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Té para tres

Las tazas sobre el mantel,
la lluvia derramada.
Un poco de miel...
Un poco de miel
no basta.

El eclipse no fue parcial
y cegó nuestras miradas.
Te vi que llorabas,
te vi que llorabas por él.

Té para tres.

Un sorbo de distracción,
buscando descifrarnos.
No hay nada mejor,
no hay nada mejor
que casa.

Té para tres.

Tea for three.

The cups on the tablecloth,
the rain spilled.
A little of honey...
A little of honey
is not enough.

The eclipse was not partial
and it blinded our looks.
I saw you crying,
I saw you crying
for him.

Tea for three.

A sip of distraction,
seeking to decipher ourselves.
There's nothing better,
there's nothing better
than home.

Tea for three.

Refugees

Quiero un poco de paz

I want some peace

Standing in the hallway

You showed me your back

and your hair

and I just couldn't

stop the beating of my heart.

You showed me your smile

and your voice,

and I couldn't do otherwise

but fall in love.

I gave you my soul,

but you said no.

I gave you all,

but you said no.

What's left in this world?

If not to be loved,

what's the next step in the way?

if not die, then run away.

It is impossible for me though,

because I can't live without you,

because my life is nothing

if you don't love me.

This is just the origin

of the end.

For your endless rejection

I blame myself.

You won't feel me leaving,

it will be as if I didn't exist,

and you won't realize

that once I was by your side.

Not even a goodbye,

or a wink tonight;

just avoiding,

so you will say nothing.

Even a word

could stop me going,

but you stay silent,

staring while standing.

I decided not to lose myself,

wasting my time on someone

who does not care

of what's around her.

Click to enlarge. "Just one path", photo property of this blog's owner. Córdoba, Argentina.

En un rincón del museo

No sé si es tu sonrisa

la que me hace volar

o son tus ojos

los que no me dejan pensar

en otra cosa que no sea

tu mirada profunda,

tu marca personal.

La luz del sol

ilumina la curvatura de tus labios

y tus ojos entornados,

encendidos por un pensamiento,

transmiten un mar de sentimientos.

Y aunque tú me miras

yo no veo en ese rostro

la magia de Cupido

que impunemente me ha herido.

Ese tirano tiene en su puño

mi corazón aplastado,

el que había perdido.

Me hizo creer

que de amor

yo podía vivir,

que todo sería mejor

estando tú aquí.

Si mil vidas

yo tuviera para dedicarte,

ninguna valdría

tanto como la que dejo

por este amor incierto

en un rincón del museo

perdido en el tiempo.

No sé si hay otro fin posible,

para esta tragedia que me envuelve

en un paño de lágrimas

antes de despedirme.

Ojalá, yo pudiera decirte.

Atardecer en Córdoba, Argentina. Foto propiedad de la autora del blog. Click para expandir. 

Ours

The sky is falling down on me
I don't care
what the sphere-shaped planet means,
nor what they say.

It's just like fire
the way I feel,
when I meet your eyes,
it is my heart what you steal.

I don't want to sleep,
because I would have to dream
about this little world
where you don't know me.

I would take you in my arms
and towards a shelter we would run,
there, under the dome
before they detonate the bomb.

Please do not walk away
do not turn your back on me.
There will be a day
when the world will be only...
ours.

Poor quality, hasty written, terribly structured poem. But something, though.

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Arms - Christina Perri

Arms. Just that...

No les entraba tanto amor

And who's that in the pic?

That would be me...

My God... You're beautiful

Se sentaban en el pasto, y tanto amor...

No les entraba en el corazón.

No les entraba tanto amor.

Ella usaba a veces una cruz,

y sin embargo se cruzaba a veces.

He intentado aprender y significar...

El modo en que se besaban...

Hermosos de sexys se miraban...

No les entraba tanto amor.

Se reían de fruta y eran de mentol;

flotaban orgasmos bajo el sol,

condición que no cambiaba el diluviar.

Dibujaban el cielo con crayón,

y sin embargo se rayaban a veces.

