sometimes being different becomes tiredsome and normal seems so much more relaxing...

que decepción...

aunque mi cuerpo ande por aquí mi cabeza ronda por otros lugares
donde las cosas no son tan complicadas y las cosas se dicen como son.
y nada mas importa

que decepción...

vitamins and nothing...

We are responsible with our lives, we have jobs, pay taxes but we are not able to give advice to ourselves.
The problem is we blow all advice in work or friends. In our own lives, we can't think things through.
We don't make the sound choice, we did that all day for someone elses life. When it comes to ourselves, we've got nothing left but to do the irrational. 
but is it worth it—being responsible? because if take your vitamins and pay your taxes and never cut the line, the universe still gives you people to love and then lets them slip through your fingers like water, and what've you got?
Vitamins and nothing.

remember!

                                                                               there are far better things ahead than any we leave behind...

security!

security is a tricky thing
sure we all want it, yet no one wants to be the one giving it
because those are usually the ones taken for granted
so we create complications for ourselves in order to avoid it
and pretend we're careless to avoid being the one giving in
but either way its a struggle,
because no matter what we do, at the end of the day all we want is to feel safe in someone elses arms...

new beginnings...

People are really romantic about the beginnings of things.
Fresh start. Clean slate. A world of possibility. 
But no matter what adventure you're embarking on, you're still you. 
You bring you into every new beginning in your life, so how different can it possibly be..


It's all anybody wants, right? 
Clean slate. A new beginning. 
Like that's gonna be any easier. 
Ask the guy pushing the boulder up the hill.
 Nothing's easy about starting over. Nothing at all.


-meredith grey

saying it again

seems like the year of the unexpected...

=/

adapting is harder than i thought...

i surrender!

the song says it best...

i'm tired of all my sad stories

i'm finished with my fear

i'm going kamikaze in the new year

i close my eyes to remember

where your lashes meet your cheeks

i stay in bed all afternoon

surrender

get some pleasure from my...

i found your old photograph

i remember you in it

but mostly i remember myself when i took it

another year is folding up

and all the stars you see above

are stars i still haven't met yet

surrender

get some pleasure from my

pleasure...get some...

'cause endings and beginnings 

are for people who love winning

and ours is a cold world

there's a course in miracles

i'm thinking of enrolling

'cause i'm not playing this game anymore

buenos aires se ve tan susceptible...

caminando por las calles de palermo ni se lo que siento no existe la palabra,

solo suena en mi cabeza aquella cancion de cerati que dice:

"me veras volar 

por la ciudad de la furia

donde nadie sabe de mi

y yo soy parte de todo"

y ciertamente a sido asi, buenos aires es impactante

y no hay mejor manera de describirla 

 le debo el mejor ano de mi vida 

es triste pensar que ya no despertare aqui

que todo vuelve a cambiar

pero es asi, lo unico constante es el cambio

 detesto las despedidas, pero esta definitivamente es la peor

aunque llevo conmigo mas que recuerdos

un pedacito que es mio de aqui

realmente desde mis ojos

buenos aires se ve... tan susceptible...

...they make it look so easy, connecting with another human being, as if nobody told them it's the hardest thing in the world...

-dexter

esta noche...

tengo ganas de perderme y vivir una nueva aventura
que me complique todos mis dias y sacuda mi cabeza..

today is a sad day,
i've started living the beginning of the end here...

inexplicable freedom!

if i had to choose a word to describe this moment it would be freedom which  i looked up and found that is defined as the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint but then when I come to think of it it's really more, this is inexplicable freedom....   

if i look the same

walk and talk like i used to

probably made some of the same mistakes

but if i feel and think completely different

am i still the same me?

mi silencio

si siento cosas y no las expreso no cuentan,
se perderan en el tiempo?
si pienso cosas y no las demuestro,
se vuelven inexistente?
es necesario comunicarlo todo,
o podra alguien escuchar mi silencio?

inevitable

with time i have forgotten:
your smile and how it tasted
your hair and how i played with it
your hands and how it fit into mines
your eyes and the way they stared at me
the fact that you were here just months ago
but sometimes its inevitable to remember how you made me feel...

doing what i love....

