viernes, 28 de mayo de 2010

23&17

No hago otra cosa que pensar en tí...
Por halagarte y para que se sepa,
tomé papel y lápiz y esparcí
las prendas de tu amor sobre la mesa.

Buscaba una canción y me perdí
en un montón de palabras gastadas.
No hago otra cosa que pensar en tí,
y no se me ocurre nada...



Ayer cumpliste 23. Es tu segundo cumpleaños que pasamos juntos. Tambien cumplimos un año y 5 meses de estar juntos ( ♥ ) . No te escribí una carta, porque sé que ya no tenés donde ponerlas... Pero eso no significa que no tenga nada que escribirte.
Además de todas las cosas que hablamos siempre y que ya hablamos ayer tambien, me encantaría escribir igual un par de cosas más.

Me completas, me llenas en cada aspecto de mi vida. Me haces sentir viva, me das energía.
Me das alegria, me ayudas a reflexionar sobre el día a día. Me acariciás, me cuidás.
Estás ahí, presente, para abrazarme cuando las cosas no van bien; pero tambien para compartir conmigo las cosas cuando salen de la manera que nos gusta.
Por todas estas razones y muchas más que escapan a una explicación racional es que hoy sos más que mi novio para mí.

Mi vida se vio completamente revolucionada con tu presencia. Siempre, desde el primer momento. A tal punto que todavía me averguenza un poco admitir cuán obsesionada estaba.
Pero aún así, lo agradezco. Si no lo hubiera estado, si no hubiera seguido luchando, si no hubiera seguido insistiendo... No quiero pensar dónde estaríamos hoy.
Pero estamos acá. Los puntos, los hilos se unieron, se ataron, se conectaron hasta traernos a donde estamos hoy, y no puedo más que agradecerle a la vida.

Me encanta con cuanta honestidad y franquesa podemos hablar y discutir cosas. Ignorando todos esos.. choques, esas diferencias, que a veces tenemos por nuestras personalidades (por mis graves problemas para expresarme, en gran parte), creo que tenemos una relación muy abierta; una relación muy fuerte, que se basa en cosas profundas.

Me gustaria poder contarte las cosas que siento cuando te veo reir, o cuando te escucho cantar.. Lo que siento cuando tocás mi piel o cuando hacemos el amor.

[Acá es donde citar a Stephenie Meyer me parecería lo más lógico y a vos te parecería lo más ridiculo... Una de las razones por las que me encanta Twilight es porque comparto tantos sentimientos... ]

El anhelo que siento de tocar tu piel, de abrazarte, todo el tiempo, cada día, es indescriptible. Parece como que nunca fuera a tener suficiente, como si siempre que te tengo lejos me faltara una parte imprescindible del alma.

Creo que no tenés una minima idea de lo que realmente sos. Hacés magia. Me gustaria que pudieras verte a través de mis ojos alguna vez.

" When I tell you that I love you, it's not because I want you-- it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try... I've seen your strength, and your kindness, I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are a hell of a man."

Eso se adapta tan bien a lo que quiero decir. Es exactamente lo que pienso de vos. Me encanta estar con vos, ser tu novia, hacerte bien, hacerte reir.. Vos me encantás. Me encanta tu actitud hacia las cosas, las fuerzas que tenés adentro, aunque a veces te olvides y te subestimes.

Hoy más que nunca sé que quiero estar con vos toda la vida... Las cosas que me hacés sentir, cada día más, no tienen descripción posible. Es simplemente hermoso.

Te amo, te amo con toda mi alma, con todo mi cuerpo, con cada célula de mi cuerpo. Espero poder festejar millones de cumpleaños más al lado tuyo y poder abrazarte y besarte todo lo que te merecés.

Hermoso ! ♥


lunes, 24 de mayo de 2010

The Cake.

"Te hice una torta para vos", me dijo mi papá. Era una torta de mucho chocolate, crema y frutillas. Parecía riquisima (y eso que no me gustan para nada las frutillas). La apoyó en el borde de la mesa, y por alguna razón que no recuerdo, empezó a molestarme. Me empujó hasta que me caí de la silla, llevándome conmigo la torta, que se destrozó en mil pedazos en el piso. Inmediatamente me senté en la silla y me puse a llorar.. ilógicamente, desconsoladamente... Por un tiempo que pareció infinito.

[Y cuando me desperté, tambien estaba llorando.]







viernes, 21 de mayo de 2010

Electrizandoelalma

Chew the pill that tastes like hell, but gives you strength.
Embrace the drug that makes you mad, cause still it turns you into something else.

Feel the need for love grows stronger!
Swap your mind for a mirror-search, and shake until the break of day.
One day you'll realize that you were wrong and you'll regret that all this happened .
Did it (all) happen? Some day you'll realize that you were wrong .
(You'll be) Left with paranoia, (as your only friend).