No duraba mucho ese bajón,

no les entraba tanto amor...

Con una inyección de libertad,

detienen el pulso universal

el amor era aquello que no les faltaba...

Encendieron apenas una luz,

que sin embargo brillará en la eternidad

para aquellos que bebemos soledad,

sólo espero que nos puedan contagiar... 

Quizás.

(Tanto Amor - Massacre)

Breakfast - EMA

I can't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop

I can't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop, I won't stop
I can't stop

Mama's in the bedroom, don't you stop
Mama's in the bedroom, don't you stop
Mama's in the bedroom, don't you stop
Mama's in the bedroom, don't you... stop

Mama's in the bedroom, don't you stop
Mama's in the bedroom, don't you stop
Mama's in the bedroom, don't you stop
Mama's in the bedroom, don't you... stop

A little picture and a piece of cloth
You can't be there when it comes right off
A little picture and a piece of cloth
You can't be there when it comes right off

Big fat breakfast
Big fat bluebird
Big fat breakfast
Big fat bluebird

You feel just like a breeze to me
(You feel)
Just like a breeze to me
(You feel)
Just like a breeze to me
(You feel)
Just like a breeze to me
Just like a breeze to me
Just like a breeze to me
Just like a breeze to me

...

Dreams

There's no goal I can't reach. There's no dream I can't make happen. There's no goal I can't reach, there's no dream I can't make happen...

Girlfriend?

De repente, abrió la puerta y corrió hacia mí. Me abrazó...

-¿Cómo está mi hermosa, mi sueño, mi corazón, mi... Novia?

-¿Novia? -pregunté, asombrada.

-Sí. ¿Te parece?

-Sí... Me parece -sonreí.

Le resultaba tan fácil hacerme feliz.

Suddenly, he opened the door and ran straight at me. He held me...

-How is my beautiful, my dream, my heart, my... Girlfriend?

-Girlfriend? -I asked, astonished.

-Yes. Do you agree?

-Yes... I agree -I put a smile in my face.

It was so easy for him to make me happy...

Brandi Carlile - Before It Breaks

Around here, it's the hardest time of year

Waking up, the days are even gone

The collar of my coat, Lord help me, cannot help the cold

The rain drops sting my eyes, I keep them closed

But I'm feelin' no pain

I'm a little lonely and my quietest friend

Have I the moonlight? Have I let you in?

Say it ain't so, say I'm happy again

Say it's over, say I'm dreaming

Say I'm better than you left me

Say you're sorry, I can take it

Say you'll wait, say you won't

Say you love me, say you don't

I can make my own mistakes

Let it bend before it breaks

I'm alright, don't I seem to be?

Aren't I swinging on the stars? Don't I wear them on my sleeve?

Went looking for a crossroads, it happens every day

And whichever way you turn, I'm gonna turn the other way

Say it's over, say I'm dreaming

Say I'm better than you left me

Say you're sorry, I can take it

Say you'll wait, say you won't

Say you love me, say you don't

I can make my own mistakes

Learn to let it bend before it breaks

Say it's over, say I'm dreaming

Say I'm better than you left me

Say you're sorry, I can take it

Say you'll wait, say you won't

Say you love me, say you don't

I can make my own mistakes

Let it bend before it breaks...

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What a beautiful way to express feelings...

