miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011

Well baby I surrender to the strawberry ice cream.

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions. Let's go back to the start. Runnin' in circles, comin’ up tails, heads on the science apart. Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. Take me back to the start. I was just guessing the numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, when I rush to the start".
Coldplay

martes, 12 de julio de 2011

It's just another rainy (sunday) afternoon...

"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards,one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? 6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing. Do you know that there’s still a chance for you, ‘cause there’s a spark in you. You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine, just own the night like the 4th of July.
‘Cause baby you’re a firework. Come on, show ‘em what you’re worth. Make ‘em go “Oh, oh, oh” as you shoot across the sky. Come on, let your colors burst. You’re gonna leave ‘em falling down.
You don’t have to feel like a waste of space, you’re original, cannot be replaced. If you only knew what the future holds... After a hurricane comes a rainbow. Maybe you're the reason why all the doors are closed. So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road. Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow. And when it’s time you’ll know... Boom, boom, boom, even brighter than the moon, it’s always been inside of you...



And now it’s time to let it through".
Katy Perry.

domingo, 10 de julio de 2011

Voy buscando en la basura unos labios que me digan: "Esta noche quédate".

-Por favor, dime la verdad.
-No cambiará nada, cariño.
-¿Cómo puedes decir eso?
-Porque lo sé. ¿Crees que la verdad es como una gran bola brillante de pureza? Entonces adelante e inténtalo. Sé sincera, a ver a dónde te lleva. Contándole la verdad a la persona equivocada en el momento equivocado es como acabé donde estoy. Hazme caso, siempre te irá mejor con una buena mentira.
Pretty Little Liars.

domingo, 3 de julio de 2011

Bala perdida.


"Con mis canciones para aquí, con mis canciones para allá,  pasa deprisa la vida. Con la mujer que se fue, con la mujer que vendrá. Voy cerrando mis heridas.

Vivo más de noche que de día,

sueño más despierto que dormido,
bebo más de lo que debería,
los domingos me suelo jurar que cambiaré de vida.

Un día vi que cantar era la forma ideal de dar portazo a las dudas. No me importa el qué dirán, me importan los de verdad, los que comparten mis días. Pagué mis deudas con canciones y mis errores con despedidas. El corazón me pide vacaciones dice que

no aguanta más mentiras".
La Fuga.