Los espejos...

Siempre han mostrado aquello que muchas veces nos empeñamos en ocultar...
Pero... ¿porque huirlos?

sábado, 24 de octubre de 2015

Las casualidades no existen...
Hello from the other side...


Hello, it's me, I was wondering
If after all these years you'd like to meet to go over everything
They say that time's supposed to heal, yeah
But I ain't done much healing

Hello, can you hear me?
I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet

There's such a difference between us
And a million miles






Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry, for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore

Hello, how are you?
It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry
I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

It's no secret
That the both of us are running out of time

So hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry, for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore

Ooh, anymore
Ooh, anymore
Ooh, anymore
Anymore...

Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry, for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore

miércoles, 21 de octubre de 2015

Te pienso tanto...

                    ...Que al final de cada día te odio

lunes, 12 de octubre de 2015

Cuando nada tiene sentido, cuando no sabes procesar las palabras que escuchas. Cuando no sabes procesar ni las que pasan por tu cabeza.

Sólo ese ansia por romper todo o romperte tu.

Cuando sólo puedes mirar como algo se rompe, cuando ves las cosas caer a tu alrededor. Cuando ves que tu misma caes sin remedio y nada te sujeta, no hay nadie.

Sólo ese sentimiento te acompaña para oscurecer todo.

Cuando sientes que algo se acaba y la desesperanza barre con todo, pero solo te deja las ganas de reir, porque las de llorar ya las has agotado...
Cuando la desesperanza barre con todo y sólo te queda ese ansia por romperte.
La sensación de que el tiempo se acaba... de que algo llega. La desazón de una cuenta atrás...