Le chanson!

C'est une belle chanson, c'est magnifique pour les jeunes qui sont confondu dans la vie.

It's been a long since I did not find a song that do not specifically talk about love,delution or goodbyes, but totally describes how you feel must of the time mostly when you are young.

"When you get what you want but not what you need", that is exactly how I feel when I do things just because I felt like in the moment, but I totally know from the very first time I thought about it that it is not going to be enough to cover what it is actually good for me and my internal peace, it is kind of the alter-ego everybody has, that sometimes replaces things we cannot or at least think we cannot have them in a short-term period.The good part "That feeling goes away and you have fun since it was something you desired" The bad part "Most of the times you feel emptier afterwards because you realize how much difference is between those two things".

On the other hand is the way it expresses "But if you never try you never know", it is totally why we need to do what we want, even if is not what we innerly need.  As young people we are in an urge to figure out what else is there, if not we invent it, the funniest thing ever is when we say this and then we regret! That isnot fair from our inner peace, c'man, see how ironic we can be.

"When you are too in love to let it go"  that is totally something wrong, but when we pass trought it we do not see it at all, or at least we do not want it visible. We face the fact that our relationship was not,uhmmm let's call it  "healthy" until we explode inside and sometimes in worst cases outside too. As rational animals we care about each others so much in a way we always think about the people we loved involved in a situation before thinking about us as individuals and about them as individuals too. So guess what? It is not the person, it is not an anti-selfish reaction, it is just the "cool bond we used to have" and "what I liked about it" and most of the times the "idea of having something for sure" what really captures us. And this do not only apply to love relationships, but to many things such as jobmates, living somewhere, working at somewhere, bad habits, classmates, preconcibed ideas of people that were confortableenough to handle otherwise would become awkward, places we like just because we dreamed about them many times eventhought they are not what we were looking for.

"When you feel so tired but you cannot sleep", That not only happens when you have previously drank caffeine or taurine, or when you are in love and you cannot stop thinking about your "boo" or even when you have a test the nextday,that happens when you feel lost, when you feel full of wonders, when youare depressed, when you are totally happy inside but you do not know how to express it. Sometimes it happens when you are too excited to live something, when you have an idea you do not howto put it together, when you miss someone so much you yearn that only one to come again to you, when you need such an embrace you feel embarrased to say it, when you lie at someone you love or when you cannot believe how things changed in a minute and you wish you could have stopped the time or delete it as a text message on your memories. It is ok to feel like that, what I do on those cases is to WRITE.

Accordingly to the lyrics of this song, we will always know at some point how to find the way home in a  figurative and literal way and how to find the strenght we need desesperately to feel ok when we don't, and I think this is not just Coldplay who says so and who thinks so, We all know that, the interesting part is that if it is impossible not to re compose from something that hurts, harms or intrigues us, why do we always blow our minds thinking and get so emotional and difficult sometimes... I don't think we can FIX US absolutely. We fix what we challenge ourselves to fix in some moments we feel we are not in transition nevertheless we always are.

Hi music, I love you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eVvwJKrGVg

Receta Secreta

Cambio de canal, doy vueltas a las páginas, retrocedo 4 pasos a ver si no me he olvidado de algo, y no consigo darme cuenta si hay algo más ahí.
Volteo a mis lados, memorizo momentos, recorro la ciudad a pie, menciono cada uno de los lugares que no conozco, y no consigo ver el lado B de esa receta.
Escribo analogías, convivo con gente nueva, visito a mis antiguos amigos, me paro frente a ti, y en verdad no comprendo porque se dice que hay algo más.
Canto al aire libre, pienso en voz alta, corro sin rumbo concreto y platico con quien apenas me conoce, ellos tampoco me dan ninguna explicación.
Medito, me ejercito, me veo en el espejo y rompo la imagen de ayer para crearme una nueva, sonrío a los extraños y abrazo a mis queridos, río, salto, dibujo, diseño, observo, reflexiono...todas esas cosas no me están diciendo absolutamente nada.
¿Esta en mí, o está en ti?
¿Soy mucho más o soy mucho menos?
¿Porqué me guarda ese secreto la vida?
¿Qué es lo que he hecho yo para que no se me hable con sinceridad?
Cuando yo nací nadie me dijo que tenía que resolver acertijos, ¿o sí?
Recuerdo ser de la generación que creía en un acto proclamado de amor por siempre pero crecí en una donde el amor se pone en tela de juicio a cada paso, donde el compromiso es obligación y su teoría es tan relativa que cada quien la interpreta como mejor le convenga a sus impulsos y necesidades fisiológicas.
No sé de que me perdí, quiero recobrar la confianza de quienes no se han atrevido a decirme esa receta secreta.
No sé si hablo por mi o por mi corazón -es que ya no somos uno mismo-, pero como buen humana a veces me canso de esforzarme por ser yo por ese secreto, porque creo que todos tenemos ese mismo interés ¿o es que algún científico me pueda comprobar lo contrario, apoco somos convenientemente correctos para nosotros mismos? Sinceramente,   I dOn'T tHinK s0.

