domingo, 15 de mayo de 2011

Melody for Melody. (Or somebody else on my case...)

I feel I shouldn’t need to tell you that just ’cause you can do what you want It doesn’t mean that you should. And just because the law tells us we’re grown ups now It doesn’t mean you should allow yourself to act without thinking harder first.
And I’m not saying I’m better than you, in so many ways you are superior to me. No, I’m just saying that I’m learning from you and learning from your mistakes saves them from happening to me.
All I want is to be honest with you and say that just because I’m not involved doesn’t mean I’m not affected. I tend to stay out, but I can’t help but rue because I know you’ve got your head on and it’s just not what I expected. And I would give up my sight to know love like the love you have at home.

I know you’re smart at least to make up nice and quickly but I’m unsure about what’s really going on in 45D. I’ll just sit back and relax, I’ll try to sleep, and ponder every word you might be saying and decide if I agree with the points about love, that you’re making in my head.
Should I judge you, or use it to analyse myself instead? Are you even talking about what I’ve guessed or should I plug myself back in and try and get some rest?
All I try is to be honest with you, I’ll say that you’re a friend and without us there’d be a lot less here of me. But I’m unsure if we share the same view, I’ve told you what I’m thinking but you’re yet to tell me if we agree.
And all I want is a boy who will love me, like she loves you.
This is my melody for Melody. I’d already forgiven you completely. Please don’t regret what you did today.
This is my melody for melody, thanks for awkwardly hugging me so sweetly and thanks for making my holiday.

martes, 10 de mayo de 2011

Vamo' a portarnos mal.

Suban el telón abran las cortinas, enciendan las turbinas con nitroglicerina. El desorden es tu penicilina, brincando curas los dolores sin aspirina.
Vamos a provocar un corto circuito antes de que en el 2012 caiga un meteorito.
A portarnos mal, a cometer delitos, a comernos a caperucita con los tres cerditos. Esto no se trata de rebeldía, esto se trata de ser indisciplinado por un día.
Los incomprendidos del nuevo testamento tenemos nuestras reglas, nuestros propios mandamientos. Como no comprenden nuestro comportamiento a todos los psicólogos les damos tratamiento.
Pa' romper con la rutina repetitiva, que el sol salga de noche y que llueva para arriba.
Nos quieren controlar como a control remoto, pero la autoridad no puede con nosotros.
Nos gusta el desorden, rompemos con las reglas, somos indisciplinados todos los malcriados.Vamo' a portarnos mal! Mal, como un niño con su resortera. Mal, como novia en despedida de soltera. Vamos a portarnos mal pero con dignidad. Vamos a hacer que Susan Boyle pierda su virginidad.
Somos diferentes, nada de lo que se espera, como una naranja con sabor a pera. No somos clones, no somos imitaciones, hoy vinimo a hacer lo que no se supone.
Contar un cuento sin narrativa, virar el cielo patas para arriba. Como los árabes que escriben al revés, camina con las manos, saluda con los pies.
Con el pie izquierdo, empieza el día, levanta tu cerveza, a brindar por la anarquía.
Defiende tu derecho de hacer lo que no has hecho.
Como cuando te apuntan con una pistola, la gente con las manos arriba que suban solas!

lunes, 9 de mayo de 2011

Doctor what?

My friend thinks that I'm a nutter, my parents say that I'm an utter fool for wasting my time on this. But I'm not chasing my imagination I just can't help avoid my fixation, 'cause I know that he really exists.
But if you look through time than you will find so many artifacts have been signed with clues all pointing his way, and though he may have different faces I think its him in all the cases.
The man is an enigma who knows there he is today.
Just have a look at what I've found and see, am I going crazy or is he following me? You can find his legacy sketched throughout, though the history books aways tend to leave him out.
He takes danger with him everywhere he goes so if he does show up then we'll know that's that somethings not right.
But I just can't help to think I would make a good companion by his side, I'm pretty bright, aways polite, oh Doctor, take me up tonight!
I know that I should get a grip, but I need to see inside his ship, and have him take me everywhere he's gone. Or at least I'd like to meet the guy, to shake his hand then say goodbye and thank him for all he's done.
You can't deny that aliens must be real. Well, is it that hard to believe that some look like us? Well, I know its just all speculation but I feel I must try to trust him what I feel.

I know that i must seem like some kind of neanderthal while your a flying cosmic genius and know it all. I'm just an insect, there's nothing I can do. How could I expect that I would ever meet you?!

He's called the Doctor. But Doctor what? I think he's a martian though I know that that's a longshot.
Doctor. But Doctor when? I'll check back to prehistoric times and there he is again.
Well, that's the Doctor. But Doctor how? He saves the planet all the time but never stops to bow.
Oh Mr. Doctor. But Doctor Who? And most importantly Doctor, how can I find you?

sábado, 7 de mayo de 2011

viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011

Volvamos!

Ese movimiento que tenía la población antes de la Dictadura. Ahí hay que volver.
A movilizar a las masas, a la actuacion politica, a los colegios como parte importante del pueblo, a los estudiantes interesados por la politica! Levantando carteles en marchas, pidiendo por sus derechos.
Ahí hay que volver!

lunes, 2 de mayo de 2011

4 Real.

If I show you, get to know you, if I hold you just for today I’m not gonna wanna let go, I’m not gonna wanna go home. Tell me you feel the same.
And I just wanted you to know I don’t wanna look back 'cause I know that we have something the past could never change. And I’m stuck in the moment, and my heart is open. Tell me that you feel the same.
Hold me down, hold me now. I’m safe, I’m sound when you’re around.
‘Cause I’m for real, are you for real? I can’t help myself, It’s the way I feel. 
When you look me in the eyes like you did last night, I can’t stand to hear you say goodbye. Well, it feels so right ‘cause it feels so right just to have you standing by my side.
So don’t let me go 'cause you have my soul and I just wanted you to know.


2 de Mayooooooooooooooo :D

Hoy es mi cumple!! :D
Muchas gracias a todos los que me saludaron! SON GENIALES <3


domingo, 1 de mayo de 2011

R.I.P. Ernesto Sábato.

Ernesto Sabato (Rojas, Provincia de Buenos Aires, 24 de junio de 1911 - Santos Lugares, 30 de abril de 2011) fue un escritor, ensayista, físico y pintor argentino. Escribió tres novelas: El túnel, Sobre héroes y tumbas y Abaddón el exterminador, e innumerables ensayos sobre la condición humana.


"Yo creo que la verdad es perfecta para las matemáticas, la química, la filosofía, pero no para la vida. En la vida, la ilusión, la imaginación, el deseo, la esperanza cuentan más."