Tal vez estoy cansada del drama.
Tal vez no creo que deba ser tan difícil.
Tal vez no debería serlo.
Tal vez debería ser sencillo.
Tal vez estoy cansada de ser malinterpretada.
Y de tener que disculparme por ello.
Tal vez estoy cansada de tener que medir mis palabras porque podrían herirte.
Y de andar en puntas de pies para no molestarte.
Tal vez estoy cansada de tener temas vetados.
Y de pecar cada vez que traigo uno a colación.
Tal vez estoy cansada de jugar un juego en el que siempre pierdo.
Sin importar que sea amable, sarcástica, que mienta o que diga siempre la verdad.
Tal vez estoy cansada de tener que demostrarte una y otra vez que no tengo dobles intenciones.
Y de que querer es un verbo sin prerequisitos.
Tal vez estoy cansada de tomarme tantas molestias solo para permanecer en tu vida.
Tal vez esté luchando contra el destino al intentarlo.
Tal vez estoy cansada de pelear contigo.
Tal vez estoy cansada de ti.
Tal vez...
miércoles, 28 de diciembre de 2011
lunes, 26 de diciembre de 2011
De navegar
[Aquí va la foto de nuestro barco y del mar multicolor que vamos a navegar.
Eventualmente lo terminaré.]
Eventualmente lo terminaré.]
viernes, 23 de diciembre de 2011
De tonterias mias
Lo maravilloso de no estar acostumbrada a las cosas pequeñas, es que cuando suceden, quieres gritar de alegría. A pesar de que también quieras gritar del dolor. Lo aprecias, como nadie podría imaginarlo. Lo aprecias porque te hace sentir perfectamente normal. Lo aprecias como el regalo que es.
About girls
"These are the kind of girls who hang dream catchers above their beds, who eat pomegranates and read old history books for fun. These are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with disposable cameras and wallpaper their bathrooms with pretty roses. These girls sketch eyes and mouths and little drawings all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them.
These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. They watch “Breakfast At Tiffanys” or “Rosemarys Baby”.
These are the kind of girls who are quiet in public. They were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot choclate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire, and pretended to be in the North Pole. They would water color things they couldn’t see, and eat French Toast for lunch. These girls were the kind of girls who always believe in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of faeries and tree houses.
In the summer they read Jane Austen and listened to Fleetwood Mac while sipping hot tea. They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. These are the girls that didn’t need boys in their lives to achieve happiness."
These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. They watch “Breakfast At Tiffanys” or “Rosemarys Baby”.
These are the kind of girls who are quiet in public. They were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot choclate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire, and pretended to be in the North Pole. They would water color things they couldn’t see, and eat French Toast for lunch. These girls were the kind of girls who always believe in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of faeries and tree houses.
In the summer they read Jane Austen and listened to Fleetwood Mac while sipping hot tea. They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. These are the girls that didn’t need boys in their lives to achieve happiness."
sábado, 17 de diciembre de 2011
De sentimientos en promoción
Te extraño*
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Te quiero*
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Te amo*
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Te quiero*
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Te amo*
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