ya mi corazón tiene una gran cicatriz

why? does your love hurts so much?

tell me why

tell me why does your love hurts so much?

tell me why

sabes que me gusta de ti

me gusta la forma en que se arruga tu nariz

cuando me mientes

y me dices que si me quieres

y luego vas con otros

oh baby

sabes que más odio de ti

dices que te gusto luego pasas de mi

ya mi corazón tiene una gran cicatriz

y en vez de dejárselo

un tatuaje en tu nombre, pero

why? does your love hurts so much?

tell me why

tell me why

does your love hurts so much?

tell me why… why?

does your love hurts so much?

tell me why

sabes que me gusta de ti

cierras los ojos cuando dices que si

me vuelvo un loco no respondo por mi

estoy desahuciado y no lo notas

oh baby!

sabes que más odio de ti

me dicen que tu amor ya tiene precio por ahí

estoy hosteleando para estar junto a ti

poner diamantes que iluminen tu noche,

pero...

why does your love hurts so much?

tell me why

tell me why

does your love hurts so much?

tell me why

tell me why

does your love hurts so much?

Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft

"Fidelity"

(Shake it up)

I never loved nobody fully

Always one foot on the ground

And by protecting my heart truly

I got lost in the sounds

I hear in my mind

All these voices

I hear in my mind all these words

I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

It breaks my heart

And suppose I never ever met you

Suppose we never fell in love

Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft

Suppose I never ever saw you

Suppose we never ever called

Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall

Just to break my fall

Just to break my fall

Break my fall

Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better

Gonna get better

Better better better better

Better better better

I never love nobody fully

Always one foot on the ground

And by protecting by heart truly

I got lost

In the sounds

I hear in my mind

All these voices

I hear in my mind all these words

I hear in my mind

All this music

And it breaks my heart

It breaks my heart

I hear in my mind all of these voices

I hear in my mind all of these words

I hear in my mind all of this music

Breaks my

Heart

Breaks my heart

echar de menos

siempre creí que no era de las personas que extrañan, imaginaba que podía estar perfectamente solo y no es que me cueste la soledad, creo que la manejo muy bien. pero últimamente he extrañado a muchas personas, tampoco es que esté triste, es que simplemente me hacen falta. por ejemplo la única muerte cercana a mi hasta ahora es la de mi tío Jesús, se murió justo cuando entré a la universidad y hasta hoy me hace mucha falta, tengo que platicarle tantas cosas, pasar el tiempo con el era simplemente espectacular, nunca paraba de hablar tenía anécdotas geniales. Creo que compartíamos tantas cosas que por eso lo extraño.

desde abril que vivo con mi primo, porque anda por acá estudiando y estas vacaciones se regresó a su tierra y aunque lo vi una parte de las vacaciones, me hace falta, llegar a mi casa y que no esté para platicar un rato, tomarnos unas cheves, escuchar música o ver House es algo que me encanta compartir con el, ha sido una muy grata experiencia compartir estos momentos de mi vida con el y se ha convertido en uno de mis mejores amigos.

otro de mis mejores amigos ya no trabaja conmigo desde finales de noviembre y aunque se que está mejor (desempleado, pero disfrutando tiempo con su hijo) lo extraño por la oficina pero ya el tiempo nos pondrá de nuevo en el mismo camino y ya lo estoy esperando, porque ha sido mi mejor jefe.

y por último, pero no por eso a la que extraño menos, sino todo lo contrario. es alguien que dejé de ver un par de semanas y extrañé como a nadie. afortunadamente hace poco la encontré de nuevo y nos hemos estado viendo con regularidad, aunque eso no me ha ayudado, porque ahora pasan un par de días y la extraño mucho más. siendo realistas creo que tengo un problema que seguro necesita de terapia, pero me vale madre también me gusta esta sensación, me hace sentir y es un gran placer acordarme de ellos.

ahora una rola de dos de mis artistas favoritos:

La peor forma de extrañar a alguien es estar sentado a su lado y saber que nunca lo podrás tener

The only rules you follow are your own

Well its another warm day
In a city of cold hearts
They all just play the part
Of who they are
And I'm here, On my own
Id rather be alone
than try to be someone that I'm not
And you seem like someone
Who could appreciate the fact
That I'm no ordinary man

