Erandhi

Hoy me pregunto que si mi mamá hubiera optado por Erandhi López Pérez habría habido alguna diferencia.

There's always something missing

Fue casi como una película (casi)
-¿Bueno?
-¿Sabes quien habla?
-Sí (como no iba a reconocer aquella voz)
-¿Vas a salir hoy? Pregunta
-Sí
-Quédate en tu casa
-¿Por qué?
-Iré a despedirme de ti, mañana me voy a vivir a otro lado, lo acabo de decidir hoy

Que te vaya muy muy bien, te extrañaremos por aca. Contaremos los días.
Un pedacito de mi se va contigo.

Te quiero muchísimo Javier, you’re electric.
Un beso
De aquí, hasta allá.

Cielo

Aquí, como diría Sandra Cisneros, aquí hay demasiada tristeza y no bastante cielo.

Historias

Cuando te preguntan que te gusta de ti, siempre se te vienen a la mente cosas como “Pues se escuchar a las personas”, “soy feliz”, “me gustan mis ojos”.

Lo que me gusta de mi, es que tengo historias.

Combat baby

We used to leave the blue lights on and there was a beat
ever since you have been gone it’s all caffeine-free
and faux punk fatigues
said it all before
they try to kick it, their feet fall asleep
yet no harm done no
none of them want to fight me

combat baby come back baby
fight off the lethargy
don’t go quietly
combat baby
said you would never give up easy
combat baby come back

get back in town I wanna paint it black
I wanna get around
easy living crowd so flat
said it all before
they try to kick it, their feet fall asleep
I want to be wrong but
No one here wants to fight me like you do

combat baby come back baby
fight off the lethargy
don’t go quietly
combat baby
said you were never gonna give up easy
combat baby come back

I try to be so nice
Compromise
Who gets it good?
Every mighty mild seventies child
Beats me

Combat baby come back baby
Combat baby come back
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye baby
Combat baby come back

how I miss your ranting
do you miss my all time lows

The Sandman

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask for it.
They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
Nothing should be able to do that.
Especially not love.

I hate love.

Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game*

Mrs.Hyde

Como me gustaría tener un Mr.Hyde a quien culpar de todas las cosas que hago, o que pienso…

Si tuviera un Mr.Hyde se llamaría como tú.
Si, como tú

Neverland

Hoy vi Finding Neverland, y también quiero a alguien que me lleve a Neverland. Even if it is by just believing.

oh...
and I-really-hate-mondays

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained

Hoy

Hoy me siento como un montón de frases incompletas...

What if

What if Love was one of us?