If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in the middle can be dealt with.

"Esperas estar equivocado. Cuando hace algo malo lo ignoras, cuando hace algo bueno te conquista de nuevo y pierdes la discusión contigo mismo de que no te conviene."

Y me pregunté si un recuerdo es algo que se tiene o es algo que se ha perdido...

Logré despertar y abrir mis ojos al mundo.Por fin me voy acercando cada vez más a mi misma. Aún tengo que superar miedos, pasar por malos momentos que me oprimen las entrañas, enfrentarme a nuevos peligros.Pero me siento con fuerzas de gritarle al mundo y de reclamar mi sitio en él.

Voodoo Girl

Her skin is white cloth,

and she's all swen apart

and she has many colored pins

sticking out of her heart.

She has a beautiful set

of hypno-disk eyes,

the ones that she uses

to hypnotize gyus.

She has many different zombies

who are deeply in her trance.

She even has a zombie

who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,

a curse she cannot win.

For if someone gets

too close to her,

the pins sticks farther in.

Tim Burton.

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Y es que...

Y es que últimamente me dio por saltar sin cuerdas...


... por derrapar sin frenos...


... por tirarme sin paracaidas...


... por volar sin alas...



Es que últimamente me dio por tropezar... y duele.

Y es que mi vida se llenó de obstaculos...
y es que sin ellos no hubiera encontrado el camino.
Y es que últimamente me dio por ser yo...

Y ser el humo que al final se escapó de lo que existe por ver que hay detrás...