No puedo esperar más a cantar mis canciones, escribir mis historias, filmar mis películas, decorar mis espacios, bailar mis bailes, pintar mi visión del mundo, revelar mis fotos, vivir mi sueño, comenzar a vivir mi vida como la protagonista que soy.
I remember how we used to say sorry about everything , acting all the time with fear of insulting or hurting each other. Saving our real thoughts, the real communication, the type of language where the word sorry doesn’t exist. Making us believe it was real love, yes it was part of real love but still was incomplete. It was an idealistic way of looking at each others inlove faces, full of hopes and dreams that were very difficult to conceal. It wasn’t a lie, it was just real life fairy tale, with a mundane end. I can still feel the emotions filling all my body inside me, moving up fast to my head trying to escape through my eyes, expressed in unknown vague tears.
Am I gonna be upset because you loved me, and saw on me what nobody ever seen before?
Am I gonna make you feel guilty for seeing that beauty in somebody else?
Am I gonna stop you from feeling the love and happiness we all are searching for?
La mujer que eras ya no es la que me lame la oreja, una chica cayendo desde el cielo sin chones, la ardiente mesera que me sirve sus nalgas, una puta desquiciada que se viene y araña. Ya no eres la niña bonita diciendo malas palabras, te fuiste muy adelante y no encontraste dónde y ahora ya no…
Flooring that only costs about $1.44 per square foot.
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I feel sorry for the next people to buy that house who want a different floor. Perhaps they should be glued into tiles that are applied instead of individually adhered.
“Cartón Político #1”