OLVIDO...

El tiempo siempre se encarga
de hacernos olvidar
aquello que no queremos recordar.

Aunque, a veces, es cruel
y nos borra, incluso, los buenos recuerdos...

CLAP CLAP

Sordo sonido que envuelve mis manos,
cuando intiman y se abrazan.

Quiero tener un buen motivo,
para hacerlas intimar de nuevo.

TEARS DON'T FALL (Bullet For My Valentine)

Lets go!

With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?

There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home

Oh! Yeah!

This battered room I've seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I'm choking
Will this ever end I'm hoping
My world is over one more time

Lets go

Would she hear me if i called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?

There's always something to be going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?

Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall
They crash around me
Her conscience calls the guilty to come HOME!

MEMORIAS Y UNA TAZA DE CAFÉ

Últimamente, he estado en un constante "tira y afloja", conmigo misma.
Avanzo un paso... para luego, retroceder dos.

Miro en todas direcciones, e -incluso en mi interior- ya nada me parece igual que ayer.
Por momentos pienso que acabo de despertar, dentro de un mundo llamado realidad.
Y que todo lo pasado, no es más que una parte de mis sueños de niña.


¡Lástima!
Me encantaban aquellos sueños. Al menos, en ellos me conocía bien.
Ahora... no sé. Creo que tengo que empezar de cero.
Y miro hacia adelante y hay tanto por recorrer... que hasta me da un poco de flojera.
Tooooodo de nuevo.

Redescubrir el mundo.
Tal vez es sólo eso.
Retomar el camino.

Aunque aún no descifro en que instante me caí para el lado.
Y en que instante comenzó a parecerme todo, tan ajeno y extraño a mí.

Creo que necesito un café...

VOLVER

Quiero volver a mi niñez.
Y poder mirar el mundo con otros ojos.

Con ojos de niña,
Y mente de niña.

Y corazón de niña...