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.