                                                        
                                                        

november

 it's spring here, not falland feels kinda weird to have the seasons go backwards,
but oh sweet november means it's almost over and i'm holding on tight wanting to stop time...

abbey road

                                                                                buenos aires, argentina

the simple things

all i want is
love that is real
laughs that are loud
honesty always
hugs that are constant
improvised fun
and space to dance


i desire the simple things...

existen canciones y olores que logran revivir momentos y recordar personas que aunque ya no esten siempre seran parte de nosotros....

truth

theres something about the truth thats bittersweet.
not truth thats spoken.
words are so easily thrown around and superfluous.
but truth that is screamed through actions,
unintentionally observed and felt.
but although  the truth can mostly be painful,
its always relieving to know the facts
accompanied by a bittersweet clarity of things....

i'm sorry, but it's too hard watching you do this to yourself, and maybe what i said was wrong but still it comes from the rightest place in my heart.

over and over again....

Change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. 
It's always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural. 
The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. 
The way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. 
Change is constant. How we experience change that's up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life.
If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. 
Like at any moment, we can be born all over again,

-meredith grey

settle

i watch how everyday he gives you dreams and then the next day as he shatters them down
i listen to your laughter but then i can't understand the sobbing as you cry
and i wonder how can you live with the disappointments and the lies?

i guess being alone is so scary that you much rather settle for loving with all your heart
and being loved back occasionally

me!

 i am not going to be the person i'm expected to be.                                                            

i've learned to be me, in whatever shade of color i'm in...

i like to remind myself of the pain,
when alls at peace and my mind is clear
and somethings new around the corner
i like to remember the past, make sure i recognize my feelings
remember who i am and to say always as much as i need to
because i can't be prepared for what the heart does
but i'm smart enough to remember i can be terribly disappointed...

sentimientos encontrados!

aveces extrano estar alla o mas bien no estar alla sino cosas especificas
como mi mami, mis amigos, mi carro pero no se si es exactamente estar alla
pero quisiera volver a estar con tantas personas pero sin irme de aqui,
me da tanta ansiedad pensar que los dias pasan y que se termina mi estadia aqui
en esta gran ciudad donde e descubierto tanto de mi  y e aprendido tanto
son como  sentimientos encontrados que tengo cuando estoy despierta y deberia estar durmiendo...

desde que las excusas se inventaron, ya no existen los errores.

(en letra bold grande porque me quilla y punto)

expectations

                                  no one believes that their life will turn out just kind of okay. 

                                                we all think we are going to be great. 

                         and from the day we decide to be something, we are filled with expectation. 

                                           great expectations of who we will be, where we will go. 

                                                                        and then... we get there.

impotencia provocada

escribir para mi siempre ha sido mas fácil
las palabras salen de mi sin tener que rebuscarlas
aunque solo aveces logro expresarlas
porque entre tanto que quiero decir, no encuentro como concretarlas
es que no es tristeza ni soledad, es algo mas complejo
es algo que no logro comunicar
no es relacionado al amor, ni la amistad
ni con el futuro y mucho menos el pasado
son mas bien preguntas a mi misma que quisiera responder
muchas veces no puedo articular,
es como una rara sensacion de impotencia provocada
en la que me gusta permanecer....

feliz al cuadrado

feliz al cuadrado por que las tengo aqui
a mis mejores amigas en mi otro pais,
y es como si el tiempo no hubiese pasado
aunque contamos con nuevos planes y aventuras
ahora siento cuanto las extranaba
las quiero cada dia un poquito mas

transparente...

yo quiero ser transparente
 lograr reflejar exactamente lo que pienso
sin poder esconder lo que siento
quisiera
que mis ojos expongan mis suenios
mis manos sostengan mis ideas
mis labios expresen nada mas que la verdad
y que todo mi ser  refleje lo que soy

yo quiero ser transparente

el corazon...

