Excuse me
But I just have to
Explode
Explode this body
Off me

I'll be brand new
Brand new tomorrow
A little bit tired
But brand new

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Ella se ha cansao de tirar la toalla, se va quitando poco a poco telarañas.  No ha dormido esta noche, pero no está cansada, no ha mirao ningun espejo pero se siente toa guapa.

Hoy ella se ha puesto color en las pestañas, hoy le gusta su sonrisa no se siente una extraña, hoy sueña lo que quiere sin preocuparse por nada, hoy es una mujer que se da cuenta de su alma.

Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es solo para ti, que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño!
Hoy vas a comprender que el miedo se puede romper con un solo portazo. Hoy vas hacer reír porque tus ojos se han cansado de ser llanto, hoy vas a conseguir reírte hasta de ti  y ver que lo has logrado.

Hoy vas a ser la mujer que te dé la gana de ser, hoy te vas a querer como nadie te ha sabio querer.  Hoy vas a mirar pá 'lante que pá tras ya te dolió bastante, una mujer valiente, una mujer sonriente, mira como pasa, ja!

Hoy ha nacio la mujer perfecta que esperaban, ha roto sin pudores las reglas marcadas. Hoy ha calzado tacones para hacer sonar sus pasos, hoy sabe que su vida nunca más será un fracaso.

Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es solo para ti, que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño
Hoy vas a conquistar el cielo sin mirar lo alto que queda del suelo.

                                                           Ella. Bebe. Pa fuera telarañas.

 I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
So special
But it hasn't happened yet
You are gorgeous
But I haven't met you yet
I remember
But it hasn't happened yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I, I will meet you
I was peaking

But it hasn't happened yet
I haven't been given
My best souvenir
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
I know your habits
But wouldn't recognize you yet
 
And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I miss you

I'm so impatient
I can't stand the wait
When will I get my cuddle?
Who are you?
 I know by now that you'll arrive
By the time I stop waiting
I miss you

 para todo tipo de música hai momentos. os momentos anteriores a este non eran momentos para Björk. supoño que me evocaba demasiado, e non me axudaba a sentirme ben. agora si son momentos para ela, e para min.

Despois de estar cansada de rallarme e ver todo o que me vai pasando desde a óptica máis pesimista e agonizadora... abrín os ollos e díxenme: tía, por favor, nin que o mundo fose a acabar!!

Que teño solo un 20% de creditos aprobados cando me fai falla o 80%? Pues yo me lo guiso, yo me lo como. Se non aprobei é porque non estudiei, non porque sea gilipollas, así que a solución non é tan sinxela como estudiar. Punto. Mira ti que problema!

Que me van a botar da resi?? Pues también me lo como. É cuestión de buscar piso, acostumarme ó cambio e aprender a non botar de menos á xente.

Que o máis duro sería (ou foi) darlle a miña nai as felices noticias sen que de pronto lle entrase un enorme sentimento de odio e rancor hacia min?? Foi jodido, foi. Pero con tacto... pouco a pouco... Creo que por fin non me falta darlle máis noticias e as cousas non foron tan mal. Gracias debo dar polo comprensiva que pode chegar a ser ás veces...

Que son unha puta autista e se me vai a persoa coa que máis tempo pasei nestes últimos dous anos? Sarna con justo non pica. Xa aprenderei a ser máis sociable (prometo intentalo...). A miña vida segue, e a súa tamén. Cadaquén a levala o mellor que poida. Non máis dramatismos.

Que o máis triste é ser consciente de que a culpa de todo o malo que me pasou, me pasa ou me poida pasar non é nada máis ca miña? Si que é triste, si. Ter unha vida e non aproveitala. Pero, aínda que todos sabemos que as lamentacións non serven de nada, a min ás veces esquénceseme e vou tomar café co comepiedras. Pero sabedes que? Que es que ya no me cae una mierda de bien. Xa me cansa coas súas raiadas, aí sempre dándolle voltas ó mesmo. Ala dálle voltas !! e dáaaaalle!! que cansino!

Quédame pouco máis dun mes para que comecen os meus exames, así que non teño tempo que perder. Neste período tamén estarei á espera dunha nova posibilidade de quedarme na resa, que será dependendo das baixas que se vaian dando... Que me quedo ?? pos vivaaaaaa Que me teño que ir? Vai ser unha putada estar a última hora cos exames ás vistas coa mudanza e todo o que conleva... pero oye.... listen!!

Here's a little song I wrote,
you might want to sing it note for note,
don't worry, be happy

in every life we have some trouble,
but when you worry you make it double
don't worry, be happy

aint got no place to lay your head,
somebody came and took your bed,
don't worry, be happy

the landlord say your rent is late,
he may have to litagate,
dont worry (small laugh) be happy,

look at me, I'm happy,
don't worry, be happy

I give you my phone number,
when your worried, call me,
I'll make you happy

don't worry, be happy

aint got no cash, aint got no style,
aint got no gal to make you smile
but don't worry, be happy

cos when you worry, your face will frown,
and that will bring everybody down,
so don't worry, be happy

don't worry, be happy now...

