tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477292727134728722024-03-13T19:32:42.941-07:00A page of my open bookA not so conventional girl's life...S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-81279767532249594812011-06-04T22:10:00.000-07:002011-06-18T10:19:50.866-07:00It's true.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Your eyes, your voice, your smile, your heat, I can't be without them. Don't ever go away, because I already put my shields down and I need someone to protect me.</span><br />
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</div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-66391996721487717262011-05-05T19:42:00.000-07:002011-05-05T19:44:05.090-07:00What's going on?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I dunno if you have notice, even though it's pretty easy to see, that my lasts post have been all about you, yeah you. And well I guess that means how important you are in my life. So I really can't be as if nothing happens, after you tell me you have something to tell me. Anxiety is killing me. Questions are all around me. I feel like I can't think in anything else! I just can't! I have millions of things to do, but I am still here, not moving, asking myself hundreds of questions, imagining what could be that thing that's a "weight in your chest". You mean so much, you do, and that's why, that's why I am feeling like this right now.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am doing the best I can, I promise, but i still feel like this.</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbr0eLU2_2g/TcNf6uA7c7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QNPVynCiZuY/s1600/anxiety_PTSD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbr0eLU2_2g/TcNf6uA7c7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QNPVynCiZuY/s400/anxiety_PTSD.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-61571141252978118302011-04-30T23:50:00.000-07:002011-05-01T13:35:11.015-07:00When two become one<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Beyond our bodies, beyond what we could touch,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">more than a impulse, more than attraction, more than just chemicals,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">just more and beyond everything, everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Intimacy is such a little word now, its not enough.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Two becoming one, two heartbeats synchronized </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">your breathing, my breathing, our breathing its one now, just one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For first time in our life we realize something was missing in our selfs</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me. You. It's amazing how it seems that we fit perfectly in the other's arms.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For first time in our life we finally get a clue of the complete meaning of love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The perfect balance between pleasure and the deepness of emotions,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Between you and me, between our hearts and bodies. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A balance in which you cannot separate it's two dimensions.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They are one, they have become one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm complete now and it's all because of Love, your Love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After this, I just found out a new meaning for the chorus of the song let go:</span></div><br />
<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"so let go, just get in, oh, it's so amazing here,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> it's alright, 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"> </span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yeah i just ruin the deep meaning of the song, i know, it's just that the song was playing when i was writing this. Sorry again, it just made sense to me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">....</span></div></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-23932481427506024152011-04-05T23:36:00.000-07:002011-05-01T14:47:59.706-07:00I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Warm, the dictionary says that warm is:</span><br />
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<div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1. </b>Somewhat hotter than temperate; having or producing a comfortable and agreeable degree of heat; moderately hot.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>2. </b>Having the natural heat of living beings.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>3. </b>Preserving or imparting heat.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>4. </b>Having or causing a sensation of unusually high body heat, as from exercise or hard work; overheated.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>5. </b>Marked by enthusiasm; ardent.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>6. </b>Characterized by liveliness, excitement, or disagreement; heated.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>7. </b>Marked by or revealing friendliness or sincerity; cordial.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>8. </b>Loving; passionate.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>9. </b>Excitable, impetuous, or quick to be aroused.</span></span></div></div><div class="ds-list" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 1cm;"><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>10. </b>Close to discovering, guessing, or finding something, as in certain games.</span></span></div></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's true, its all of that, ALL. Being together, when we are so close or even just holding hands, it doesn't matter,is so warm. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tan solo quiero verte y cada vez mas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Incluso a veces siento que es una necesidad.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cuando de pronto te extranio y no hay manera de verte ya.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Quiero oir tu voz, quiero que me hagas reir,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">especialmente cuando ando al borde del caos y no quiero ni sentir.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Te quiero, te quiero y cada vez mas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No se como has logrado llegar a ese punto en el que no te quiero soltar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ojala con decir tan solo una palabra pudieras aparecer,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">sin tardar ni un segundo, automaticamente quiero tenerte cerca otra vez.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Como esos vientos de invierno que ya se estan sintiendo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">quiero que vueles a mi lado, me rodees y me hagas sentir esas cosquillas por todo el cuerpo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">que me robes un suspiro, un beso, una risa, una sonrisa,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">y no me dejes nunca en tiempos de pesadillas.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When life gives you lemons, just put awesome face, laugh and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">go on!