jueves, 26 de junio de 2014

Lo contrario del amor no es el odio, sino la indiferencia.
"Tenemos que tomar distancia, aunque sea por un tiempo - le dijo a su mujer - Vamos a terminar odiándonos y yo no quiero odiarte."





No resultó, por supuesto.









El amor es muy puto - Jorge Fernández Díaz
Me envenenaste el silencio, se fue mi aire detrás de ti, me arrebataste hasta el suelo... tiraste y me rompí. Y fue una bomba de tiempo todo el dolor que dejaste aquí, pero después del incendio de nuevo quieres derrumbar lo que quedó de mi. Tú decidiste dejarme, tú disparaste primero... ni se te ocurra acercarte, no te perdono ni quiero nada más de ti, y aunque tu recuerdo arde no voy a caer otra vez, llegaste tarde. Y no es cuestión de egoísmo, no es tan fácil dejarte ir. Quieres que juegue a lo mismo: correr detrás de ti. Te quise y no me arrepiento porque me llevo lo que aprendí. A veces ganas perdiendo y no hay manera de fallar si das como te di. Tú decidiste dejarme, tú disparaste primero... ni se te ocurra acercarte, no te perdono ni quiero nada más de ti, y aunque tu recuerdo arde no voy a caer otra vez, llegaste tarde. Al final la vida pone a cada quien en su lugar... esto es lo que pasa cuando tratas de tocar el fuego.
Es hermoso sentir totalmente The diary of me antes de que algo empiece. Desmotiva no poder sentirlo a medida que todo avanza y transcurre… a pesar de eso, sentir Crazier y Ours es reconfortable. Pero a esta altura, en la que debería sentir Mine, no hago más que vivir en White horse, You’re not sorry y Tell me why.

Lost your mind trying to get it back
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by your dark twisted games when I loved you so? I should've known. You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry.

domingo, 22 de junio de 2014



La mujer perdona las infidelidades, pero no las olvida.

El hombre olvida las infidelidades, pero no las perdona.
Todas las mañanas me despierto y lo primero que quiero hacer es ver su cara.
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, how we met and the sparks flew instantly. And people would say they're the lucky ones. I used to know my place was a spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat ‘cause lately I don't even know what page you're on. Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout, so many things that I wish you knew, so many walls up that I can't break through. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking, and I'm dyin' to know is it killing you like it's killing me? I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down, and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
Next chapter.
How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy, and you're doing your best to avoid me. I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us, of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here, but you held your pride like you should held me. I'm scared to see the ending, why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how. I've never heard silence quite this loud. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking, and I'm dyin' to know is it killing you like it's killing me? I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down, and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side. The battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down If you say you'd rather love than fight. So many things that you wish I knew, but the story of us might be ending soon. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking, and I'm dyin' to know is it killing you like it's killing me? I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down, and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, cause we're going down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. The end.
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