Notas de dos días

Día 1:
No es que quiera dar pena, pero... did anyone ever stop and think about my situation?
I mean, she's on the same damn situation that I've been through months ago. But I don't feel like anyone has felt for me what they feel for her.
I guess it's because nobody knew him as much as they know him (that it's not much). But... it's the same!!
Should I feel angry for this? I don't know. But it definetely feels weird -- and, envy!

Maybe I'm a fool... but can't help feeling that way.


I know I don't want that. But... still I miss it, somehow. It feels kind of good...


All I need is a miracle, all I need is you!


I miss good old days.


He just called me his "friend." Ain't that weird? I wouldn't call him my friend... Or I'm not sure...


And so he's gone. It gave me the chills. I would have kissed him right away, but I mustn't get in his way; their way. I gave him a cute goodbye, though.



Día 2:
Supongo que estoy celosa nada más. Por esta cuestión de "uninvited" que tengo. Aunque, igual, creo que va un poco más allá de eso...
¿Por qué nadie quiere notarlo? ¿O soy posta sólo yo?


Y todo, como siempre, estos últimos meses, desemboca en él. Ya ni sé por qué ni cómo. Pero así es...


Por eso no hay que dejar de decirle a la gente querida cuánto uno los quiere.


Insisto. Me sale casi automáticamente. Aunqne no quiera.

From deep inside - 1

At the age of 23 I realized I'm a complete loser. Or not even that cool to be a loser, but a wannabe.

Not only have I really kissed very few guys in my life, but also I've done nothing but tried to be someone else, or try to copy another person's image, or whatever!

I'm totally lost. I tried to be a mean girl, I tried to follow a (what people would call her) queen bee, I tried to be really good at sports (a jog), a tried to be kind of a nerd, I tried to be an art freak ('performing arts', specially), I tried to be just a freak (almost-punk), I tried to be a geek, and maybe some other stuff too. But the only things I got were: not being mean enough to embarrass other people, not being able to join the popular girls 'cause I wasn't pretty enough, being moved to the "B" group at sports, and then to the volley ball team, in which I sucked, teachers not liking me that much and not getting good grades 'cause I was not that intelligent nor studied that much, not being talented enough to be a good arts performer, didn't really like punk music, and not being sufficiently geek to be a cool geek. (Even though I know geeks are not really cool and popular, there are some people you could say are too geek, hence, cool because of their geek-ness). There, you see? I'm a total loser AND a wannabe.

I'm mad. Mainly I realized about this because I failed at pretty much everything I did in my short life. I know I'm not too old, but I'm not too young either. I really am lost in here. I always thought that by the age of 30 I was going to be dating someone for at least 5 years, whom I would marry, and also being graduated from university, and have something in my life that I was proud of. Like something interesting. But no. And I only have 7 years now to do that. I feel like that's not enough and that I've lost a lot of time already.

Now, the only thing I can think about instead of my final exams is: WHAT THE FUCK!! I'm not sufficiently talented at almost anything to win something!

For instance, I suck at dates! I don't have dates! Guys won't ask me out, even though some people say I'm gorgeous, I don't know what's wrong, but I don't get invited anywhere. I even suck at speaking to guys I might like. I get really timid and can't speak, and if i do, I only tell bad jokes or non interesting things, or in the end they don't really like me. I know it's an attitude thing. But what the hell! I've been trying to copy so many people that I don't know if I have attitude myself!
The only two guys I've ever dated, I lost them. The first one was really my fault. But I'm pretty sure that if I had continued dating him, he would've dumped me for the same reasons my second boyfriend dumped me. I guess I'm a bit childish, I don't know, and I can't really commit to stuff the way grown ups do, I guess. You see where I'm going? I'm worried about my social life. I really feel like Josie Grosie. In fact, I think I am kind of a Josie Geller from the movie 'Never been kissed' with a bit of Bridget Jones. IN FACT, there's a guy at my job who told me a few weeks ago: "Stop acting like Bridget Jones. Otherwise, you will never get a guy. You should go out and have more fun."

If I would have thought about it, I would have done what Patrick Dempsey's character did in that movie "Can't buy me love." That's almost exactly what I am: a loser who wants (or wanted) to be popular and couldn't. Though, in that case, even though he behaved like a jackass, he got what he wanted: the girl and popularity, in an odd way.

