† SEDUCIDA Y ABANDONADA †: marzo 2008

con todo lo que esta pasando, a uno le da un poco de pudor sentirse bien...
pero hoy es un día muy especial para mí, y quiero decir que estoy muy feliz con lo que me esta pasando...
hoy soy una nueva yo :)

sab 22 d marzo

La página oficial de Calamaro publicó:

(se supone que la escribe él)
23 de marzo

que concierto el de rosario !creo que el de esta noche fue el mejor recital de mi vida
como castigue bastante a mis neuronas, si puedo asegurar que
cuando los musicos pueden dormir, sueñan con un recital asi
la entrega de la gente, y de la banda, fue muy emocionante
y el cantante dejo todos los cartuchos de feeling, y de rangos, posibles.
flor de recital de rock !!no voy a poder d-escribir lo que vimos, lo que sentimos ...
confio en que el respetable lo haya vivido este instante fecundo
con la misma intensidad, y alegria, que nosotros
fue un cierre de gira emotivo porque nos despedimos dedany & el condor (gracias bersuit), y los vamos a extrañar(y echar de menos)
porque recordamos a miguel y a pappo
y porque ese oceano de personasme toco las fibras
me emocionaron
no existen corazones preparados para soportar semejante descarga
gracias, rosario, por hacerme creer que me gane las profundas sensaciones que me brindaron
a mis compañeros y a mi
rock n roll de verdad, guitarras de verdad, canciones de verdad ...y tremenda comunion de multitud y musicos, de sonido y luces, de ritual de la banana roquera ...
y rosario sera socialista pero de frivola no tiene un pelo !con mi mayor humildad
gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

ni canalla, ni leprosa : socialista y generosa : nos diste un sentimiento que nos llevamos, guardados en nuestros interiores, para siempre

Es un tierno, y la boina le quedaba re linda!!! Icreible la cantidad de gente... Valió la pena soportar el frío... Cuando se hacía el que bailaba, era la cosa más tierna del mundo, se excede!!
Mucha onda calamaro, y cerrar con "Paloma", fue algo fuera de tema!! Amo esa canción!!
Lo ame! (L)

http://www.rosario3.com/ocio/noticias.aspx?idNot=27931
http://www.lacapital.com.ar/contenidos/2008/03/24/noticia_1001.html

todavía no aprendí a controlar mi melancolía,
y algunas veces regalo te quieros a quienes no están listos para escucharlos...
todavía me enredo en le esencia de algún cuerpo,
y dejo escapar suspiros por quien no esperaba provocarlos...
todavía doy besos con sabor a caramelo,
y algunas veces recibo besos sin sabor...
es que aunque creí que me habías roto, sigo intacta, y si tengo que equivocarme, me equivoco, aprendí a levantarme después de la caída

good charlotte

PREDICTABLE

Something isn't right

I can feel it again feel it again

This isn't the first time

That you left me waiting

Sad excuses and false hopes high

I saw this coming still I don't know why

I let you in

I knew it all along

You're so predictable

I knew something would go wrong (something's always wrong)

So you don't have to call

Or say anything at all

So predictable (so predictable)

So take your empty words your broken promises

And all the time you stole cause I am done with this

I can give it away give it away

I'm doin everything I should've

And now I'm makin a change I'm living the day

I'm giving back what you gave me

I don't need anything!!!!!!!!!!!

2 segundos de duda, y después vuelvo a la realidad concluyendo que sí,

que sin vos estoy mejor...

cuando otra se acueste subre tu cuerpo desnudo y te acaricie,
cuando mires al techo mientras ella te habla de amor,
cuando le des los besos que me dabas y no le provoquen lo mismo que me provocaba a mí,
cuando su placer no te cause placer,
cuando tus problemas no se solucionen con su ayuda,
cuando descubras que tenías lo que querías conmigo y pretendas buscarme,
ya va a ser tarde...

