Se muestran los artículos pertenecientes a Febrero de 2008.
Hurt
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
Estaré Esperando
Esta vez, dejaré que Lenny te lo diga por mi...
He broke your heart
He took your soul
You're hurt inside
Because there's a hole
You need some time
To be alone
Then you will find
What you always know
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I've been knocking at your door
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I've seen you cry
Into the night
I feel your pain
Can I make it right
I realized there's no end inside
Yet still I'll wait
For you to see the light
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I can't take it anymore
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
You are my only I've ever known
That makes me feel this way
Couldn't on my own
I want to be with you until we're old
You have the love you need right in front of you
Please come home
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
Me subiría a un escenario a cantarte
me acercaría hasta tu balcón,
me levantaría en armas
si con eso consiguiera que me vieras
y que lo supieras.
Carlos.
P.S.: Por que demonios no estaré durmiendo ya.
Cimientos
Solo quedan los restos de los cimientos
y debajo,
más abajo,
nuestras últimas pasiones.
Intento pensar algo,
algo que decirte
pero apenas queda nada
ni un solo asidero al que aferrarse,
para salvar esto.
Cada vez que blandimos las espadas,
cada vez que me vuelas como una cometa,
pienso que deberías casarte con tus amigas
quizás ellas entiendan ese comportamiento pasivo-agresivo.
Ni nuestros cepillos de dientes ya se llevan bien,
pero no dejamos de mirar para otro lado.
Nunca nos atrevemos a dar el paso,
a decirnos adiós,
a dejar a otros paso.
Pero ahora creo que deberías ser tu,
que siempre estas haciendo el comentario acertado
utilizando tu ingenio para humillarme,
quien debería coger la puta puerta.
Lo sé, lo sé...
a veces puedo ser cruel,
pero eso no te hace ser la victima,
afilemos el cinismo
y la hipocresia...
Si esto se va a la mierda,
por lo menos follemos,
quizás esa sea la mejor manera de arreglarlo.
Después de escribir esto... creo que empiezo a entender a los que tienen relaciones Amor-Odio...
Carlos.
P.S.: Parece que la vida empieza a normalizarse.
yes we can.
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality.
Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.
Yes we can heal this nation.
Yes we can repair this world.
Yes we can.
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.
Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --
Yes. We. Can.
Barack Obama. Discurso en New Hampshire.
Inspirador. Esperanzador. Utopico.
Si Podemos.
Carlos.
P.S.: Sometimes Time doesn't Heal... Oh, No... No at all.
Dentro o Fuera.
Vuelve Lori
Vuelve Lori.
Con Luces de Neón, nos veremos en la Vivero.
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