Make a wish

Qué fácil se puede arruinar la vida de una persona muy querida si uno es totalmente ignorante, consciente o inconscientemente. Uno siempre sabe que la ignorancia de los demás puede dañarnos, pero muy difícilmente reconocemos nuestra propia cuota de ignorancia. Siendo egoístas y pretendiendo  imponer los propios planes y sueños a los demás, en especial de padres a hijos, se da el primer paso para matar la ilusión de alguien a quien, presumiblemente, queremos con el corazón.
Dicen "Yo quiero lo mejor para vos". Pero, ¿quién sabe qué es lo mejor? Se acostumbra pensar que lo mejor es "lo normal, lo que hace todo el mundo, lo que a todo el mundo le pasa". Se equivocan, ¡seres egoístas! Acéptenlo, si toda la sociedad se tira por un barranco, yo no voy a hacerlo porque "eso es lo mejor". Aunque la idea de tirarse por un barranco y mezclarse con todas las demás ovejas a veces seduce. ¿Quién dice que lo que todo el mundo dice es lo mejor? Aprendamos a pensar por nosotros mismos, a ponernos en los zapatos de los demás y a tomar decisiones lógicas basadas en los análisis que supimos hacer por nuestra cuenta, en vez de acoplarnos a las voces que se levantan queriendo tapar con gritos lo que no son capaces de aceptar ni comprender, simplemente porque su ignorancia y orgullo no se lo permiten.

Cada uno conoce lo que lo hace feliz, y merece seguirlo a lo largo de su vida. Los demás sólo podemos orientar o sugerir si creemos que los demás se equivocan, o enseñar a distinguir. Pero incluso eso sería ya mucho entrometerse en la vida de los demás. Lo que nos hace felices a nosotros no tiene por qué ser la razón de la felicidad de otras personas, y está bien, porque todos somos diferentes y únicos por nosotros mismos. De hecho, acabo de leer una frase interesante:

"Naciste para ser real, no perfecto. Estás aquí para ser tú, no para vivir la vida de otra persona".

Nada, sólo una reflexión que, desearía, todos entendieran. Pero todos somos diferentes. A algunos nos es fácil comprenderlo, a otros les toma más tiempo. No queda más que esperar y vivir, y también dejar vivir, por los demás y por uno mismo.

You just turned your back on me

Why should always people turn their back on you when you only try to be kind with them? Then they complain because people are rude with them. You care about them, you ask them how are they doing, but they just ignore you. And you try again, keeping your patience. And it doesn't matter for them. So you give up and focus your own life, and then they think that you're not good enough to be their friends and that's why you gave up. Why the fuck don't they disappear of this whole world? Man, I strove to be your friend. You just didn't want to. So now don't come to mourn because I left.

Everyday

Every person you meet is a small battle. A battle of a big war: your life. You come from a battle and you join another one, and that is all. You come from have killed one hundred thousand zombies and you get into a new battle against new beasts, just sometimes with a little of help. You go from war to war and each battle you win is another trophy for your showcase, or a wound for your body and soul. You never rest, because war chases you. I would like to say that people usually win, but the truth is that people usually lose, because when one lose, the other one loses too. It's mutual, so you have to treat people the same way you want to be treated, or both of you will lose the battle and you will win another wound. To despise other persons is not a good way of life, it is not a carreer and it is not a sign of power either. People who despises other people are very weak, they are used to hurt and be hurt. They do not have the strenght to win someone's else respect so they try to make them look inferior. But at the end they will be left alone and no one will want to worry about them. Do you want to win the war? Then win the battles. How shall you win the battles? Be a better person. Everyday.

Ali Larter and Milla Jovovich in the film Resident Evil 4.

Make it yourself

Make an effort to get the things you want, fight the obstacles and do something to make your soul feel better. Study, learn about something you like; work on something you've never dared; put in order something in your life that was messy; just do something to don't let yourself feel stupid and lazy.

Haga un esfuerzo por conseguir las cosas que quiere, luche contra los obstáculos y haga algo para hacer que su alma se sienta mejor. Estudie, aprenda sobre algo que le guste; trabaje sobre algo a lo que nunca se animó; ordene algo en su vida que estaba desordenado; sólo haga algo para no dejarse a sí mismo sentirse estúpido y vago.

Live your life

Live your life. Stop caring about anyone. Don't let anyone bitter your day.

Freaked out

When the whole world is what you're scared of, you just have no escape. So you have to be strong, despite sometimes you don't feel like that, and face the real and terrifying life. 

What about sleep? Nothing, someday you'll have to wake up. 

What about music? It often helps, but not enough if your body can't disappear.

Destiny

You handle the threads of your own destiny.

Tú manejas los hilos de tu propio destino.

