I wish that I could see you again...

I can be tough
I can be strong
But with you, it's not like that at all

There's a girl
who gives a shit
behind this wall
You've just walked through it

And I remember, all those crazy things you said
You left them riding through my head
You're always there, you're everywhere
But right now I wish you were here.
All those crazy things we did
Didn't think about it, just went with it
You're always there, you're everywhere
But right now I wish you were here

Damn, Damn, Damn,
What I'd do to have you
here, here, here
I wish you were here.
Damn, Damn, Damn
What I'd do to have you
near, near, near
I wish you were here.

I love the way you are
It's who I am, don't have to try hard
We always say, say like it is
And the truth is that I really miss

All those crazy things you said
You left them riding through my head
You're always there, you're everywhere
But right now I wish you were here.
All those crazy things we did
Didn't think about it, just went with it
You're always there, you're everywhere
But right now I wish you were here
Chorus:
Damn, Damn, Damn,
What I'd do to have you
here, here, here
I wish you were here.
Damn, Damn, Damn
What I'd do to have you
near, near, near
I wish you were here.
No, I don't wanna let go
I just wanna let you to know
That I never wanna let go

let go let go let go let go... 

El pobre idiota cree que tiene chances, pero anda a cagar.

 Los lugares de mis sueños.

 

CARNIVAL OF HORROR

Amor se llama el juego en el que un par de ciegos juegan a hacerse daño.

Dibujo de la clase de Historia :B

 

Que ganas de pegarte una piña y romperte la cabeza, por sorete,  

hijo de re mil PUTAAAAAAAA.

Con odio, Rocita.

Sea lo que sea lo que decidas hacer con tu vida a mi me basta con que seas feliz aunque se de sobra que en realidad nunca llegaré a pensarlo realmente, cuando me mires quiero ser fuerte, como una de esas heroínas que salen en la tele.

 Ojalá algún día te conozca en persona...

Porque un hombre frio y calculador que se aferra a la realidad con las dos manos nunca podrá hacer feliz a una princesita como ella que vive en las nubes...

Puede que aquella noche de luna llena fuera la mejor de mi vida, sentí que la vida me estaba dando todo lo que podia desear, la noche estaba llena de sueños y esperanzas, el futuro parecia tan brillante, algo me dice que jamás volvere a sentir algo tan perfecto...

El arte de la música es el que más cercano se halla de las lágrimas y los recuerdos.

Etapa 1.- Negación o impacto inicial: en la que el individuo percibe un peligro generado por el cambio, siente ansiedad, se le dificulta dominar la nueva situación y prefiere quedarse en el pasado. 
Etapa 2.- Defensa: el individuo se aferra a las costumbres y tradiciones evitando la realidad, reaccionando con apatía o ira y prácticamente se niega a cambiar, sin embargo puede empezar a realizar una valoración de las ventajas y desventajas que ofrece el cambio y comenzar la etapa de aceptación.

Etapa 3.- Aceptación: en esta etapa las respuestas pueden percibirse ineficaces, y la persona se siente impotente para impedir el cambio, sin embargo comienza a buscar soluciones y a desarrollar nuevas habilidades.

Etapa 4.- Adaptación o asimilación: cuando las consecuencias del cambio se hacen evidentes y provocan satisfacciones en el individuo, dando nuevamente sentido a su vida, y en esta etapa los cambios efectuados llegan a la institucionalización.

Ya lo asimile eh...

¡METETE EL DEDO ANULAR

EN EL OJETE HIJO DE PUTA!

Hoy, leyendo curiosidades de Maiden, encontre una cancion, que realmente me llego muchisimo, algunos la critican porque no es cantada por Dickinson sino por Blaze, pero a mi me gusta igual. La cancion trata sobre la guerra de malvinas, les dejo la letra...

Como esta amigo
For the death of those we don't go
Shall we kneel and say a prayer
They will never know we care
Shall we keep the fires burning
Shall we keep the flames alight
Should we try to remember
What is wrong and what is right
No more tears, no more tears
If we live for a hundred years
Amigos no more tears
And if we do forget them
and the sacrifice they made
Will the wickedness and sadness
come to visit us again
Shall we dance the dance in sunlight
Shall we drink the wine of peace
Shall our tears be of joy
Shall we keep at bay the beast
Inside the scream is silent
Inside it must remain
No victory and no vanquished
Only horror, only pain.

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are running low.

When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights,
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.

Can it be that there's some sort of error.
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not so easy to stop from screaming,
The words escape me when I try to speak.
Tears flow but why am I crying,
After all I'm not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that there never is an end.

As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you".
If there's a God then why has he let me go?

As I walk all my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away.

Mark my words believe my soul lives on.
Don't worry now that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to seek the truth.

When you know that your time is close at hand.
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion