Sí, derrepente suelo hundirme en mí misma, y es mala la sensación, a pesar de qe te gusta como estás actuando, sabes qe hay gente a tu alrededor qe no la pasa del todo bien con tus actitudes, esas de mirar más allá de tu nariz.
Dejar de ser yo por amor, suena bien, pero,. es más bello i cúl, qe esa persona te deje ser tú, para amarte tal cual eres, no prohibirte nada.
Estoi tan pensante como Jim Morrison
... Me estanco con los sentimientos?
No, no me refiero a eso, de hecho soi mui transparente i como una vez dije, exíjo gente así, cuando siento algo, lo demuestro i es algo en mí, no es qe yo qiera siempre andar exibiendo todo lo qe siento, pero esto me ha servido para no 'explotar' algunas veces, i llorar y no saber por qé.
Tampoco puedo poner cara de arcoiris (existe?) cuando en relaidad llevo una nuebe negra por encima... odio fingir, pero a veces sirve para no provocar qe el otro se sienta mal.. ayayai es tan fácil sobrevivir, pero tan difícil vivir... y bien, como se debe.
Ganas de pegarle a alguien o romper un gran vidriooo!, ganas de besar i abrazar, ganas de tirarme el pelo :) ganas de comerr games blanco ganas de reir con potencia, o sólo ganas de dormir =)
La música me produce mucho de eso, i mucho más tbn =)
Los Jaivas - Hijos De La Tierra
Amor se nos va la vida
ven vamos a buscar entonces
toda la ternura
toda la hermosura
tesoros del alma.
Volcan
es mi pecho ardiente
su lava insolente
cura las heridas.
Cristales de tierra dormida
seran nuestros besos
que en el embeleso
de otros siglos nuevos
tendran su cabida.
Somos hijos de la tierra
y su palabra es nuestra historia.
Somos hijos de la tierra.
Amor se nos va la vida
ven vamos a buscar entonces
toda la ternura
toda la hermosura
tesoros de la vida.
Ay, ven vamos a invocar
con la voz mas clara
las riquezas puras
del jardin del mundo.
Sultana cuerpo y maravilla
eres tu la fuente
remanso y vertiente
guardas la semilla.
Ven vamos a jugar
a que somos dueños
de todos los sueños
que tenemos todo
el sublime encanto
llama de la vida.
Somos hijos de la tierra
y su palabra es nuestra historia
somos hijos de la tierra.
Amor se nos va la vida
ven vamos a buscar entonces
toda la ternura
toda la hermosura
tesoros del alma
Y como hay días buenos (los de ayer), también hay días malos (los de hoy)
Ninguna conversación con alguien fue normal, pero qé es normalidad?
ayayai, hay cosas mui peores, lo sé, pero esa frase no me sube mucho el ánimo, i sin embargo la paso diciendo... Ni el cielo mantenía su propio color, era todo extraño i peculiar, la gente me miraba más raro de lo común... i yo me sentía más insecto de lo qe soi, observaba al mundo desde una banca... i me los imaginaba a todos en la época sesentera, i sólo así me sentía muy bien.
Lo malo es andar preguntando, i lo típico, cuando más necesitas la hora, te encuentras con qe a tu alrededor, sólo hay gente de la 3ª edad y te dá tanta cosa preguntar, porqe puede qe no te escuchen, o qe no sepan ver la hora, i al final, la vida sigue igual i te vas demorando i todo todo.. cosa qe me pasó hoy tbn...
A nadie le importa esto , sé qe nadie lee, con suerte mi Novio sicodélico, qe hasta con él me sentía rara, pero como no amarlo a mi flaco, qe es mi fans nº 1 :)
( Fotografía: Gwen Stefani, en su look 'Monroe')
Y mira como se dan las cosas, el fulano está mejor despues de conversar todo i también yo...
fue un rotundo cambio de roles en ciertos momentos, peroe stá todo bien.
Dejo un tema i una foto qe acompaña a la excelencia .)
Oh Yoko - John Lennon
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night I call your name
Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on
In the middle of the bath
In the middle of the bath I call your name
Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on
My love will turn you on
In the middle of a shave
In the middle of a shave I call your name
Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on
In the middle of a dream
In the middle of a dream I call your name
Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on
My love will turn you on
In the middle of a cloud
In the middle of a cloud I call your name
Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, my love will turn you on
Oh Yoko, oh Yoko, oh Yoko, oh Yoko
Estaba excelente hace un rato, ahora solo estoi mui bien...
Me han despertado de mi sueño, i mira qe era lindo =)
Toda la gente me hablaba bien, no habían portasos acá...mi dolor
de panza se acababa, pero bah, nunca faltan
los qe están desaliñados... i sin qerer qeriendo, hiso qe me asomara
inconsiennte i obvio qe involuntariamente, por la ventana hacia
lo real... i pusha qe fue fome... así qe me devolví... i acá estoi, i no me importa
nada más qe estar acá i punto =) con los pocos pero buenos
Tampoco qiero hablarle de esto al fulano, así qe me desahogo por acá i dejo qe
aqel sujeto siga en lo qe está, tranqilamente sin agobios ni molestias.
Mejor ignoro todo, i gozo con mi música, qe jamás falla i despeciona
Saludos al mundo =) i nuevamente dejo bendiciones, o no dejé antes?
p.d El muchacho guapo i sujeta-bigotes es George Harrison, i me atrevería a decir, qe es el hombre más guapo qe he visto O.O
Para empezar, lo más apropiado, sería una debida presentación.
Para llamarme, me dicen Valeria, pues, así me llamo, algunas veces
me dicen 'fli'... o 'vale' o alguno qe otro... Y esto me ha llevado 16 años de mi vida (?)
Bob Dylan - Hurricane
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
SALUDOS AL MUNDO, i Feliz día de la primavera
