Earth Day - 22nd of April

Today it´s Earth Day.
A day to celebrate that mother Earth is taking
good care of us (even we are killing her).
Shall we say anything else?

I stray from love... this is how I feel...

IM NOT THE TYPE TO GET MY HEART BROKEN
IM NOT THE TYPE TO GET UPSET AND CRY
COS I NEVER LEAVE MY HEART OPEN
NEVER HURTS ME TO SAY GOODBYE
RELATIONSHIPS DON’T GET DEEP TO ME
NEVER GOT THE WHOLE IN LOVE THING
AND SOMEONE CAN SAY THEY LOVED ME TRULY
BUT AT THE TIME IT DIDNT MEAN A THING

MY MIND IS GONE
I’M SPINNING ROUND
AND DEEP INSIDE
MY TEARS ILL DROWN
I’M LOSING GRIP
WHAT’S HAPPENING?
I STRAY FROM LOVE
THIS IS HOW I FEEL

THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT
FELT LIKE I WAS JUST A VICTIM
AND IT CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE
WHEN YOU WALKED OUT OF MY LIFE
NOW I’M IN THIS CONDITION
AND I GOT ALL THE SYMPTOMS
OF A GIRL WITH A BROKEN HEART
BUT NO MATTER WHAT
YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME CRY

DID IT HAPPEN WHEN WE FIRST KISS?
COS IT’S HURTING ME TO LET IT GO
MAYBE COS WE SPENT SO MUCH TIME
AND I KNOW THAT IS NO MORE
I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LET YOU HOLD ME BABY
MAYBE WHY IM SAD TO SEE US APART
I DIDN’T GIVE IT TO YOU ON PURPOSE
CANT FIGURE OUT HOW YOU STOLE MY HEART

MY MIND IS GONE
I’M SPINNING ROUND
AND DEEP INSIDE
MY TEARS ILL DROWN
I’M LOOSING GRIP
WHAT’S HAPPENING?
I STRAY FROM LOVE

THIS IS HOW I FEEL

THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT
FELT LIKE I WAS JUST A VICTIM
AND IT CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE
WHEN YOU WALKED OUT OF MY LIFE
NOW I’M IN THIS CONDITION
AND I GOT ALL THE SYMPTOMS
OF A GIRL WITH A BROKEN HEART
BUT NO MATTER WHAT
YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME CRY

HOW DID I GET HERE WITH YOU
I’LL NEVER KNOW
I NEVER MEANT TO LET IT GET SO PERSONAL
AND AFTER ALL I TRIED TO DO
TO STAY AWAY FROM LOVE WITH YOU
I’M BROKEN-HEARTED
I CAN’T LET YOU KNOW
AND I WON’T LET IT SHOW
YOU WON’T SEE ME CRY

THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT
FELT LIKE I WAS JUST A VICTIM
AND IT CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE
WHEN YOU WALKED OUT OF MY LIFE
NOW I’M IN THIS CONDITION
AND I GOT ALL THE SYMPTOMS
OF A GIRL WITH A BROKEN HEART
BUT NO MATTER WHAT
YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME CRY

THIS TIME WAS DIFFERENT
FELT LIKE I WAS JUST A VICTIM
AND IT CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE
WHEN YOU WALKED OUT OF MY LIFE
NOW I’M IN THIS CONDITION
AND I GOT ALL THE SYMPTOMS
OF A GIRL WITH A BROKEN HEART
BUT NO MATTER WHAT
YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME CRY

ALL MY LIFE...

"CRY" - Rihanna

Vacío

No es lo mismo estar vacío
que sentirse vacío.
No es lo mismo vaciarse
a que te vacíen.
Es lo mismo sentirte sin aire
que estar sellado al vacío.
¿Es lo mismo tirarse al vacío
que caerse en él? El resultado fue el mismo.
Así me siento yo, vacía, vaciada, sin aire, sellada.
Vacío por vicio. Vicio por vacío.
¿Es lo mismo?
¿Tener que vaciarse de mentiras, de silencios, de desengaños.
Barrer restos de cristales, de vasos de ilusiones, ya rotos
Para dejar mi casa vacía, limpia, ventilada, fría y
extrañamente soleada de sonrisas forzadas?
Sonrisas en una entrada,
ya vacía de calor y ausente de color.
Dicen que no es lo mismo que la tristeza se alimente de vacíos,
a que estos vacíos se alimenten de tristeza.
Yo lo veo igual. El resultado es siempre el mismo.
Estar, sentirse, vacía, vaciada, sin aire, y sellada
con todos mis vacios llenos de tristezas.

En blanco

Siempre deberíamos observar detenidamente lo que se lee
y leer con precisión lo que se ve.
Aplicar funciones distintas a nuestros sentidos.
Profundizar en un cúmulo de infinitas interpretaciones.
Así reinventariamos todos la grandeza del espíritu humano, donde solo vemos lo que queremos ver.
Y darnos cuenta que no sabemos tantas cosas. Que estamos empezando. Que aúnque llenos de conocimientos, en realidad... estamos en blanco.