Your mind is full of enemies, the room is full of energies that want to take control.
They're all around you, and you're all alone.
Your mind is full of enemies, the room is full of energies haunting your soul.
They're all around you, and you're on your own.

Spuffy

INT. SMALL HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Buffy lies on the stranger's bed, atop the unmade sheets. The only light is moonlight coming in the window. Next to her is the shotgun.

KNOCK, KNOCK. Someone at the front door. Buffy doesn't react.

Another KNOCK. Then the SOUND of the door CREAKING open...

And FOOTSTEPS approaching. The footsteps stop.

A VOICE (O.S.)
There you are.

Slowly, Buffy turns and sees, in the doorway: Spike. She looks at him blankly. As he strides in, full of energy.

SPIKE
Do you realize I could just walk in
here, no invite needed? This town
really is theirs now, isn't it?

He and Buffy exchange a look:

SPIKE (cont'd)
I heard. I was over there. That
bitch.

Buffy shakes her head. But Spike continues.

SPIKE (cont'd)
She's all smiles and reformation when
you're on your feet; minute you're
down? She's all about the kicking,
isn't that right? Makes me want to--

BUFFY (tired)
It wasn't just Faith. It was all of
them and it's not like they were all
wrong. Now, please... leave.

Spike doesn't budge; he's excited by his news.

SPIKE
No, this'll change your tune. I came
here 'cause I got somethin' to tell
you: You're right. You've been
right since the beginning.

He looks at her triumphantly. Buffy looks back, blankly.

SPIKE (cont'd)
Caleb is protecting something from
you. And I think you were spot on
all the way; I think it's at the
vineyard.

He looks at her expectantly.

SPIKE (cont'd)
So?
(waiting for reaction)
You were right. Buffy.

Buffy shakes her head.

BUFFY
I don't feel very right. They blame
me for stuff, and honestly? I can't
say they're wrong.

Spike crouches down by the bed.

SPIKE
You're not foolin' me.

BUFFY
What do you even mean?

SPIKE
You're not a quitter.

BUFFY
(defeated)
Oh... watch me.

SPIKE
Buffy, no. You were their leader and
you still are. This isn't something
that you gave up; it's something that
they took.

BUFFY
And the difference is?

SPIKE
We can take it back.

INT. SMALL HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Buffy sits on the bed. Spike stands before her, incredulous.

SPIKE
"No"?

BUFFY
No.

SPIKE
You mean no as in, eventually?

BUFFY
You really have trouble with that
word, don't you?

SPIKE
I don't understand. I don't
understand you one bit.

BUFFY
I've actually been aware of that for
some time.

SPIKE
You can get them back.

BUFFY
Can, maybe. Should? I don't know
I'm so tired...

SPIKE
They need you!

BUFFY
(what she wants to
hear...)
Well, I --

SPIKE
It's bloody chaos over there without
you!

BUFFY
It is?

SPIKE
Yeah yeah, it's, uh --

BUFFY
How do you mean?

SPIKE
There's... junk, food cartons,
sleeping bags not rolled up...
everyone's very scared and uh,
unkempt...

BUFFY
Sounds dire.

SPIKE
Look, I didn't see a lot. I came,
hit Faith a bunch of times and left.

BUFFY
(slight perk)
Really?
(covering)
I mean, I'm not glad of that...

SPIKE
Say the word and she's a footnote in
history. I'll make it look like a
painful accident...

BUFFY
That's my problem. I say the word,
some girl dies. Every time.

SPIKE
There's always casualties in a war.

BUFFY
Casualties... it sounds so casual.
These are girls. That I got killed.

She looks at him.

BUFFY (cont'd)
I've been thinking a lot.

SPIKE
Okay, first mistake --

BUFFY
And I can't fault them for kicking me
out. I've been... I've just cut
myself off from them, all of them.
'Cause I knew I was gonna lose some
of them, and I didn't want to...

She stands, upset.

BUFFY (cont'd)
You know what? I'm still making
excuses. I've always cut myself off,
I've always... Being the slayer made
me different, but it's my fault I
stayed that way. People try to
connect to me but I just... I slip
away.

A beat.

BUFFY (cont'd)
You should know.

SPIKE
I seem to recall a certain amount of
connecting.

BUFFY
Please, Spike. We never got close.
That's why you wanted me -- 'cause I
was unattainable.

Now he stands.

SPIKE
You think that's all it was?

BUFFY
I don't want to go over the --

SPIKE
No. Hold on here, I've hummed along
to your pity ditty, I think I should
have the mic for a bit.

She drops down onto the bed, looking wearily up at him.

BUFFY
Fine. The stage is yours. Cheer me up.

SPIKE
You're insufferable.

BUFFY
Thank you. That helped.

SPIKE
I'm not trying to cheer you up!