</span></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-87137663173546031472011-03-15T22:57:00.000-07:002011-03-17T18:26:55.242-07:00You know you don't feel something when you THINK you do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h2B3jGh97XA/TYEqImF570I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DTLRD3PWP0M/s1600/love+nono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h2B3jGh97XA/TYEqImF570I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DTLRD3PWP0M/s400/love+nono.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">When you really feel something, you just do, you don't worry about thinking about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That's the awesomess of it, you don't start going over it and over it in your head, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>you just let it be. </b> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So I might not be ready yet to mean what i said.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's so easy to guess what was that I said.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-24535321890681498872011-03-13T23:18:00.000-07:002011-03-27T18:25:56.262-07:00Animal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When we dont get to see each other for a while, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">something its definitely missing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss your words, your company, your jokes, your smile, your lovely eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">our magic.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But I also miss your kisses, your arms around me holding me tight, so tight, your sighs, your touch.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How could we ever separate those two sides of our nature?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We are not only rational and sentimental beings, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">we are also as any other creature in the world,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">we have instincts,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we are animals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Is that okey?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, we cant stop being something we are,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> so I guess its fine </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">to feel both ways.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">But lets not give anything priority over our magic.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cause sometimes, when we are together we ruin that magic we get to have, just sometimes we forget we need nothing else than just our magic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tan aburrida que ni se que escribir. Pasa de vez en cuando verdad?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Solo se ve viene a la mente que necesito verte y que te extrano.</span></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-62591170779187129782011-03-10T22:17:00.000-08:002011-03-10T22:20:16.464-08:00Tuve razon todo el tiempo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0C-hDrtTiTo/TXm50-cNGRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v47ThutB1ww/s1600/broken-heart-less-ron-gamble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0C-hDrtTiTo/TXm50-cNGRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v47ThutB1ww/s640/broken-heart-less-ron-gamble.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">No hay peor cosa que lastimar a alguien que uno quiere muchisimo. Pero peor es que aquella persona lastimada nuble sus pensamientos con odio y resentimiento hacia uno y piense que solo se le quiso hacer dano. Aun peor es cuando se trata de alguien con quien se tuvo (tiene?) una gran amistad y esta se ve ahora afectada por todo este drama. Antes de que todo empezara plantee que sucederia si llegaramos al punto en el que estamos hoy y me prometiste que no tirariamos nuestra gran amistad por la borda JAMAS. Dime donde quedaron tus palabras?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Si deseas piensa que te menti, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Si deseas piensa que nunca te quise,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Si deseas piensa que soy lo peor de lo peor,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Piensa todo lo que quieras pensar, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">aunque me lastime que pienses asi no importa</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">piensa, cree, escribe y habla de mi lo que te plazca.</span><br />
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</span>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-65422240234071478492011-03-09T20:42:00.000-08:002011-03-17T18:29:16.361-07:00Love and Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I guess we will never clearly know when we are inlove, we will just feel it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But why is that feeling supposed to be the best feeling in the world, that one thing everyone wants and that everyone its looking for? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Love can hurt, can damage you so bad, can reduce you to tears, can destroy your entire hopes and dreams.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Then why would we still look for that?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Could be that I'm too proud to ever accept that I need someone </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(that is not family) </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so much,</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">could be that, cause of everything I've been through, I'm scared to hell to give someone </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>the power to destroy me.</b></span></span></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-3101020747986762042011-03-08T21:16:00.000-08:002011-03-09T20:25:52.550-08:00Teenager Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ysRTyfAwODQ/TXcJ7uPfEVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/f4HtNoxf_U0/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ysRTyfAwODQ/TXcJ7uPfEVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/f4HtNoxf_U0/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It doesn't matter how much i could say I've grown up, I'm still young, naive and sometimes even stupid.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Maybe it'll never matter how much I could really grow up, there will be always times when I wouldn't be experienced enough and I'll make completely stupid choices.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It won't matter if I'm 19 or 49 sometimes I'm just not gonna want to wake up early to do whatever I have to do. It won't matter how old I'm, I would sometimes wanna send it all to hell.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I guess that may be what make us humans</span></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-31831866694590749982011-03-07T22:09:00.000-08:002011-03-09T20:25:33.855-08:00Eres<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Como una montana rusa a la que me quiero arriesgar a subir, aunque no creo que deba porque se que probablemente me quiera bajar una vez que halla empezado el viaje. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Como una apuesta a la que no se si debo entrar porque no estoy tan segura de ser capaz de entregar aquello que estoy arriesgando en caso de perder, porque se que puedo perder.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Como una playa, de agua fria en un dia increiblemente soleado, en la que no se si debo nadar porque han subido la bandera roja, esa que indica la marea alta. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Como una pedazo de mi pastel favorito que se que no debo ni probar porque luego sentire remordimiento, pero que quiero comer hasta la ultima migaja. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Como aquella pregunta que quiero lanzar, pero que no me atrevo por miedo a quedar en ridiculo frente al resto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Como aquel secreto que me muero por contar, pero que se que debo de guardar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eso eres. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Por eso me es dificil enfrentarte, seria mas sencillo evadirte, bloquearte, repelerte, vivir sin ti. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Pero lo mas sencillo y practico nunca han sido mi primera eleccion.</span></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-5429455658746379072011-02-10T21:31:00.000-08:002011-03-07T22:18:43.097-08:00De vuelta<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sera que de pronto me volvio esa necesidad de hablar con alguien cuando no tenia a nadie cerca. Y sera que luego de mucho tiempo decidi quedarme hasta muy tarde despierta, ignorando completamente que manana tengo mil cosas que hacer. Sera que cuando uno va creciendo sacrifica demasiado lo que a uno le gustaba hacer, toma menos riesgos, se obliga a ser mas responsable, etc, etc, etc.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No quiero dejar de ser aquella persona que viene a mi mente cuando pienso en quien soy. No quiero que dentro de algun tiempo me mire al espejo, me ponga a pensar en mi vida, me arrepienta de mil cosas, sienta que no ha valido para nada la pena y que hay mil cosas que aun no llegue a hacer.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quiero vivir, no quiero resignarme; quiero sentir, no quiero esconderme.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Feels kinda weird not having to work on my academic papers, anyways now i can freely write.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">All the time I've thought of vacations as some free time I can spend on anything I feel like doing, doesnt even matter if its something completely stupid and useless, but thinking it clearly, it's free time to do what we like the most. In my case: writing, singing, painting and now also dancing. So welcome dear vacations and make yourself home, I've been waiting and I wont waste you, I'll make the waiting worth it, I'll enjoy doing all I love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">"No one is telling me the speed i should be travelling, so watch me take the lead."</span></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-91129470997063305702010-12-03T18:04:00.001-08:002011-03-09T20:46:54.781-08:00Final's Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3t51-nqpIA/TPmhtbkqi7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RAq_IAz5Btg/s1600/keep-calm-poster-framed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3t51-nqpIA/TPmhtbkqi7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RAq_IAz5Btg/s320/keep-calm-poster-framed.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-54069778960592012852010-10-07T19:51:00.000-07:002011-03-07T22:19:07.822-08:00Sounds like fantasy.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It's like talking with no words</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Like singing with no voice</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Like writing with no letters</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Like painting with no colors</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Like flying with no wings</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Like loving with no heart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">That's how dancing feels for me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">You can go away from the world with just some movements</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Feel hundreds of emotions</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Free your soul and body</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Show and express what you have locked up in there.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Its simply AMAZING.</span></div><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">You. Me. It just wouldnt sound right together in the same sentence. But YOU make ME smile. And that's a sentence in which those words totally fit. There's not even need to try hard, you just do it. :)</span>S.S.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15750245693803148417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747729272713472872.post-8381600687425617972010-07-26T14:46:00.000-07:002011-03-07T22:21:02.598-08:00Could I ever win in the end?<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lonely. Isn't exactly the word to describe what i'm feeling, but it is the closer to describe it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love. Isn't exactly what my heart is missing, but we could use that word until i find the exact one.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I learnt that who doesnt take risks, never wins. But I'm not sure if my wishes of winning this time </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">are bigger than my fears of losing. I wouldn't only lose the chance, I would lose much more.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm scared, I'm doubtful, I'm fearful... but I'm also curious...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I could jump to the pool, run away of everything or just close the doors to love until a new season comes.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">El aire parece estarse agotando</div><div style="text-align: left;">Las paredes de esta habitacion parece que se van haciendo mas estrechas</div><div style="text-align: left;">Se acercan cada vez mas entre si y parece que me van a comer</div><div style="text-align: left;">Necesito salir de aqui</div><div style="text-align: left;">De este lugar, de esta situacion de este dolor</div><div style="text-align: left;">Necesito un segundo despejado</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tan solo uno. Por favor.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Para pensar o al menos recordar</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>que todo podria volver a la normalidad.</strong> </span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: 'courier new';">Today it was different, all felt different. I woke up late. (Okey that's not different, but the rest of my day was or most of it). I didn't run to class as i'm used to, and during my entire college hours got two surprises. There's no better sensation than when you get something you werent expecting, right? I think that sensation was the one that still has the same reaction inside me : A SMILE.</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family: 'courier new';">Tests, tests, tests we have to take those our entire life. Maybe even life is a test, who knows? I just don't like the fact that tests look to me like something we HAVE to do to SHOW everyone we are good enough at something. Anyways, doesn't really matter how i feel about them, there will always be enought tests to take, to keep us busy or entertaint, you choose any o f those words, the one you like the most.</span></div><br />
<div><span style="font-family: 'courier new';">I felt changed today, like if i was seeing the same world i see everyday, with other eyes. Even my reflex in the mirror looked different. I just ask myself if this weird mode of me will perdure for more than for a day. Even winter doesn't seem to taste the same. The cold temperature around me doesn't even have the same effect, it even makes me feel kinda comfortable. And again as with lots of things in my life I don't know why, but this time i'm okay with that.</span><br />
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