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domingo, 28 de abril de 2024
lunes, 22 de abril de 2024
miércoles, 17 de abril de 2024
mi máquina del tiempo
es escuchar a los valentina en un día de calor
y transportarme a la aníbal pinto
la primera vez que te vi con tu vestido
de flores
con tu pelo rojo brillando, brillando, brillando
después pongo artic monkeys
y me transporto
al comedor de esa casa
la primera vez que realmente te vi
sin tu vestido de flores
solo con tu pero rojo
brillando, brillando, brillando.
sábado, 13 de abril de 2024
i dont really get why you hate me now
but i cant say that i really care
its bother me like the microwaves
i just dont understand
but i can live with that.
i dont really get why you hate me just right now
i gave you reasons enought at least for you to dislike me
but suddenly im just two check in your box
i dont really get why you dont like me anymore.
well, i just hope that is for something that i did or said
and not for something than someone may have told you about me
im far away from be the best man you ever met
but i can assure you, i carry my weight with the thruth and nothing else.
martes, 9 de abril de 2024
domingo, 7 de abril de 2024
Sometimes the feeling comes back
And i look at the mirror and ask
Am i really worth of being love?
And i don't think i am or worse.
But i'm not gonna let that shit win again
I don't what You or i we both can Say
If i am not then fuck off, who cares
Nothing deserve nothing, not the Worst neither the Best.
So i don't really care what i think about myself
Once a time somebody told me who they SEE me
And it may not be true today
But is enough to try to love myself.
I now none i
Escribo para dejar constancia
Para mí y para ustedes
Que si bien ya no me importan
Me importaron.
Escribo para acordarme
Que he amado
Y he Sido amado
Escribo presente y pasado
Escribo para acordarme
Y cuando me visitan para que se acuerden
Que si bien ya no podemos mirarnos a la cara
En algún momento nos miramos el alma
Y las quiero tanto como las quise el primer día
Aunque ninguna de ustedes
Exista fuera de mi memoria.