When life surprise you

And when you think everythimg is over, suddenly something happens and you see a new way.
A new way to be, to feel, to think.
Maybe planning a future is not the best thing to do, but what the hell, if everything is just like now I will be so freaking happy.
Things are changing, Im changing. I think that maybe this new and last opportunity was the best thing.

I can't even think straight, he told me he was trembling when he read my blog... and that was a good sign, was his way to tell things without telling them... I'm dificult but hell, he is even worst...

FUCK!!! I'm so fucked up, there's no way to run I'm into this, and I'm so happy.
Thanks for reading it, thanks for telling me what you "feel".
Thanks for being in the same road.

I might be thousands of kilometers away, but while you are in my heart I know that distances does not mattter... of course, they matter to somethings, but not to what I feel.

And as I said, I might be wrong by planning everything ahead, but I don't care anymore, I know exactly what to do.

Time will pass, things will happen, and when the time is wright I might be happy.


In the other side of my life... a side that is becoming more crowded... I miss all my friends... FUCK!!!!
I need them but what the hell... I'm okay here, alone but okay... is that good? IDK

Y bue... nuevos sentimientos, mas gente a la que acostumbrarme, mas gente con la que hablar. ¿mas gente con la que entenderme?

Esperemos.

Michael Buble

Everything

You're A Falling Star, You're The Get Away Car.
You're The Line In The Sand When I Go Too Far.
You're The Swimming Pool, On An August Day.
And You're The Perfect Thing To See.

And You Play Your Card, But It's Kinda Cute.
Ah, When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You Do.
Baby Don't Pretend, That You Don't Know It's True.
Cause You Can See It When I Look At You.

[chorus:]
And In This Crazy Life, And Through These Crazy Times
It's You, It's You, You Make Me Sing.
You're Every Line, You're Every Word, You're Everything.

You're A Carousel, You're A Wishing Well,
And You Light Me Up, When You Ring My Bell.
You're A Mystery, You're From Outer Space,
You're Every Minute Of My Everyday.

And I Can't Believe, Uh That I'm Your Man,
And I Get To Kiss You Baby Just Because I Can.
Whatever Comes Our Way, Ah We'll See It Through,
And You Know That's What Our Love Can Do.

[chorus:]
And In This Crazy Life, And Through These Crazy Times
It's You, It's You, You Make Me Sing
You're Every Line, You're Every Word, You're Everything.

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

[chorus:]
And In This Crazy Life, And Through These Crazy Times
It's You, It's You, You Make Me Sing.
You're Every Line, You're Every Word, You're Everything.
You're Every Song, And I Sing Along.
Cause You're My Everything.
Yeah, Yeah

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

You are my everything.

Him

Sometimes I feel like if everything in the world worth nothing, then I remember him; I remember our moments, those tender moments, when everything is nothing, when the only thing that I care of is him, every breath he takes, every heartbeat I feel.
When we hug, when we kiss, when there’s nothing else than he and I, when the world is just the space we occupy, and everything around us doesn’t matter; there is when I realize that maybe, just a little bit, I’m deeply in love of him.
Little things make me think that I’m right.
Things such as hearing a song and think about him, or think about him and smile, be happy, just cause he exist, I might be a little bit cursi, but that’s the way I feel.
I feel that life doesn’t worth it without him, I feel that everything is brighter with him, I feel complete with him around.

You know, the downside of this is, that this is a one way road, there’s a giving but not a receiving.
I know he cares for me, I know what he feels for me, and that’s why I just don’t want him to be attached to me, cause love is cruel, cause life is unfair, cause I prefer not to suffer.
Shit! Life is such a bitch.
When I start talking like this he just hug me strong and just that, a hug, a kiss or just feel him by my side makes me different, makes me feel that I care, that there’s something to go on for. Fuck I need him badly, I want him badly.
If he just could get that through his head, if he just could understand that the future is not set, that time changes everything. We are not going to live together, he is going to find someone that’s going to spin his head, that will change him, and he will forget, or remember, everything I said to him, after all I’m the one who push him to find someone to fall in love with.