resulta que no funciona por mas que nos preparemos,
que tratemos de controlarlo, que dictemos normas de conducta,
planifiquemos que hacer y no hacer y anticipemos los sucesos
el corazon hace lo que quiere y no acepta negociaciones...

i was wrong, you were right. i miss you!

you

i don't want to put in to words what you mean to me
and i don't want express how you made me feel
all i want you to know is you are the best mistake i ever made...

part of me...

to the boy who:
blew kisses
held my hand
gave me smiles
and had snowball fights with me

the same boy who:
cooked
walked miles to see me
talked about life
and watched chick flicks with me

although distance is still the same

i'm glad you we're a part of me

dream within a dream...

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? -Edgar Allan Poe

no me gusta...

no me gusta sonar contigo,
me recuerda lo que me pierdo dia tras dia de tu vida,
de las historias que ya no me cuentas, las ideas que no discutimos y de las hipotesis que ya no hacemos
pero mas que nada, no me gusta para nada sonar que algo esta por suceder y yo no estare ahi para compartirlo contigo...

palabras...

tropiezo con aquellas palabras que una vez dije e intento esconderlas,
vuelvo y resbalo pero ya no encuentro que hacer con ellas
entonces decido reorganizarlas, cambiarles el sentido y desarmalas
no, no prefiero hacer acertijos, jugar con ellas
inventar  juegos y cocinar sopa de letras
pero finalmente decidi crear palabras nuevas que solo tu entiendas...

she and i,

have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead...

la distancia nos une

la distancia me hace pensar
en todo como era y como sera
en como gira y se convierte en otra cosa

la distancia me aleja
pero me permite diferenciar lo que inventamos de lo real
en quienes importan y quienes solo estan

la distancia me deja imaginar y aveces un poco mas,
pero ya no quiero adivinar
prefiero esperar

pero de todos modos,
a su manera y sin explicacion
la distancia nos une....

wonder...

and i wonder are we forever connected with the people we love?
in some way are we forever aware of each other? no matter the circumstances?
or is it just me and these bizarre dreams that are trying to tell me something?

making mistakes...

i've set the rule book aside
and decided to make mistakes
don't know what this means
but at least i'm trying..

any differently...

its often said thats its important to know what we want in life and that positive thinking will lead us to a healthier life but sometimes understanding exactly what is it that we want, can lead us to precisely  the opposite and confuse us, because we're in this constant need of being happy and were under the impression that this has something to do with not being alone and so we thrive for companionship regularly in the wrong places, but were comfortable and then we're shocked when we're betrayed or disappointed, but how can we expect any more if deep down were not truly honest to ourselves, that others will be any differently...

Gandhi said what ever you do in life will be insignificant but its very important that you do it because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into you life and your half of you says your no way ready and the other half says make them yours forever...

-remember me 

merry happy

   like the song,

 i lean against the wind

        pretend i am weightless and in this moment

                i am happy....

                                                         genuine happiness is scarce these days
                                                       happiness that comes from within
                                                   relies on nothing but is reflected in everything
                                                       happiness!
                                                                   i'm enjoying every minute of mine...

the familiar...

It's a common belief that positive thinking leads to a happier healthier life. As children we are told to smile, be cheerful, and put on a happy face. As adults we are told to look on the bright side, to make lemonade, and see glasses as half full. Sometimes reality can get in the way of our ability to act the happy part though. Youre hope can fail, boyfriends can cheat, friends can disappoint. It's in these moments, when you just want to get real, drop the act, and be your true scared unhappy self. Ask most people what they want out of life and the answer is simple - to be happy. Maybe it's this expectation though of wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state's of bliss, the more confused we get - to the point where we don't recognize ourselves. Instead we just keep smiling - trying to be the happy people we wish we were. Until it eventually hits us, it's been there all along. Not in our dreams or our hopes but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar.

-meredith grey

todo..

