Feliz día adelantado del estúpido

Bien, hoy fue mi primera paga en otra casa editora, y por andar fuera todo el día no he actualizado el blog.

Hay un mural en lo que es servicio social en donde todos anotan que significa el amor. Son demasíadas frases que no las puedo recopilar todas.

Solo diré que este día me parece demasíado comercial ¿que demonios celebramos?¿la melcocha mundial? Ayer platicaba con una compañera quien decía que era un día para portarse como un estúpido y hacer cosas estúpidas, yo rebatí diciendo "¡pero eso lo puedes hacer a diario!¡Todos los días podemos hacer cosas estúpidas ¿para que necesitas eso?" para esto me habló mi mitad y le contesté con mi característico tono agresiveitormeloso "¿como estás, mi vida?¿cómo estas mi amorcito, bonito, preciosito, liebe quesito?" y ella me preguntaba

-¿Segura que no te gusta San Valentín?
-Sí, estoy segura

Solo pondré una rola cursi, dedicada a mi novio



La lección de hoy, sean estúpidos todos los días, la esúpidez es la actuación más inteligente cuando uno se apasiona.

Espero entiendan mi tergiversado punto de vista, y este es el fondo de pantalla que tengo desde hace dos meses =)



Te amo, colibrí

The cure - Pictures of you

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
that I almost believe that the pictures
are all I can feel.

Remembering you
standing quiet in the rain
as I ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close
how I always held close in your fear

Remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger, and brighter, and whiter than snow.
Screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky
and you finally found
all your courage to let it all go.

Remembering you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of you heart
You were stone white, so delicate, so lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark

Remembering you,
How you used to be
slow drowned, you were angels
so much more than everything

Hold for the last time
then slip away quietly
Open my eyes but I've never seen anything.

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have hold onto your heart

If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
all my pictures of you.

Looking so long at these pictures of you
but I never hold onto your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
My pictures of you.

There was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart.

There was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart of
all my pictures of you.

The cure - Burn

The Cure
Burn

Don't look, don't look
the shadows breathe
whispering me away from you
don't wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling, adored, toussled bird-mad girl

every night i burn
every night i call your name
every night i burn
every night i fall again

don't talk of love 'cause shadows blur
murmuring me away from you
don't talk of worlds that never were
the end is always ever true
there's nothing you can ever say
nothing you can ever do

still every night i burn
every night i scream your name
every night i burn
every night the dream's the same
every night i burn
waiting for my only friend
every night i burn
waiting for the world to end

just paint your face and shadow smile
slipping me away from you
oh it doesn't matter how you hide
find you if we're wanting to
so slide back down and close your eyes
sleep awhile - you must be tired

when every night i burn
every night i call your name
every night i burn
every night i fall again

every night i burn
scream the animal screams
every night i burn
dream the crow black dream

dream the crow black dream

Still every night I burn, every night I scream your name.
Every night I burn, Every night the dream's the same.

Every night I burn, screaming the animal scream
Every night I burn, dreaming the crow-black dream. yeah, yeah
Dreaming the crow-black dream...