BUFFY
Well what are you trying to say?

SPIKE
I don't know! I'll know when I'm
done saying it. Something pissed me
off and I just... Unattainable!
That's it!

BUFFY
Okay, I'm attainable. I'm an
attainathon. Can I sleep now?

SPIKE
(quietly)
You listen to me. I've been alive a
bit longer than you, and dead a lot
longer than that. I've seen things
you couldn't imagine, and done things
I'd prefer you didn't. I don't
exactly have a reputation for being
a thinker; I follow my blood, which
does not always rush in the direction
of my head. So I've made a lot of
mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody
calls.
(squatting before her)
A hundred plus years, only one thing
I've ever been sure of. You.

He moves to touch her face. Misinterpreting, she turns away, but he puts his hand to her cheek, urges her to...

SPIKE (cont'd)
Look at me. I'm not asking you for
anything. When I tell you that I
love you, it's not because I want
you, or 'cause I can't have you -- it
has nothing to do with me. I love
what you are, what you do, how you
try... I've seen your strength, and
your kindness, I've seen the best and
the worst of you and I understand
with perfect clarity exactly what you
are. You are a hell of a woman.

She is silently crying. He can only smile at her kindly, containing his own emotions.

SPIKE (cont'd)
You're the one, Buffy.

BUFFY
(quietly)
I don't... I don't want to be the one.

SPIKE
I don't want to be this good-looking
and athletic. We all have crosses to
bear.

She smiles a little.

SPIKE (cont'd)
Now you get some rest.

He stands, heads out.

SPIKE (cont'd)
I'll check in before first light, you
can decide how you want --

BUFFY
Spike?

Her voice is very quiet. He turns.

BUFFY (cont'd)
Could you... stay here?

A beat.

SPIKE
Sure.

He peels off his coat as he moves to an armchair, starts throwing clothes off it.

SPIKE (cont'd)
That diabolical torture device the
Comfy Chair. Do me fine --

BUFFY
No. I mean... here.
(looking down)
Would you just... hold me?

They look at each other. No more words. After a moment he comes slowly to her and they lie together, wrapped in each others' arms, her head on his chest.


[Mi serie favorita LEJOS. Creo que nunca podría sentirme tan identificada con tantos sentimientos... Buffy es tan.. tan.. ♥. La adoro. Y Spike es tan lindo ( ** ). Ya estoy bajando las temporadas que me faltaban y voy a verlas de nuevo :3 La extraño demasiado ;__; ]

jueves, 20 de mayo de 2010

Mi vida casi 20 días despues...

Ultimamente estuve con muchos exámenes y sin internet... (Bueno, 2 nomás, pero la falta de internet hace que parezcan aún más, jajaja.)
Lo que más extrañé, ironicamente, es este espacio para poder escribir. Lo sustituí por una especie de "diario intimo" para todo lo que mi cerebro necesita desechar, pero a decir verdad no se comparan.
Creo que los dos van a terminar siendo importantes, porque no hay nada como la lapicera y el papel y el dolor de mano despues de sacar hojas y hojas freneticas de descargos xD.. pero esto tiene un encanto que lo otro no, colores, luces, imagenes.. Otra vida.
Me encantaria que pudieran ser complementarios en mi vida, espero no colgar uno por otro cuando mi situación internetística se regularice.
Tengo sueño, pero estoy escuchando mucha música linda ultimamente, y eso me tiene feliz y bastante energétcia. Sabina, Serrat, Sui Generis, y muchas cosas random que no escuchaba hace siiiiiiiiiglos (todo con "s", ja!)
Hace bastante que no escribia tanto seguido. Tiene mucho que ver con todo lo que dije al principio, claro.
Prontito se viene el cumpleaños de mi amor ** asi que me voy a ver que le voy a comprar, tururu :P ~~

[Te amo mi amor ! Te amo ! (L) ]

Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out....

Everything that's worth knowing leaves bruises.



[Y no hay rima que rime con vivir..
No te pares, no te mates, solo es una forma mas de demorarte]

domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010

Tururu. Otro fin de semana hermoso que se va.
Tengo que ir preparandome para los parciales, ahora tengo más energia con la pizarra colgada en la pared ( XD )

En realidad no tengo mucho para escribir, pero ultimamente siento que dejo abandonado a mi blog and I don't like it. Te amo somethingxblue (?)
Y... amo a mi novio, and I need fotos ( mías y con él, porque hace bocha que no tenemos ) and I need Iron Man 2 el sabado que viene y panchos el martes :baba:
Quiero some tattoos ) : Especialmente mis alitas, i neeeeed them .
Y quiero poder continuar mi lista de temas de amor freaks XDDD No puede ser que se me ocurran tan pocos.

Loco, si esta es mi bitácora de vida... la verdad que voy para atrás. Need some human contact here, please !