caminé sin rumbo. después de un rato comenzaron a sentirse algunas ráfagas de viento, y aunque el pelo caía desordenado sobre mi cara, no atiné a peinarlo. hacía mucho tiempo que no me sentía tan abstraida de la realidad. miraba el piso, un paso, otro paso, nunca levanté la mirada, ni siquiera para curzar la calle. en la mitad de una cuadra, tropecé porque había un bache en el suelo, pero no llegué a caer, porque antes me choqué con alguien. pedí disculpas, y seguí mi camino...
te quedaste mirando, no podías creer que no te hubiera reconocido, que no te hubiera saludado, que no hubiera tenido una reacción exagerada y melodramática como suelo tener...
es que ayer no te estaba buscando... y aún cuando el destino nos cruzó, yo no quise encontrarte... y si, te vi, pero no significó nada... solo fuiste un extraño, con una cara familiar que me ayudó a que no cayera al suelo...

mana

se me acabó la fuerza, y te solté la rienda...

el alma aprende a cerrar los ojos,
y el corazón aprende a olvidar...

"empapada en llanto ella juro que esperaría..."
por suerte, ya no soy ella...
y ya no espero más...

me preocupa lo mucho que te extraño cuando no te veo...
se suponía que nunca iba a quererte...

no estoy tan triste como pareciera, y mi vida no es tan miserable como suena... sin embargo, supongo que me refugio en la tristeza por comodidad...
no tengo ninguna razón para sufrir, pero así es más fácil... hay días en los que no tengo ganas de salir a buscar algo más...

me siento como Penélope...
volviste, pero no sos vos...

"tu no eres quien yo espero"

hace unos días me hice unos estudios...
me dijeron que desapareció el soplo que tenía...
tu ausencia ya no duele, se curó mi herida, desconocido...

asi estoy hoy:

como quien no quiere la cosa,
pero en realidad lo quiere todo!

meredith grey dice:

At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. As for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something we have to define for ourselves

How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love, or too much to ask of someone? When is it all just too much for us to bear?

In general, lines are there for a reason. For security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? We cant help ourselves. When we see a line we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unfamiliar, a sort of personal dare. The only problem is once that you’ve crossed, it’s almost impossible to go back. But, if you do manage to make it back across the line, you find safety in numbers.

No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, like it or not. But here's the truth about the truth. It hurts. So we lie.

Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. The funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. They're what you do. Some things you say because you have no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out; they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. Here's what I know, If you're willing to take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.

Responsibility, it really does suck. Unfortunately, once you get past the age of braces and training bras, responsibility doesn't go away. It can't be avoided. Either someone makes us face it or we suffer the consequences. And still adulthood has it perks. I mean the shoes, the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. That's, pretty damn good.

A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. “Never leave that till tomorrow,” he said, “Which you can do today.” This is the man who discovered electricity. You’d think more of us would listen to what he had to say. I don’t know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I’d say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure. Fear of pain. Fear of rejection. Sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you’re wrong? What if you make a mistake you can’t undo? Whatever it is we're afraid of, one thing holds true: that by the time the pain of not doing the thing gets worse than the fear of doing it, it can feel like we're carrying around a giant tumor...

That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping. And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying.

I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you she would say "Say when!" My aunt would say "Say when!" and of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of more. More tequila, more love, more anything. More is better.

Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate

In general, lines are there for a reason: for security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it, that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? We can’t help ourselves. We see a line, we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of trading the familiar for the unfamiliar. A sort of personal dare. Only problem is, once you’ve crossed it’s almost impossible to go back. But if you do manage to make it back across that line you find safety in numbers

Some say there’s just some kind of sixth sense, when the great beyond is headed for you, you feel it coming. Whatever it is, it's creepy. Because if you know, what do you do about it? Forget about the fact that you're scared out of your mind. If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you want to spend it?

Life is not a spectator sport. Win, lose, or draw, the game is on. So go ahead... argue with the ref, change the rules, cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. Play as if there's no tomorrow. Okay, so it's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game... right?

A wise man once said – “You can have anything in life if you’re willing to sacrifice everything else for it.” What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you’re willing to lose. Too often going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right. And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you’ve spent a lifetime building. Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don’t see coming. When we don’t have time to come up with a strategy to pick sides….or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that’s when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.

† SEDUCIDA Y ABANDONADA †

sab 22 d marzo

good charlotte

mana

asi estoy hoy:

meredith grey dice:

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