So, how bad is it to realize that you're a loser? And how do I "mend" this and stop being such a jerk living in Loserville, and instead going to the winning side of the world, like the rest of the people? Just being myself? Gosh... I don't think that will work. And I'm not even going to start talking about how people don't take me seriously.

might become lyrics to a song

One day I was crying my brother told me I should write a song. And so... here it is what I tried in a 5 minutes cry.



I don't want to cry anymore
every time I think of you
and I don't even know why I still do
all I do is cry

All the lies you told me
all the pretty lies you told me
somehow now you don't care
how is it that you couldn't care?
and all I still do is cry

Even though it's been some time
I still wonder why
why you left me like that
why you went away with the sun
And all the things you used to say
how is it that you don't care anymore

And I know I'm lying to myself
when I think you might be thinking of me
but I can't help it, I just cry
wondering why you left me
and how could you go to the sun

I thought we were always going to be together
no matter what or how
but now I know you're better without me
you're better with the sun
and I still cry

And I don't even know why is it that I cry
but I just know that I love you
even though you went with the sun
I cry because I love you
and I can't believe we're not together anymore

But I wish I could forget you
forget us together
'cause we don't exist anymore
since you've gone with the sun

And I hope I can stop crying
I hope I can find someone else
someone better for me, like the sun is for you
though I know the sun will never be
better than me, 'cause I love you.




Copyright.

You know when you're like crying and you close your eyes very hard, thinking that if you do so you will suddenly disappear, and that even though you're not physically there, you can still take a look at absolutely everything, like you were a ghost or something. When you wish very bad to become invisible, and not just thanks to the Invisibility Cloak.
But then you just open your eyes, and you're still there, still crying like a baby.
And you try to close them once more, and you can even imagine the sound of yourself disappearing, like a "POOF" or something. But that's when you realize it's not going to happen, and you then wish you could go back in time, somewhere back in time when THAT moment was not even close to existing. And then you think "Fuck you, destiny!" And you remember Jack and Locke back there in the island, and then think again "This was meant to be." Still, you wish for that not to have existed, for you not to have suffered all that pain. For you not to suffer anymore.
And then of course you realize it's been like half an hour of you sitting on the bathroom toilette and someone from the outside is shouting at you "Hey! Get out of there! I need to use the bathroom, you moron!"

Bad, bad PUF!

Y justo cuando creía que ya lo había encontrado, ¡PUF! Se fue todo al carajo.
¿Por qué nadie me avisó? ¿O por qué nadie me advirtió?
¿Por qué es que lo hizo? Eso nunca lo sabré.
Si hay algo que odio es tener intriga, duda, no saber por qué pasan algunas cosas que me interesan, o que quiero. Y esto me mata. La intriga me mata. Aunque sea lo más horrible del mundo, necesito por alguna razón saberlo.
Algunos dicen que hay que olvidar. And, God, I'm really trying. "And some days I feel like dying. But I'm really only trying to get through."
When did all go wrong? What did I do?
"Was it something I said or something I did?" O al revés.
It hurts. "Give me novocaine."

Y muchas otras cosas que pasan por mi cabeza. Pero, por ahora, sólo esas.

My junk.

In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life. Still there's this one thing just to see you go by.
It's almost like lovin'. Sad as that is.
May not be cool, but it's so where I live.
It's like i'm your lover or more like your ghost. I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.
I try and just kick it but then what can I do?We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

See us, winter walking after a storm. It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms. We stop all snow blind, may not be trueWe've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

Well, you’ll have to excuse me, I know it’s so off. I love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong.
I go up to my room, turn the stereo on… Shoot up some you in the you of some song.
I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenes I ride on the rush all the hopes all the dreams.
I May be neglecting the things I should do. We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

See we still keep talkin' after you're gone. You still with me then feels so good in my arms. They say you go blind, maybe it's true. We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

It's like we stop time. What can I do? We've all got our junk, and my junk is you. My junk is you. My junk is you. You. You. You.

From Spring Awakening.

NEWLY

My dream:
Eran las audiciones, y yo daba lo mejor de mi y tenia una buena audición. Llegó el día en que nos daban los papeles, y para mi sorpresa (y de muchos más) los papeles principales le pertenecían a los más jóvenes. Furiosa porque a mi me habia tocado un mínimo papel, enfrento al director por habermelo dado a mi. El papel era el de Mamá Pomelo. Un personaje inventado para la obra, y que su única función era hacer notar que nada le importaba, que todo era 'rock'. Y su única línea: "ROCK N ROLL, BABY!". Indignada, gritándole al Director, exidiendole que me diera otro personaje, que yo no quería ser mamá, y mucho menos Mamá Pomelo.
Y así fue cómo surgió el chiste de Mamá Pomelo, también conocida como Grapefruit Moma.




Hasta la próxima.
XOXO
Gossip Girl.

Teoría de los hombres con novia (stolen)

La teoría dice: "Todos los hombres con novia son más atractivos cuando están de novios que cuando no lo están. Y cuando cortan una relación, por unas semanas, les queda ese 'olorcito' a novio, y siguen siendo más atractivos que otros."

La teoría concluye en que "A las mujeres les gusta más un chico cuando está de novio."

Gracias Arturo y gracias Shaw. Ellos me enseñaron esta teoría.

Learning To Be Silent.

VI
Swallowing my words
Staring at the floor
Counting little cracks in the tile
Struggling to smile without choking
Learning to be silent
ETHEL
Watching how the dust
Dances out the door
Noticing my hands start to shake
Contemplating taking up smoking
Learning to be silent

VI & ETHEL
Always hearing
ETHEL
"Hush, Ethel!"
VI"Please, Vi!"
VI & ETHEL
"Let's not have this conversation"
ETHEL
And so I stand by
While my mind takes a small vacation
VI & ETHEL
La la la la la la la la

VI
Making little sounds
Other folks ignore
ETHEL
Quieting the beat of my heart
Never being part of the moment
VI & ETHEL
Learning to be silent
VI
Learning there are some topics that we don't even mention
ETHEL
And if they come up, then we try to be vague
VI
There are subjects from which we divert all attention
ETHEL
And some we avoid like the plague

VI & ETHEL
I'm
Becoming a mime
VI
Biting my tongue
ETHEL
Biding my time

VI
Trying not to scream
ETHEL
Managed it before
VI & ETHEL
Knowing if I'm going to survive
Then, dammit
ETHEL
I've got to practice
VI
Practice
VI & ETHEL
Learning hmm hmm hmm





I hope I can get to sing this song, at least! It feels so deep.

PAPABELLL (AKA: Build, de HouseMartins)

Clambering men in big bad boots
Dug up my den, dug up my roots
Treated us like plasticine town
They built us up and knocked us down

From meccano to legoland
Here they come with a brick in their hand
Men with heads filled up with sand

Its build
Its build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
Its build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

Whistling men in yellow vans
They can and drew us diagrams
Showed us how it all worked it out
And wrote it down in case of doubt

Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick
Its wall to wall and brick to brick
They work so fast it makes you sick

Its build
Its build a house where we can stay
Add a new bit everyday
Its build a road for us to cross
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

Its build

Down with sticks and up with bricks
In with boots and up with roots
Its in with suits and new recruits
Its build






Es mas copada la canción si no sabés la letra, creo yo.
jejeje papabellllll everydayayayayayayyyy papabellll laralalala bellll

Avenue Q - It sucks to be me

(...)

BRIAN
When I was littleI thought I would be...
KATE MONSTER
What?
BRIAN
A big comedianon late night TV
But now I'm thirty-two
And as you can see I'm not
KATE MONSTER
Nope!
BRIAN
Oh Well,It sucks to be me.
KATE MONSTER
Nooo.
BRIAN
It sucks to be me.
KATE MONSTER
No!
BRIAN
It sucks to be broke and unemployed and turning thirty-three.It sucks to be me.
KATE MONSTER
Oh, you think your life sucks?
BRIAN
I think so.
KATE MONSTER
Your problems aren't so bad! I'm kinda pretty And pretty damn smart.
BRIAN
You are.
KATE MONSTER
Thanks! I like romantic things Like music and art. And as you know I have a gigantic heart So why don't I have A boyfriend? Fuck! It sucks to be me!
BRIAN
Me too.
KATE MONSTER
It sucks to be me.
BRIAN
It sucks to be me.It sucks to be Brian...
KATE MONSTER
And Kate...
BRIAN
To not have a job!
KATE MONSTER
To not have a date!
BOTH
It sucks to be me.

