Honey is for bees, silly bear.

Parece ser que todavía quedan retazos de mi older (younger) self dando vueltas entre mis cosas. Aunque no quisiera olvidarme nunca de lo que pasó alguna vez, a veces es necesario que las cosas se guarden bajo llave, o a la vista de todo el mundo.

As time passes, I tend to divide my experiences (or the shadow of them) in groups of we against them. You think you're better than anyone else, but there's a long way to go before you become my blood's owner. Of course, I'm the one to take that road, but maybe that will make it twice as long. Bad people don't always get what they deserve, but more frequently, good people don't get what they deserve.

Am I a good one or just all the way around? Do I deserve you? Are you a prize or a price to pay?

I can't wait for ever, I'm already getting tired. But how do I know whether to wait? Should I act? Sould I go right away? Should I try harder, even if I know that's all I do?

How do you manage?

Oh, right. Yours is someone else.

Mine is you.

Am I weird? No, the way I like you, that's weird.

Believe me when I say

Yo ya no soy yo. Soy mejor. I'd never felt this human before.

Confianza, palabras, luces de colores, pasos tenues. ¿Quién no querría seguirte? Con vos siempre tengo gelatina en lugar de piernas.

I don't belong to myself anymore.

Soy una mujer NUEVA

Y es todo tu culpa, tu culpa tu culpa tuculpatuculpa. Me caí tantas veces ya que no cicatrizan mis rodillas. Merci, monsieur. Merci pour la musique que tu fais sonner dans mon coeur.

Ily.

Taking Forward Sunday

Ávida, como el H2SO4 de agua, que consume toda materia orgánica, que quema todo tejido con tal de fundirse en uno con ella. Sono lontani i giorni in ciu mi dicevi che le migliore lingue erano le lunghe.
I want to scream it all from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.
Mañana voy a Santa Fe. Mañana me va a parecer un miércoles aunque sea un lunes.

Joy

A riesgo de sonar repetitiva, redundante e insistente, quando sei qui con me questa stanza non ha più pareti, ma alberi infiniti. Tengo que ejercer un autocontrol despiadado sobre mi inner self para no explotar en pedacitos. A volte mi sento come se fosse una bambola, sorridente tutto it tempo, senza parlare di niente sustanzioso. Ma a volte las cosas no son lo que parecen, lo que es arriba en realidad es abajo y los peores son los mejores.