lunes, 30 de septiembre de 2013

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

miércoles, 18 de septiembre de 2013

 Hyperboles aside, there's always something (albeit minor) we can all do.

miércoles, 4 de septiembre de 2013

El viernes pasado Adriana Bolívar dijo que hay una crisis del diálogo y yo le creo. Si de cada cinco mensajes que mando recibo uno solo como respuesta, sin dudas hay un diálogo disfuncional. O un pronunciado desinterés. O simplemente boludeces de mi parte que no ameritan respuesta. Ah, qué bonito, merecer el silencio.
Y así es como nos damos manija.

martes, 3 de septiembre de 2013

Mantra 42

Take a chance,
because you never know how perfect can something turn out to be.