(...)

ROD
We live together.
NICKY
We're as close As people can get.
ROD
We've been the best of buddies...
NICKY
Ever since the Day we met.
ROD
So he knows lots Of ways to make me
Really upset. Oh, every day is An aggravation.
NICKY
Come on, that's an exaggeration!
ROD
You leave your clothes out.
You put your feet On my chair.
NICKY
Oh yeah? You do such anal
Things like ironing Your underwear.
ROD
You make that very Small apartment We share a hell.
NICKY
So do you, That's why I'm in hell too!
ROD
It sucks to be me!
NICKY
No, it sucks to be me!
KATE MONSTER
It sucks to be me!
BRIAN
It sucks to be me!
ALL
Is there anybody here It doesn't suck to be? It sucks to be me!
CHRISTMAS EVE
Why you all so happy?
NICKY
Becuase our lives suck!
CHRISTMAS EVE
Your lives suck? I hearing you correctly? Ha!
I coming to this country For opportunities.
Tried to work in Korean deli But I am Japanese. But with hard work I earn two Master's Degrees In social work! And now I a therapist! But I have no clients And I have an Unemployed fiance'! And we have lots Of bills to pay! It suck to be me!
It suck to be me!
I say it Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Sucka-Suck!
It suck to be me!

(...)

GARY COLEMAN
Yes I am! I'm Gary Coleman From TV's Diff'rent Strokes
I made a lotta money That got stolen By my folks!
Now I'm broke and I'm the butt Of everyone's jokes,
But I'm here - The Superintendent! On Avenue Q -
ALL
It sucks to be you.
KATE MONSTER
You win!
ALL
It sucks to be you.
BRIAN
I feel better now!
GARY COLEMAN
Try having people stopping you to ask you
"What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?" It gets old.

(...)

TE QUIERO CONMIGO

Te quiero conmigo.
Te quiero conmigo.
Te quiero conmigo para que me mimes.
Te quiero conmigo para que me abraces.
Te quiero conmigo para que me beses.
Te quiero conmigo para que salgamos a pasear, para que vayamos a la plaza.
Te quiero conmigo para ir de la mano juntos.
Te quiero conmigo para que me mires, para poder yo mirarte a vos.
Te quiero conmigo para que me digas cosas lindas, y yo decirtelas a vos.
Te quiero conmigo para que viajemos en tu auto.
Te quiero conmigo.
Te quiero conmigo para ir a comer juntos.
Te quiero conmigo para que hablemos, para que nos conozcamos.
Te quiero conmigo para que me quieras.
Te quiero conmigo, conmigo, te quiero conmigo.

ALLEGRIA

Allegria

Come un lampo di vita

Allegria

Come un pazzo gridar

Allegria

Del delittuoso grido

Bella ruggente pena, seren

Come la rabbia di amar

Allegria

Come un assalto di gioia

Allegria

I see a spark of life shining

Allegria

I hear a young minstrel sing

Allegria

Beautiful roaring scream

Of joy and sorrow, so extreme

There is a love in me raging

Allegria

A joyous, magical feeling

Allegria

Come un lampo di vita

Allegria

Come un pazzo gridar

Allegria

Del delittuoso grido

Bella ruggente pena, seren

Come la rabbia di amar

Allegria

Come un assalto di gioia

Del delittuoso grido

Bella ruggente pena, seren

Come la rabbia di amar

Allegria

Come un assalto di gioia

Alegría

Como la luz de la vida

Alegría

Como un payaso que grita

Alegría

Del estupendo grito

De la tristeza loca Serena

Como la rabia de amar

Alegría

Como un asalto de felicidad

Del estupendo grito

De la tristeza loca Serena

Como la rabia de amar

Alegría

Como un asalto de felicidad

There is a love in me raging

Alegría

A joyous, magical feeling

Somebody to love

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what youre doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just cant get no relief,
Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

(he works hard)

Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say Im goin crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah

Oh lord
Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
Im ok, Im alright
Aint gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday Im gonna be free, lord!

Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

RAE

sensible.
(Del lat. sensibĭlis).

1. adj. Que siente, física y moralmente.
2. adj. Que puede ser conocido por medio de los sentidos.
3. adj. Perceptible, manifiesto, patente al entendimiento.
4. adj. Que causa o mueve sentimientos de pena o de dolor.
5. adj. Dicho de una persona: Que se deja llevar fácilmente del sentimiento.
6. adj. Que cede o responde fácilmente a la acción de ciertos agentes.
7. adj. Mús. Se dice de la séptima nota de la escala diatónica. U. t. c. s. f.

paranoia
(Del gr. παράνοια; de παρά, al lado, contra, y νόος, espíritu).

1. f. Perturbación mental fijada en una idea o en un orden de ideas.

perturbar.
(Del lat. perturbāre).

1. tr. Inmutar, trastornar el orden y concierto, o la quietud y el sosiego de algo o de alguien. U. t. c. prnl.
2. tr. Impedir el orden del discurso a quien va hablando.
3. prnl. Dicho de una persona: Perder el juicio.

bizarro, rra.
(De it. bizzarro, iracundo).

1. adj. valiente (‖ esforzado).
2. adj. Generoso, lucido, espléndido.

enervar.
(Del lat. enervāre).

1. tr. Debilitar, quitar las fuerzas. U. t. c. prnl.
2. tr. Debilitar la fuerza de las razones o argumentos. U. t. c. prnl.
3. tr. Poner nervioso. U. t. c. prnl.

ostentoso, sa.
(Del lat. ostentāre).

1. adj. Magnífico, suntuoso, aparatoso y digno de verse.

soberbia.
(Del lat. superbĭa).

1. f. Altivez y apetito desordenado de ser preferido a otros.
2. f. Satisfacción y envanecimiento por la contemplación de las propias prendas con menosprecio de los demás.
3. f. Especialmente hablando de los edificios, exceso en la magnificencia, suntuosidad o pompa.
4. f. Cólera e ira expresadas con acciones descompuestas o palabras altivas e injuriosas.
5. f. ant. Palabra o acción injuriosa.

narcisismo.

1. m. Manía propia del narciso2.
2. m. Excesiva complacencia en la consideración de las propias facultades u obras.

egocentrismo.
(Del lat. ego, yo, y centro).

1. m. Exagerada exaltación de la propia personalidad, hasta considerarla como centro de la atención y actividad generales.

tímido, da.
(Del lat. timĭdus).

1. adj. Temeroso, medroso, encogido y corto de ánimo. U. t. c. s.

sensible.
(Del lat. sensibĭlis).

1. adj. Que siente, física y moralmente.
2. adj. Que puede ser conocido por medio de los sentidos.
3. adj. Perceptible, manifiesto, patente al entendimiento.
4. adj. Que causa o mueve sentimientos de pena o de dolor.
5. adj. Dicho de una persona: Que se deja llevar fácilmente del sentimiento.
6. adj. Que cede o responde fácilmente a la acción de ciertos agentes.
7. adj. Mús. Se dice de la séptima nota de la escala diatónica. U. t. c. s. f.

enamorado, da.
(Del part. de enamorar).

1. adj. Que tiene amor. U. t. c. s.
2. adj. enamoradizo.
3. adj. Muy aficionado a algo. U. t. c. s.

adicción.
(Del lat. addictĭo, -ōnis).

1. f. Hábito de quien se deja dominar por el uso de alguna o algunas drogas tóxicas, o por la afición desmedida a ciertos juegos.
2. f. desus. Asignación, entrega, adhesión.



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Mercedes Benz

Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz

My friends all drive porsches, I must make amends

Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends

So oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz

Oh lord won't you buy me a color TV

Dialing for dollars is trying to find me

I wait for delivery each day until 3

So oh lord won't you buy me a color TV

Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town

I'm counting on you lord, please don't let me down

Prove that you love me and buy the next round

Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town.

Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz

My friends all drive porsches, I must make amends

Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends

So oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz

Also find me somebody to love!

She believed that people only liked her because she was innocent, she looked innocent. But when she lost all that kind of innocence -maybe when she got tired of everyone treating her like a little girl- people stopped liking her, and instead, started to hate her.