now there this song I wrote 
I hope you learned it note for note
like good little children

dont worry be happy

listen to what I say
in your life expect some trouble
when you worry you make it double
dont worry be happy
be happy now

don't worry, don't worry, don't do it,
be happy,put a smile on your face,
don't bring everybody down like this

don't worry, it will soon pass whatever it is,
don't worry, be happy

I'm not worried

Canta sabiduría xunta !! Ó mellor mañá me volve dar baixón, pero hoxe apetéceme ser rosa. Se ó final me vou, loxicamente botarei á resa (e todo o que involucra) de menos, pero que me vou ir coas tetas ben altas!! cojoneeeeeeeeeeeeees

Toda esta reflexión leveina a cabo gracias a saber que hai xente que me apoia incondicionalmente e me ofrece a súa axuda, cando eu pensaba que estaba completamente soa nisto, e a que un amigo me recordou un lema que tiña olvidado con pó debaixo da cama

Stand Tall, Stand Proud

Aprendede ben estas catro palabras, e vaiades onde vaiades, pásevos o que vos pase, non esquezades nunca de que non hai ninguén mellor ca vós. Sacade peito e andando!!

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love


I'll be there as soon as I can

But I'm busy mending broken
                                                                                                        Pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
He could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But   I'm   busy   mending   b r o k e n
p i e c e s of the life I had before


... Before you

People are strange when you’re a stranger Faces look ugly when you’re alone Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange Faces come out of the rain When you’re strange No one remembers your name When you’re strange

People are strange when you’re a stranger

[	Tags	|	cancións	]
[	mood	|	disappointed	]
[	music	|	part of the queue (don't believe the truth -oasis-)	]

Suddenly I found that I've lost my way in the city.
The streets and the thousand of colours all bleed into one.

I fall down, heaven won't help me,
I call out, no one would hear,
All of a sudden, I've lost my way out of the city.

Stand tall, stand proud!
Every beginning is breaking its promise,
I'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town.

The names and the faces in places, they mean nothing to me.
It's all they can do to be part of a queue in this town.

I fall down, heaven won't help me,
I call out, no one will hear,
There'll be no tomorrow, they say; whell I say, what's the pity?.

Stand tall, stand proud!
Every beginning has broken it's promise,
I'm having trouble just finding my soul in this town.

Stand tall, stand proud!
Every beginning, has broken it's promise,
I'm having trouble, just finding my soul in this town.

Finding my soul in this town...

but I keep trying on...

trying on...

A ver ata onde dou chegado sen acabar por odiar o mundo inteiro polo camiño a ningures ónde vou.

You're in control is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which we're traveling

From the top of the first page
To the end of the last day
From the start in your own way
You just want somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are.

Under the surface trying to break through
Deciphering the codes in you
I need a compass,draw me a map
I'm on the top I can't get back 

First line of the first page
To the end of the last day
You were looking
From the start in your own way
You just want somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are 

Is there anybody out there who is lost and hurt and lonely too
But they're bleeding all your colours into one
And if you come undone as if you'd been run through
Some catapult it fired you
You wonder if your chance will ever come
And if you're stuck in square one. 
                                                  ______________Square one_____Coldplay____

 A noite é moi bonita pero, cando se fai eterna, cheira.

Coldplay rómpeme os esquemas. Arráncanme as palabras todas. (rakel, tíñalos que escoitar máis! téñoche ke aprender inglés :p) Cada día podería poñer unha canción súa e aforrarme tódalas miñas palabras. E, ó acabar, volver empezar, unha e outra vez.. Total... os meus sentimentos son sempre os mesmos. De feito, podería poñelas todas o mesmo día tódolos días. Ou non. Porque as hai alegres, con optimismo. Esas non me valen. Non de momento.

 Non importa quen sexas, todo o mundo necesita alguén que o escoite... Hai alguén aí fóra que tamén estea perdido, ferido e só??

Eu moito. E escoito Coldplay porque me gusta ser consciente ó máximo dos meus sentimentos. Non é que me guste sufrir. Gústame ser sincera comigo mesma.

A cold and frosty morning there’s not a lot to say about the things caught in my mind and, as the day was dawning, my plane flew away with all the things caught in my mind. I don’t wanna be there when you're coming down, I don’t wanna be there when you hit the ground. So don’t go away. Say what you say but say that you’ll stay forever and a day in the time of my life, cause I need more time, yes, I need more time just to make things right.

Damn my situation and the games I have to play with all the things caught in my mind, damn my education, I can’t find the words to say with all the things caught in my mind. I don’t wanna be there when you're coming down, I don’t wanna be there when you hit the ground. So don’t go away. Say what you say but say that you’ll stay forever and a day in the time of my life, cause I need more time, yes, I need more time just to make things right.

Me and you what’s going on,
All we seem to know is how to show the feelings that are wrong.

Yes, I need more time just to make things right.
Yes, I need more time just to make things right.
So don’t go away.

Adícolle esto ás persoas que, pouco a pouco, se van marchando da miña vida. Ó feito, feito, e ó por facer, por facer. Non serve de nada arrepentirse; pero non estaría nada mal darlle ó calendario unhas páxinas atrás e facer as cousas doutro xeito. (que gilipollas son! que distinto podería ser todo!!) (viva!!) (*_>)

Agora o que me queda é soidade e bágoas. Todas miñas. Teño moito tempo para reflexionar, autoculparme e pensar en trescentas sesenta e cinco novas formas de cagala.