And its misunderstood
What you've heard about me
I see why you would doubt me but know this
No one has a right
Until they've fought my fight
To understand just where I'm coming from
And its that fight that brought me here today
Exactly as i am
No ordinary man

Well its another warm day
In the city of cold hearts
It ends before it starts in their maze
But you, you're not like that
You know where its at
The only rules you follow are your own
And you seem like someone
Who could appreciate the fact
That I'm no ordinary man

Maybe it's for the best , maybe it's not for anything

Hit Or Miss

The needle on my record player has been wearing thin
This record has been playing since the day you've been with him
No more long rides home
No more of your station
I didn't like it anyways
Remember the time we wrote our names upon the wall
Remember the time we realized "Thriller" was our favorite song

Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long to see you

Maybe it's for the best
Maybe it's not for anything
It wouldn't be so bad to take this right from me
No more long rides home
No more of your station
I didn't like it anyway
Remember the time we wrote our names upon the wall
Remember the time we realized "Thriller" was our favorite song

Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I waited too long to see you

How many times I've tried
It's simple to you, so simple to lie
How many times I've tried
Blatant mistakes of your design

How many times I've tried
It's simple to you, so simple to lie
Blatant mistakes of your design

Have I waited too long
Have I found that someone
Have I wanted too long to see you

I've had so many chances
Turn my back and I ran away
I've had so many chances to see you

el pasado clásico

Quienes lloran por los momentos felices que se topan en la historia, se dan cuenta de lo que quieren. Albert Camus

las cosas ya no son como las ves

Charly García - Canción 2x3

No tengo nada que hacer

no tengo nada que dar

no encuentro la gracia en mi manera de hablar

no quiero volver nunca más.

Todos podemos perder, todos podemos ganar

entre las sogas del circo y las trincheras del mal

yo quiero olvidarme de hablar.

Las pálidas figuras se acercaron hasta mí.

Mi mente tuvo dudas y fingí que no las ví.

Ya no quiero vivir así

repitiendo las agonías del pasado

con los hermanos de mi niñez

es muy duro sobrevivir

aunque el tiempo ya los ha vuelto desconfiados.

Tenemos algo para decir

no es la misma canción de 2 x 3

las cosas ya no son como las ves.

Pearl Jam - Uncut Interview (New York, 1991)

This song's about hitchhiking your way through a broken heart.

Thumbing My Way

 

I have not been home since you left long ago
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Counting steps,.. walking backwards on the road
I'm counting my way back to heaven

I can't be free with what's locked inside of me...
If there was a key, you took it in your hands.
There's no wrong or right,... but I'm sure there's good and bad
The questions linger overhead

No matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
I wish that I could hold you... wish that I had
Thinking 'bout heaven

I let go of a rope,... thinking that's what held me back
And in time I've realized,... it's now wrapped around my neck
I can't see what's next,... from this lonely overpass
Hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past

All the rusted sign we ignore throughout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead
I turned my back,... now there's no turning back

No matter how cold the winter,.. there's a springtime ahead
I smile, but who am I kidding?
I'm just walking the miles,.. every once in a while I'll get a ride
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Thumbing my way back to heaven
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven...

Life is only as good as the memories we make

So long, Astoria - The Ataris

It was the first snow of the season,

I can almost see you breathing

In the middle of that empty street

Sometimes i still see myself

In that lonesome bedroom

Playing my guitar and singing songs of hope

For a better future

Life is only as good as the memories we make

And I'm taking back what belongs to me

Polaroids of classrooms unattended

These relics of rememberance

Are just like shipwrecks

Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

Last night when everyone was sleeping

I dreampt of my old neighborhood

And resurrected memories from ashes

We said that we would never fit in

When we were really just like them

Does rebellion ever make a difference

Life is only as good as the memories we make

And im taking back what belongs to me

Polaroids of classrooms unattended

These relics of rememberance are just like shipwrecks

Only they're gone faster than the smell after it rains

So long, astoria

I found a map to burried treasure

And even if we come home empty-handed

We'll still have our stories and battle scars

Pirate ships and wounded hearts

Broken bones and all the best of friendships

And when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand

I'll raise my glass to the memories we own

This is my world

And I'm taking it back

I'm taking it all back