"todo pasa por algo,
todo llega  en el momento adecuado,
todo cae por su propio peso,
todo se transforma"
ya no son solo palabras citadas que lei en algun lugar
que sirven para alentar y manternos fuerte
hoy son verdades palpables de las que tengo prueba y cicatrizes
las cuales me han hecho conocedora de que todo esto es real 

y que efectivamente como dicen por ahi la vida misma presenta las facturas.. 

madurar

madurar es asumir lo que el corazon esta sintiendo
sin mentiras, ni rodeos y mucho menos verguenza
es simplemente aceptarnos...

desagradable...

desagradable sensacion
de no poder decirte lo que pienso
molestoso sentimiento en realidad
de  no saber si realmente dices la verdad
es incomoda la inseguridad

la noche

me entrego a la noche y salgo a bailar
acuerdo con la luna dejarme llevar
los tragos sirven para encender
mientras el ritmo se apodera de mi ser
de repente hace calor
y te siento rozar

me dejo envolver en tus besos
esos besos que son veneno
provocados por sustancias quimicas
ocasionando reacciones toxicas
que me traicionan
pero quiero mas

me pierdo en el momento
y la noche llega a su final,
tu deseas continuar,
pero yo solo quiero regresar

igual...

con el tiempo te daras cuenta igual que las demas que lo quiero pero solo de una manera
y que nuestra relacion es solo lo que es,
ni menos ni mas...

este instante...

este instante no es intercambiable
camino sobre mis planes y observo mis suenos hecho realidad
y no puedo dejar de sonreir, es impresionante...

este instante es imborrable
aprendo sobre las variables
de lo que significa tropezar y el andar
la importancia de errar y de pensar antes de actuar
y para que sirve el dolor y de como funciona el amor..

bailo al esperar
canto al transitar
y juego a despertar
este preciso instante es como irreal ...

new..

new things, new people, new home, new adventures, new country, new sensations, new dreams, new clothes, new number, new doors, new friends, new games, new ways, new love, new communications, new bed, new perspectives, new dreams, new shoes, new plans, new culture, new challenges, new moon, new pictures, new boys, new windows,
alls change, now every things new...

dissapointment...

sometimes people do things you think they would never do,
or at least not to you...

and when it happens
you live them as if you were outside yourself, watching everything...

you even try to understand
yo analize the moment over and over in your head..
only to found out it happend just as you remember and there is not much to explain...

-anya damiron

i blame you..

for the memory that will forever be this...

19

ahora empiezan las despedidas, los abrazos y la palabras bonitas, y no se como despedirme...

me da rabia, mucha
saber que todas tus hipotesis
sea hagan hecho realidad
que a lo largo fuera exactamente asi

mas que nada me asusta, me aterroriza
pensar que tengas toda la razon
que vivir a tu estilo sea mejor
sin desiluciones, ni dolor
y que aislados tenemos el control

magia..

magia es
creer,
soñar
hacerlo realidad
fuerza para continuar
destellos de esperanza
ternura infinita
envidia bendita
lo que el alma necesita
hechizos espontaneos
todo el alrededor
seducción escondida
creacion de vida
explosión de imaginación
encanto y fascinación

magia
hace de la vida un juego
nace de tu cuerpo
creadora de paz
repleta de sonrisas
estremece tus sentidos
mi unica manera de sobrevivir

magia
es lo que me envuelve
y nace de mi

callar...

tanto hablar, anunciar y redundar
tanto discutir, compartir y transmitir
tanto avisar, informar y notificar
para al final callar exactamente lo que queremos revelar...

not the same..

my life is a series of changes.
a series of hits and misses, ghost and corpes.
i've lost alot and gained what i've taken.
this time next year i won't be the same anymore
i create my existence through change

ahora..

y ahora ya todo es diferente otra vez,
las conversaciones cambiaron de rumbo
las fotografias pintan nuevos colores
los lugares narran historias distintas
las canciones tocan nuevas melodias
los sueños buscan protagonistas
y ya nada es igual que ayer...

is it never really to late?

is it never really too late?
to care?
to decide?
to change our minds?
to fight?
to win?
is everything really redoable?
can we always change the course of things even after making a big mistake?
then i wonder, whats really the point...

