos pusieron una etiqueta. Una etiqueta que resultó ser el "error" por el que nos juzgarán y nos condenarán.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I DON'T WANT TO BE by GAVIN DeGRAW
I Don't Want to Be by Gavin DeGraw, from the album "Chariot"
I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by an identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think about me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain, the crust of creation
My whole situation - made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I'm trying to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I don't want to be
With my best wishes to everybody,
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
REQUIEM for HEATH LEDGER and BRAD RENFRO
Cry and SHOUT
I just wanna cry and shout ‘till my voice is finally broken. I don’t know what to feel, what to say or even what to do. I find myself completely lost. I don’t have any clue of which way I should follow for now on. I kinda think that I don’t belong not here not anywhere. Maybe this is stupid but…oh, jeez! It hurts so bad. My life is out of my hands and no one lets me handle it. Every time I make a decision someone tells me is not the right thing to do. Or blames me ‘till I step back. And now is the time when I can say that I can’t deal with this situation anymore. I’m sick and tired of being manipulated and treated like a child. Well, how many times did I say this same thing? Yeah, a lot. And, how many times did anyone listen to me? Ok, not even one. They preferred to smile or laugh at me like I’m in some kind of mental disorder. I’m kinda used to be ignored and not taken seriously, but to get used is not the same as to accept the fact that your becoming invisible.
And tomorrow someone is coming and I can’t deal with it. I just…I can’t. I’m not prepared to deal with it, not now. But I have to face it, and it makes everything more and more difficult. It hurts, it hurts, it HURTS A LOT.
Ok, I have to say: LIFE SUCKS!!! It’s a cliché but I like saying it. Although I know, for sure, that this will change soon. The very same moment I take full control of my life, LIFE will be better. I promise (mental note).
Well, I guess this is the end of today’s entry.
Dream with who you wanna be and be what you dreamed.
xxooxx
Nyah
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
IN MEMORIAM
Podría llorar desconsoladamente, podría pensar en lo que nos perderemos, podría pensar, también, que ya no está aquí...pero no voy a hacerlo. Porque la vida está llena de PODRÍAs, QUIZÁS, Y SIs, etc. ¿Y de qué sirven? No hacen más que atormentarnos siendo situaciones que una vez pasadas ya no se pueden cambiar. En cambio voy a pensar en los buenos ratos, esos que te hacen sonreír cuando creías que ya no podías. Esas discusiones a voz en grito que hacían que todos nos echásemos unas risas, esos rifi rafes políticos en nochebuena y navidad, ese cigarrito nada furtivo junto a la ventana del salón. Todo lo bueno, todo queda en el recuerdo. ¿Por qué llorar cuando se puede sonreír? Por eso estos recuerdos, por eso estos momentos que quedarán en la memoria de todos, de manera que cada vez que se quieran recordar nos venga una sonrisa en vez de una lágrima. Así que fuera PODRÍAs, QUIZÁS e Y SIs.
Porque los recuerdos no nos los puede arrebatar nada ni nadie.