Soomka

de tragarme mis "te quiero"
y me duele el pecho de tanto regurgitarlos
y se me revuelve el estómago
al saborearlos tantas y tantas veces en mi boca
sin salir.

¡¡Que confusión!!

¡¡No pensé que algo así me pudiera pasar!!
¡¡Te extraño, pienso en tí e incluso me arrepiento!!
¡¡Nooo!!
¿Cómo puedo estar arrepentida?
Lo siento, lo veo y no lo creo... no lo creo, no lo creo.

Es tan raro en mi extrañar a alguién de esta forma... :S

Soñé contigo, estabamos en algo así como la escuela, regresabas de algún sitio y yo corría hacia el lugar en dónde estabas, te abrazaba y te besaba, pero con esa sensación consciente de que no debía estarlo haciendo porque ya no eres mi chico... :(

Estuve hablando con Alex de ese "nuevo y raro sentimiento" que ahora encuentro en mi y concluí en que pese a que me siento triste de repente, es bueno cambiar de aires, a veces sentía que el aire se nos empezaba a viciar y eso me desesperaba y me hacia tratarlo mal, espero realmente que este tiempo nos dé una nueva y mejor perspectiva de las cosas, además me da gusto, que algo no ha cambiado y es mi cariño (bueno mi amor) hacia él, no le quiero fuera de mi vida para siempre, pero quiero tiempo para aterrizar mis cosas y aplanar el terreno de mi mente tormentosa...

Siento que los vientos cambian y que ese cambio es bueno.

De repente me siento un poco imbécil porque pese a que fue mi decisión me siento contrariada, de repente de extraño, releo mis emails guardados y este blog y pienso en qué cambio tanto dentro de mi, se que dentro de mi aún existe ese amor tan bello, pero ¿qué le pasó a mi pasión?.

¿Por qué no puedo estar a gusto sin pasión? ¿Es verdaderamente importante para mantener una relación?

Para la segunda cuestión, creo que se resuelve fácil: para mantener una relación conmigo, sí, es importante la pasión y ¡mucha!

La primera se responde con la segunda.

Pero mi gran pregunta sigue siendo: ¿qué le pasó a mi pasión?
Me gusta sentir que tiemblo con un beso, que me roban la respiración, que me arrancan la ropa, que me estalla el alma, pero no lo siento... ¿por qué? ¿por qué?

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away

I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defences down
All those wounds that I can't get unwound

I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Freeze this motion a little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away...

Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away...
The innocence slips away

by Rush

Your softly spoken words,
Release my whole desire,
Undenied,
Totally.

And so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.

Beneath your tender touch,
My senses can't divide,
Oh so strong,
My desire.

For so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.

Now that I've found you,
And seen behind those eyes,
How can I,
Carry on.

For so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.

Belong, belong, belong.

"Lo único seguro es que el corazón siempre cambia... ¡volveré!"

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
'till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away!
So, will you please say hello to the folks that I know?
Tell them I won't be long!
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go,
I was singin' this song:

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
So, will you please say hello to the folks that I know?
Tell them I won't be long!
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go . . .
I was singin' this song:

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
We'll meet again, we'll meet again . . .

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

CHORUS

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalom no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

CHORUS

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

by Jonny Cash