Guerra durante la vida, y paz en la muerte.
...No Lies, Just Love!
(Source: viridiannightmares, via clioandme)
I can see it in your eyes,
that you mean it
i can feel it in your heart,
that its true.
you know i just heard myself say it,
baby im lying to you.
all of these years ive been lonely.
knowing not what you should do.
you know you are right, ive been looking as well.
they were not looking for you.
im just as damm dissapointed as you.
only i do better to hide it.
one thing that keeps me from falling.
is that im truly alone and i like it.
as we lay in bed, i feel lonely.
and although your arms are around me to keep me warm,
baby im still feeling cold.
I know you must know you are lovely,
you are kind and beautiful too.
and i feel in some way i do love you…
they were not in love with you.
You have the strength of the greeks,
you are gods master piece.
You are every triumph, every victory.
I believe in every breath you breathe.
Where is the romance in islam?
well, she says she really likes me. I hope its true, because im falling for her.
:’) una cancion de un muerto dedicado a su amor que aun vive.
Salgo volando por la ventana, y tantos días quedan atrás.
Ya no me duelen todas las cosas que ayer me podían molestar.
Son cajones que se cierran para que nadie los vea. Son palabras que no pude decir. Pero ya no me importa, porque nada me toca, y no hay nada vivo dentro de mi.
Floto en el aire desde esta tarde, cuando mi cabeza explotó.
Ahora el piso es de nubes y me asomo cada tanto a espiarte desde donde estoy.
Y veo, y vuelo.
El barrio se ilumina y la noche se hace día. Brilla como un árbol de navidad.
Y estoy alto muy alto, y las luces de los autos que se frenan cada tanto, y vuelven a arrancar.
Y veo, a la gente corriendo como una coreografía sin fin. Y vuelo como en una avioneta, el olor a fugazeta que cocina mamá.
Y me acuerdo de aquél día en que decías: “Si pudieras ser un pájaro ¿Qué harías…?”
Ahora que floto y no siento lo que toco y la gente no me ve pasar.
Voy a aprovechar para ir a buscarte, y contarte como es todo por acá.
Algunas mañanas pasa la abuela Yolanda y nos vamos juntos a pasear.
Y te manda un saludo el marido de pocha. Que me juega al ajedrez y no le puedo ganar.
Y dale para adelante con el pibe de a la vuelta, que a la tarde te pasó a visitar.
Yo te sigo esperando, porque nada me apura y algún día todos vienen para aca.
Y lloro, un poco
todos buscamos algo,
o vivimos esperando… cosas que nunca llegan.
algo nuevo vendra, con una escencia nueva.
algo nuevo vendra y se haran planes.
Encuentra tu alma gemela.
alma gemela donde estas?
Elije una compa;era, para pasar las primaveras
y crear cosas bellas.
So Barack Obama made some comments about Trayvon Martin that reflect the feelings of pretty much any human being with a functioning set of emotions. The quote that led every one of the dozens of short articles written about it was, “If I had a son, he’d look like Trayvon,” a line that makes you realize that national leaders have personal feelings apart from politics, and that seeing someone who could have been his kid shot for no good reason probably made Obama just as angry and sad as the rest of us—or you had that response to the line if you were a normal person. If you were a capital-c Conservative pundit who appears on FOX News and bangs Obama at every opportunity out of pure malicious instinct, your eyes rolled back in your head, you started frothing at the mouth, you yelled, “THE PRESIDENT’S TALKING ABOUT RACE! LET’S GET ‘IM! GRRRRRRGHSGHHSSFSA!” and you rage-vomited a little bit. Here’s your chance to cover the Trayvon Martin killing without admitting that it’s a awful tragedy that a black teenager got shot because of his skin color—you can just go after Obama! The crazed anti-Obamans haven’t taken to the airwaves just yet, but you can see what they’re going to say so clearly that I’ve taken the liberty of predicting what the blonde fembots and deceptively clean-cut nutjobs that parade through FOX News will say in the next 48 hours. I hope I’m wrong.
They’ll call him a racist:
“Obama never comments wherever a WHITE 17-year-old gets shot.”They’ll pretend to be even-tempered and objective, in contrast to Obama:
“Here Barack goes again, commenting on a matter before all the facts are in, just like with Henry Louis Gates.”They’ll change the subject to whatever their pet policy obsession is:
“This is just more pandering and emotional manipulation from a president who is looking to push his anti-gun agenda. We need MORE guns, not fewer. Trayvon should have been armed.”They’ll accuse Obama of meddling:
“Why is the president interfering with a local police matter? What about STATES RIGHTS?”