Comunmente aceptada esta idea de un secreto, A mí el doctor no me ha recetado nada que sea secreto, y la vida apenas puede hablar por ella sola, ¡Qué va que hablara por todos, DE LOCOS!

Shame

Have you ever talked about the issues found on the way your "truly stable" family member treat each other incrediblely rude and mean sometimes?

Have you ever faced and accept that you have some nasty habits that are often become vices?

Have you ever found yourself in a gay thinking or feeling?

Have you ever hated someone for the moment so much you wish them the worst luck ?

Have you ever noticed yourself praying for good in a though situation eventhought you have sweared you are not any religious, sometimes even atheist?

Have you ever cryed from hearing a song, looking at a kid or mistreating an innocent animal?

Have you drank alone, wishing someone is with you to share the moment?

Have you ever felt jealous so much you from some of your friends, brothers, sisters or parents?

Have you ever vomited from anger?

Have you been enrolled in a date webpage justifying yourself you are just making fool of it?

Have you tried some drugs you actually felt for a moment you can be addicted to it but you won't say it?

Have you ever feared to die in a random moment?

Have you ever felt you actually cannot breath because you miss so much someone?

Have you ever had an alimentary disorder?

Have you crossed fingers even when you say you do not trust in luck or destiny?

Have you ever laugh from you looking at the mirror?

Have you ever accepted yourself and think you are beautiful with all you imperfections?

Have you tried to suicide?

Have you been sexually or physically humillated ?

Have you convinced yourself with a lie that sounds better than the truth at the point you forget the real happening, until something comes up and you realize that you blocked that memorie?

Have you ever feel that for real "this is my best day of life"?

Have you ever been running with a dork big smile, or tears falling ?

Have you written a corny poem?

Have you felt you cannot handle such trippy things like sounds from other people's mouth, choks on the board          or stuff like that?

Have you felt totally unconvenient to anyone else?

DON'T WORRY, IT'S OK, WE ARE ALL THE SAME. BE HAPPY :)

Ensayos de una cosa curiosa, la belleza

Frente al espejo me he mirado diferente,
es justo ya no desear ser perfecta
me siento fresca, sobresaliente,
muy poco de más, casi nada de menos.

Cosa rara, muslos apretados que se cercioran de lucir esa fuerza
una cintura un tanto acotada por el fulgor de un torso de guerra
el ombligo se ríe seriamente de aquellos pechos
que más que amigos son enemigos separados por un esternón en relieves.

Mi cabeza luce pequeña en comparación con mis hombros,
esos que ante la oportunidad avasallan las esquinas e interrumpen las miradas
y cualesquiera que fuera mi cuello, ha sido partícipe de mis batallas,
es de una textura formidable y su longitud recorre montañas.

Perseverantes glúteos acelerando el viento que golpea mis pestañas,
y las pantorrillas que gustan de esconderse tras las faldas
después de sudar la gota gorda en la escalada.

Un cabello castaño que no promete nada
aunque recientemente luce cálido y me agrada
podría jurar que cualquiera está celoso de mi almohada
y de estos ojos que de coquetos empalagan.

Escucho el rugir de mi voz, mientras junto éstas pequeñas manos
son santuario de mis acciones, de mis arrebatos
y presas de lo que este sensible corazón me ha dejado
que aunque es invisible le roba morada a mis pulmones,
dichosos del aire que siente mi piel al abrir mis brazos,
rellenos de caricias, miradas y creaciones.

En conjunto la modestia de mis pies no menciona nada,
soy relación de ventaja y desventaja
es la belleza cosa curiosa, innegable razón de ser
que por mi boca jamás pasó una velada.

Do I like routines?

En días pasados me encontré irritada por la manera en que dejé mi cuarto,
por la ansiedad de mi perro al verme una vez más jugando,
por la sequía de mi jardín que me miraba a lo lejos,
por mi ropa descocida, mis bolsas vacías, mi corcho caído.

Me causó un sentimiento paternalista la emoción de proteger mis cosas,
el ser responsable de una vida misma y no dejar mis alas rotas,
cohesión de tiempo y organización, un orden lógico,
el montón de papeles en un rincón
y un baúl de pendientes y fotos de colección.

No quisiera repetir una secuencia de eventos
jamás me he sentido parte esencial de un momento
es simple, soy dueña de aquellos que me hicieron estremecer
pero aún así,  sin mi seguirán pasando, me dé cuenta o no.

De pronto devastada ante una marcada tentación del recuerdo
presenté ante las autoridades un argumento
mi rutina, los procedimientos.

Me pregunté a mi misma, ¿Te hace feliz un reencuentro?
Batallé para encontrar el significado de un remordimiento,
pero me basto creer que era más que eso,
soy yo ante un pasado de cambios tumultosos y rufianes
no soy yo ante lo que parecía ser mi destino.

Me vi envuelta en el suspenso repentino de no tener nada claro
nada listo, todo ambigüo, que desesperación me causó
el verme invadida de dudas que con el tiempo he superado,
no sé si lo mío es rutinario, o si bien he terminado
con esa etapa resolutiva y esos besos robados.