Life never give us what we want or need, just gives you what she wants, and well we try to do the best we can with that, some can do more than others; there’s also those who gives up before the match ends, those who throw the towel, to those like me I said “hold it till you now there’s no way to be happy”.

I’m not giving up yet, I’m just on the edge, I’m giving myself a few more months, I’m buying some time, for what? Just to go as I want, after doing everything I know I had to.
So, farewell, this isn’t a goodbye, is just a see you soon.
Where? Who knows.
Greyman.

pieces of writing

Take me somewhere new, don’t let me get me.
A veces me canso de perderte, de no poder cometer todo delito que este amor exija.
Amor se llama el juego en el que un par de ciegos juegan a hacerse daño.
Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life, can’t get no love without sacrifice.
No hallo más que puertas que niegan lo que esconden.
Prohibido prohibir.
I’m waiting in the dark; I thought you’d be here by now.
Que se muera el olvido.
I been keeping all the letters I have wrote to you.
I would send them but I know it’s not enough, my word is cold and flat and you deserve more than that.
You took my hand, you show me how, you promise me you’d be around.
I took your words and I believe in everything you said to me.
There’s no escape from reality, open your eyes look up to the sky and see.
Un mar de otoño muere en la acera.
Dos niños sedientos de nostalgias, se mienten, se abrazan desnudos, lloran y el sexo les abraza.
Y hoy la ciudad me enseña que no soy ni seré tu mejor amante.
Sé que has sido tú dijo el culpable.
Déjame solo conmigo, con el íntimo enemigo que malvive de pensión en mi corazón.
You promise me heaven and put me through hell.
Tengo esa nostalgia de domingo por llover.
Now I know that I can’t make you stay.
Now I know that there’s nothing I can say to change that part.
Just take my hand hold it tight, I will protect you from all around you, I’ll be here don’t you cry.
Cada vez que me miras, cada sensación, se proyecta la vida.
Maybe I didn’t treat you quite as good as I should have.
Cause you are not alone, I’m always there with you.
You’re a fallen star, you’re the getaway car, you are the line in the sand when I go too far, you’re a swimming pool in an august day, and you’re the perfect thing to say.
And you play your card, but are kind of cute; oh when you are smiling me you know exactly what you do.
Shall I say, would it be our sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you.
Like a river flows shortly to a sea, darling so it goes some things are meant to be.
Take my hand, take my all life too.
You’ll never find, no matter where you search, someone who cares about you the way I do.

Estos pequeños fragmentos de canciones, estas palabras, me inspiran, me hacen recordarlo.
Como no amarlo, como no quererlo.
No quiere leer la carta, no puede ser tan terco, no puede ser tan tierno.
Amo a alguien que no me corresponde, lo quiero con el alma, estoy seguro que él me quiere mucho, pero sin embargo no hay nada que pueda hacer para que estemos juntos, vivimos vidas muy distintas, a muchos kilómetros de distancia, con tantas diferencias que no termino de entender que nos unió… casualidad o causalidad.

Puta que vale la pena estar vivo.

Odio los sentimientos, odio saber que dependo en algún sentido de alguien. Pero con él las cosas son distintas, odio quererlo, pero más odio no tenerlo.

Laburando a full 3 años acá puedo ahorrar mucho, laburo, consigo terreno, construyo, de ahí le doy a elegir, vivir acá o irnos a donde el elija (obvio que previa preparación financiera).
La vida es fácil planificarla, lo difícil es que se logre lo planificado =/.

Ma nouvelle maison.

Digamos que saque fotos de mi casa y mi cuarto, obvio que las subí a FB (por la puta practicidad que tiene jaja). Acá va el link.


Otras noticias, el laburo en el que estaba a prueba no lo tome, decidí que no valía la pena lo que me ofrecieron.

Tal vez me equivoque, pero ya está.

Es raro como estoy acá, no soy feliz, pero estoy bien, me falta algo obviamente, pero me acomodo bien.

Como me gustaría que el leyera todas estas huevadas que me provoca escribir, pero bue c’est la vie mon amie.

Con esto me despido.

Ciao aragazzo.