La Tormenta de Arena

Te he perdido entre la gente,
te he adorado y te he odiado,
y en el fondo sabes bien
que en los peores momentos
llevas dentro un ángel negro
que nos hunden a los dos.

Y cuando llega el nuevo día
me juras que cambiarías y
pero vuelves a caer.
Te dolerá todo el cuerpo,
me buscarás en el infierno
porque soy igual que tu.

Todo lo que siento por ti
solo podría decirlo así.
Todo lo que siento por ti
solo sabría decirlo así.

Para viajar a otros planetas
por corrientes circulares
te di una cápsula especial.
Pero ahora tu cabeza
es una tormenta de arena
y cada noche una espiral.

Y cuando llega el nuevo día
me juras que cambiarías y
pero vuelves a caer.
Te dolerá todo el cuerpo,
me buscarás en el infierno
porque soy igual que tu.

Todo lo que siento por ti
solo podría decirlo así.
Todo lo que siento por ti
solo sabría decirlo así.

Todo lo que siento por ti
solo podría decirlo así.
Todo lo que siento por ti
solo sabría decirlo así.

Todo lo que siento por ti
solo podría decirlo así.
Todo lo que siento por ti
solo sabría decirlo así.

Relax, entertainment.

Well, here we are again. So much time, isn't it? Life changes a lot, time disappears and you grow older and older. But life doesn't change, It's always the same shit, day after day, night after night. You can only do one thing: smile. To make it lighter. Relax, entertainment.
The same road, the same paths, always the same. Why does not anyone appear to start all again? It would be very grateful. What more could I say? I think that nothing, because nobody listens to me, sometimes. My time is ending and I don't have much more to say. Bye.

Cartas de un Anónimo.

Y al cerrarse, de mi ojo cayó una lagrima, como una gota que anuncia una tormenta. No lloraba por conocimiento, ya que no sabia realmente lo que acababa de ocurrir. Lloraba por instinto, y aquella primera lágrima no dolió ni la mitad de las que sucederían.
Hoy, escribo con la satisfacción de contar tales hechos en verbos pasados. Escribo con el dolor que me produce saber que todo lo que escribo es verdad. Escribo una pequeña parte de lo que pienso. Escribo y sé que escribo para mi mismo, que ya nada importa.
De hecho, a veces me pregunto a mi mismo si alguna vez te importé. Pero al imaginar la respuesta negativa, dejo de pensar en esa posibilidad, ya que la herida que ahora sana poco a poco mientras escribo volvería a abrirse de mucho.
Y, mientra escribo, escucho nuestra canciones y entiendo cada vez un poco menos nada. Cuanto menos entiendo, más me doy cuenta de que estás lejos, no sólo fisicamente.
Poco a poco para de llover. Todo vuelve a ser como era antes de que llegaras e hicieras que el tiempo de mi habitación fuera tan irregular. "Las nubes se van, pero el Sol no regresa"

Maybe

Leave all? Maybe. I'm seriously thinking about it. Why, would you ask. Because I don't see any progress, it seems that all my actions doesn't show any visible change in nothing. Even sometimes it leeds to bad times... So now I'm really thinking about getting ride of everything, or not. Who knows? Me no, for sure.

News.

Bad news coming in the mail. There's a new man on the city. Unexpected? Do think so. But, what can I do to change that? Nothing. Still doing what I'm used to do and live my life. Seems to be easy, but it doesn't. I will do my best, but I can only wait for my opportunity. Stay strong, war doesn't end until the last battle.

Time.

I have to wait. Yes, I know it. It is not easy but I think I can do it. But, if I lost the hope I could just look at that words that make me so happy yesterday. Words that I never expected to read from anyone, because I didn't think they see this like thatt. Those words give me forces to continue even if it seems to be imposible. I will never forget them, thank you so much. I will help you in all what you ask, there is no doubt. "They were made one for each other".

Why?

Why? Why things doesn't go like I want? Why there are times that it seems to be ok but it doesn't end well. I think I do things to deserve it. But, who or what decides this things? Do I believe in Destiny? I do thing so, so I can only wait until the goos one appears. But is't not so simple waiting and I'm fed up of waiting. I want it now. And now I ask myself: What can I do more? If with all the things that I do it doesn't happen I don't know what I have to do more. But I won't, no, I can't stop. It in my veins, it's my personality, I can't be like others.

#MartesMusical

Pues aqui estamos otroa vez con el #MartesMusical. Hoy, os traigo un grupo a petición popular ;)

In Too Deep

 

Hoy os traigo a Sum 41, un grupoque seguro que muchos conocereias, pero me lo ha pedido una gran fan jajajajaja. En concreto, de las dos que he escuchado (Sí, matadme) esta es la que mas me gusta, tengo como asignatura pendiente esuchar mas, lo sé. Ahi la teneis:

 

The faster we're falling,
We're stopping and stalling.
We're running in circles again
Just as things were looking up
You said it wasn't good enough.
But still we're trying one more time.

Maybe we're just trying too hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far

Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under.

Seems like each time
I'm with you I lose my mind,
Because I'm bending over backwards to relate.
It's one thing to complain
But when you're driving me insane
Well then I think it's time that we took a break.

Maybe we're just trying too hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/sum+41/in+too+deep_20133567.html ]
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under.
Instead of going under.

I can't sit back and wonder why.
It took so long for this to die.
And I hate it when you fake it.
You can't hide it you might as well embrace it.
So believe me it's not easy.
It seems that something's telling me,

I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under.
Instead of going under.

Instead of going under again.
Instead of going under.
Instead of going under again.
Instead of going under again.

 



#MartesMusical

Puff, cada dia mas tarde, voy a acabar haciéndolos los dos seguidos jajajajajaja. Hoy, otro nuevo grupo:

Pumped Up Kicks

 

Otro de los grupos que me dio a conocer Ingravidez: Foster the People, A mi  este grupo me llama mucho la atención y me recuerda a Supersubmarina pero en ingles. Ahi lo teneis:

 

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid

Yeah he found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet in a box of fun things
And i don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late
And he's bring me a surprise
Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire you must have lost your wits yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

 

 



Only you.

Hazme rabiar hasta que no pueda evitar besarte. Haz eso que sabes que me encanta que hagas. Sonríe de esa forma que hace que me vuelva loco. Crea en mí esa sensación de felicidad máxima con sólo un guiño acompañado de un beso al aire. Hazme llorar, pero de risa. Quiéreme pero de una forma que nadie entienda, que sólo tú y yo podamos saber con simples miradas. Cuando me ponga pesado, dame la razón como a los tontos y haz que me enfade. Cuando quiera irme no me dejes. Cuando me hunda, recógeme pero nunca te hundas conmigo.