She loved being loved by the rest; she loved being childish, and people loving her because of that. But at the same time she hated it. She was more than a child. In fact, she a was very grown up girl.

At one point, she didn't know how to be. If she was innocent (which was not very difficult for her), then people would treat her like a stupid girl. But if she lost all that innocence, and tried to be more like a woman (and almost a mean woman, like the rest of the people), then they would stop liking her.

So she wondered wether to be or not to be. That was the question, indeed.

Voy a confesar que no sé usar muy bien este blog. Y también voy a confesar que me gustaría poder escribir muchas otras cosas pero no me animo no sé por qué.
De todas formas, lo que me imagino que escribo, nunca queda escrito, y si empiezo a escribirlo, nunca lo termino porque me da fiaca. Punto.
Y repito: siento que este blog es algo así como para escritores frustrados, o buenos escritores que nunca llegan a componer una novela. Pues, yo no pertenezco a ninguno, quizás escritora frustrada, pero escritora porque me gusta escribir pavadas, no novelas, y frustrada pues... porque me frustra no poder escribir ni siquiera una pavada.


Anyway, I feel like dancing all the time, but not dancing en un boliche, sino dancing una coreografía. No sé qué me pasa; creo que es la falta de teatro (pero comedia musical).


Pronto, en mi blog: Tulsa, el musical.

me quiero volver chango!

existen varias razones por las cuales una persona como yo querria volverse chango. pero, yo creo que sufro de memoria a corto plazo, por ende, si pienso algo, al ratito ya no lo recuerdo. ponele, esa es una razon para querer volverme chango. tengo unos pobres gigabytes de memoria.
otra razon podria ser mi poca capacidad de almacenamiento de energia. es decir, no puedo almacenar la energia que obtengo de la comida por mucho tiempo. yo creo que si me perdiera por muchos dias en el campo (o en el desierto, en su defecto) verdaderamente, moriria de hambre. pero no a los 10 dias, sino a los... 3 dias!!! es increible lo poco que aguanto sin comer. es por eso que me quiero volver chango, porque ni en mis sueños puedo hacer dieta.
y hablando de sueños, y aplica a mis kb de memoria para los sueños, changos! ni eso puedo recordar. apenas me despierto, recuerdo unas cositas, pero a los 10 minutos de haberme despertado, ya me olvide de todo. y a veces son tan lindos los sueños que uno desearia poder recordarlos forever and ever.
otra razon para volverme chango, y aplica a mi poca capacidad de almacenar energia y todo eso, es que jamas podria estar a dieta. ni siquiera si me lo propongo. aunque quizas todavia no me lo propuse en serio. soy un poco floja con eso. creo que cuando tenga hijos, si alguna vez los tengo, van a ser muy malcriados, si es que puedo malcriarlos. seriamente, repito, no puedo estar mas de 2 horas sin comer algo.
y la verdad, yo se que estoy repetitiva, pero me encantaria tener el don de la escritura, o por lo menos escribir bien, y que de gusto leerme, pero como tengo poca imaginacion, poco vocabulario, y poca memoria, me es un poco dificil. asi que ahi te va otra razon para que yo me quiera volver chango. y hay muchas mas razones, por eso lo digo. pero como ya no las recuerdo... no puedo seguir.

quizas nos volveremos a ver en otro de mis capitulos de las notas de marinella.?

pd: ya se, si me leiste, te puso loco/a que no pusiera ni mayusculas ni tildes. ni tampoco una buena puntuacion. yo tengo una teoria sobre eso. a mi me pone bastante nerviosa.

Why can't my life be a musical?

I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun

And I'll look back on Venus, I'll look back on Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time And in time We will all be stars

I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the earth

And I'll serenade Venus I'll serenade Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time And in time We will all be stars

We are the emperors now And we are the czars
And in time And in time We will all be stars

I sing the body Electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion (my own reunion)
When I become one with the stars
And I'll Look back on Venus (I'll look back on vanity) I'll look back on Mars (Ill at this path)
I'll burn with the fire (burn) Of 10 million stars (fire inside)
And in time (And in time) And in time And in time (and in time) And in time And in time (and in time) And in time
WE WILL ALL BE STARS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7acuzKu7ag&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrdJnVtJy7w&feature=related.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oL71f_KMGw&feature=related