today..

i can't control my destiny

i trust my soul
my only goal is to just be
there's only here
give in to love or live in fear
no other path no other way
no day but today....

romero britto..

cosas

hay cosas malas y cosas buenas,

pequeñas y grande

bonitas y feas

hay cosas que cambian y otras que se quedan

hay cosas inevitables otras controlables

hay cosas.....

hay tantas cosas

y se nos olvida que son todas.... alterables!

le tired..

the exchanges of looks
a touch here, a lie there
games played as
interchangeable affection,
excessive nothingness
disguised in laughter
surrounded by information
and exposure.

much time has gone by
and i've grown tired of that place..
because some things are better left unsaid
and actions speak louder than words.

aveces...

aveces quisiera saber lo que pasa por tu cabeza
me intriga pensar en el rumbo de tus pensamientos
como empiezan, hacia donde se dirigen,
quien los protagoniza, como se complica,
cual es el desenlace y donde terminan
pero solo aveces...

the past...

We live in a world of constant progress and forward motion. Stand still for a second, and you'll be left behind. But as hard as we try to move forward, as tempting as it is to never look back, the past always comes back to bite us in the ass. And as history shows us again and again, those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.

Sometimes the past is something you just can't let go of. And sometimes the past is something we'll do anything to forget. And sometimes we learn something new about the past that changes everything we know about the present.

-Meredith Grey

todo llega a su momento...
justo cuando ya podemos, y cuando es necesario

sosteniendo su mano,
se me hace inevitable recordar
y aprecio tu discrecion
gracias...

just as you are..

Paranoia gives you an edge to play out worst-case scenarios in your heads, you know it but there's that voice in your head asking...what if you didn't?
We're all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what's coming.
It's pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse.
So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying, because the only cure for paranoia is.... to be here, just as you are.

-Meredith Grey

cerca...

aunque siempre supe que seria asi,
ahora entiendo, porque justamente ahora
es que me toca tenerte aqui...

grief..

About a year ago i wrote something about acceptance and how we should skip the stages of grief and jump right in to the last one, but i guess in most cases its really not that easy and for some people harder than the other fact is we eventually get there....

Heres the how 2 for those who asked for it. Perfectly described by Shonda Rhimes.

According to Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, when we're dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief.
We go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable we can't imagine it's true.
We become angry with everyone, angry with survivors, angry with ourselves.
Then we bargain. We beg. We plead. We offer everything we have, we offer our souls in exchange for just one more day. When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair, until finally we have to accept that we've done everything we can. We let go. We let go and move into acceptance.

The dictionary defines grief as keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. We're taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, on definitives. But in life, strict definitions rarely apply. We have a hundred lessons that teach us how to fight off death, and not one lesson on how to go on living. In life, grief can look like a lot of things that bear little resemblance to sharp sorrow.
Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime. That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive. By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much. Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty. The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it. The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again. And always, every time, it takes your breath away. There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five. Denial.Anger.Bargaining.Depression.Acceptance.

nada es coincidencia...

igual..

y porque es que si,
las historias son similares
las condiciones parecidas
las excusas identicas
las personas son las mismas
las situaciones son iguales
y los sentimientos equivalentes,
pretendemos tener resultados distintos?

love u! <3

igual..

todo termino justamente igual que como empezo

inesperado, incompleto, sin quererlo, bajo la lluvia y en ese mismo lugar.

john mayer me entiende!

buscando una cancion encontre otra...

que me dijo talvez justamente lo que necesitaba decir...
john mayer me entiende!

ten cuidado ♫

hoy me desperte con esta cancion en la cabeza...
recordandome años atras
que nada es casualidad
que algo tan simple como tomar un celular
puede cambiar tu vida y regalarte un amigo,
experiencias que marcan nuestras vidas
y te enseñan tantas cosas,
algo tan sencillo como a tener cuidado.... http://post.ly/4i2T

para el..

