Tomando conciencia

Momentos que alcanzan su punto máximo.. tarde o temprano vuelven a tocar fondo.

Hay veces que me encantaría que esos momentos cumbre... duraran un poco más, y fueran constantes...
Quiero dejar de vivir en un samba por un rato.

II

I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control

Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance unknown
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds that are sown

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you concieve
You just need to achieve something that rings true

juro que es la última y le aflojo a depeche, lo prometo!  (o al menos prometo intentarrrr)

I

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

¡Ay nena!

Tenés que dejar de querer chapotear en piletas donde la sequía abunda..









(o al menos eso es lo que parece)

Houston II...

...tenemos un problema (nuevamente).

Hoy confirmé que tiendo a la repetición, aunque esta vez es totalmente inconsciente.. casualidad por ahí.. pero....

... cada chico que me gusta y/o lo encuentro totalmente entrable...

SE LLAMA IGUAL QUE VOS!

¿Qué problemón, no?

... y que puto que es el destino, che.

Houston...

...Tenemos un problema...

Esta semana que pasó me sentí más sola que cactus en el desierto.

Y por mas que me considero una persona extremadamente solitaria...

... Este tipo de desolación no me gustó para nada che...