Gimnasta olímpica polaca Joanna Mitrosz

Like a glass bubble

El mundo está lleno de gente indiferente. Gente egoísta, que piensa en sí misma y en su propio entretenimiento, y que cree que la vida y la dignidad de los demás no tiene ningún valor. Se creen estrellas y le dan a uno una milésima parte de su tiempo como si estuvieran regalando un tesoro. Hablan parados sobre una tarima y jamás muestran interés por nada que no sean sus propios logros y éxitos, cual si fuesen reyes. O políticos. No tienen derecho a tratar a los demás como un adorno del living, ni de mentir a las personas con sonrisas y falsas cortesías que tarde o temprano terminan dañando más de lo que amenizan. Y sin embargo ahí están, esa plaga de seres vacíos, sin contenido, que se elevan a sí mismos para no sentirse inferiores a los demás, a quienes les importa más no verse despeinados que el dolor ajeno. Ejecutan grandes hazañas: cuando uno les habla o les pregunta sobre algo que no les gusta, por la gran peripecia se dan la vuelta y le dan a uno la espalda. Como si uno no mereciera su atención, aún siendo lo más respetuosos posible. Qué lástima me dan aquellos que sólo saben conversar acerca de chismes baratos, que no saben apreciar una frase célebre largada al vuelo o que infravaloran el esfuerzo que uno hace por que ellos se sientan bien, que se dirigen a uno de la misma manera en que un adulto le habla a un niño que no entiende la vida. Pobre de ellos, que son quienes no entienden la vida, quienes no valoran las pequeñas alegrías de su existencia y quienes tarde o temprano se sienten como son: vacíos y sin contenido, personas sin principios ni límites y sin la madurez para apreciar lo que tienen. Cuando uno aprende la lección y deja de confortarlos, se ofenden. Pero que se ofendan y formen fila para tirarse del Brooklyn, que a mí ya no me va a importar cómo se sientan. Si les resbaló la voluntad que puse para animarlos, también les puede resbalar la poca energía que voy a tener que gastar en no verles ni la figura. Y luego otros tantos me preguntan por qué no me gusta la gente, por qué soy un bicho solitario y silencioso. Es evidente. Y más evidente es... Que nadie valora lo que tiene.

Spontaneous

"...to me, you're strange and you're beautiful; you'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see; you turn every head but you don't see me..."

Strange And Beautiful - Aqualung

"...You can't take everything I have. You can't break everything I am. Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper. Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground... Like a Skyscraper..."

Skycraper - Demi Lovato

"...Who said I Can't wear my Converse with my dress? Oh, baby, that's just me![...]Tell me, do you feel the way I feel? 'Cause nothing else is real in the la la land machine..."

La La land - Demi Lovato

"...Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream, I'm trying no to think about you, can't you just let me be? So long my luckless romance, my back is turn on you... Should I've known you'd bring me heartache? Almost lovers always do..."

Almost Lovers - A Fine Frenzy

"...My hand searches for your hand in a dark room, I can't find you, help me, are you looking for me?..."

Need - Hanna Pestle

"...Take for the falling rain a hat. Find another story to be told to your ears at night..."

A Hat - Russian Red

"...She's not coming home tonight, she says she's left forever, and you're staying in the house where she's going to live forever... And the memory is cruel, it reminds there's no one new. Time is nothing but a life if she's not coming home tonight. And your sleep will never be as good as it used to be, when the one you love is gone, oh when the one you love is gone..."

The Memory Is Cruel - Russian Red

"...Give me a beer, and I'll kiss you so foolishly, like you do when you lie, when you're not in my thoughts, like you do when you lie and I know it's not my imagination... Loving strangers, loving strangers, loving strangers..."

Loving Strangers - Russian Red

"...Faith gone from your eyes, each word that flies straight to the heart and I know, watching you go, there ain't no easy way to cry..."

Easy Way To Cry - David Gray

What do you think when you hear a really important phrase in a song? I've thought that I had to share those important phrases. So here they are.