te pienso tanto
no se porque siento tanto
como que si al soñarte
me hiciera parte,
pero solo espero que estes bien
que seas fuerte y tengas fe
que puedas superar todo eso
que regreses
a reir, a cantar
a transmitirnos tu paz
a contagiarnos con tu musica y hacernos bailar...

just breathe..

dive in

take some chances

open up

win or loose, play the game

savor the moments

one day at a time

smile

and just breathe,

believe

all this...

flavors my senses,
sweetens my disposition,
stirs my imagination,
and nourishes my dreams..

que importa...

y que importa si me delato
si expreso lo que siento
si escribo lo que observo y pienso
todo es real, es mio y para mi...

y son esos pequenos momentos

donde lo revelo todo y siento que me miro en un espejo

los que mas aprecio y soy feliz =)

hay que llegar..

Es larga la carretera

que conduce a ningun lado

pasaporte prestado,

pocas ganas de hablar.

Es duro subir las cuestas
y bajar por las pendientes
cruzar las turbias corrientes
que nadie quiere cruzar.

Pero hay que llegar, hay que llegar
hay que llegar al fin del mundo
al paraiso prometido.

Hay que llegar al horizonte
donde se pierden los sentidos
comer la fruta del arbol prohibido.

Hay que llegar, hay que llegar
hay que llegar al fin del mundo
al paraiso prometido

Hay que llegar, hay que llegar mas alla de las montanas al paraiso prometido
Deja que tu paso siga mas alla de las montanas...

Robi Draco -"Paraiso Prometido"

ya, hasta robi esta optimista..

..como cambian las cosas

vivir...

es algo asi como intangible
la forma en que cambiamos
como la vida pinta nuevos colores
y cambia todo de perspectiva
vuelve invisible los situaciones
crea sistemas para enmendar
y percibir la alteracion
a algo completamente nuevo
que se vuelve real y palpable
a su propio ritmo y compas
justamente cuando no queremos
y no necesariamente cuando lo esperamos
pero completamente imprecindible
para seguir trazando el camino
y entender lo indispensable que es
vivir no solo existir...

it is..

and so it is,
i failed with consequence,
lost with eloquence,
and smiled.
despite everything, i'm still smilling =)

karma...

Karma. One way or another it will leave us to face ourselves. We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up from behind. But karma will always find us. The truth is, we have more chances than most to set the balance in our favor. Yet no matter how hard we try we can't escape our karma. It follows us home. I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not an affair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score. And even when we're about to do something that we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass... well, it goes without saying. We do it anyway.

-Meredith Grey

no erasers..

the past will always be there, no matter what we do to hide it
and we can try to forget the past, but it doesn't make it go away
life comes with no erasers....

delicious ambiguity...

I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

- Gilda Radner

spotlight

the lights are off

as you walk by

everyone's staring

as they whisper

wondering

your next move
awaiting the pose
fabulous
from head to toe
chin up
confident
stroughting yourself
you turn around
giving some attitude
as you smile
then they notice
clearly
your the
spotlight

hope..

"We live in a world of worse case scenarios. We cut ourselves off from hoping for the best because too many times the best doesn’t happen. But every now and then something extraordinary occurs and suddenly best case scenarios seem possible. And every now and then something amazing happens, and against our better judgment we start to have hope."

-Meredith grey

con ella...

anoche sone con ella
ella a quien no conoci
quien probablemente juzge
y nunca entendi
ella me decia que fuera
que es lo mejor para mi
me sonreia a distancia
y me aconsejaba
como si supiera justamente
donde estaba, que pasaba


ironico, no?
como estos suenos
se vuelven mas bizzaramente tocados por la realidad

solo espero..

solo espero que aprendas

y que entiendas

que todo somos duenos de nuestros destinos
y responsable de las acciones

pero que podemos cambiarlo
que todo infinitamente todo, es possible

que recibimos lo que damos

y aveces no, recibimos peor

pero que todo se transforma

solo espero que comprendas
y que aceptes

que es superable

y mas que nada que aprendemos

que seguimos

que llevamos por siempre las cicatrizes

y que aunque perdonemos

nunca mas olvidamos