Si la vida es una misión.
Somos todos KAMIKAZES.-
Somos todos KAMIKAZES.-
martes, 22 de septiembre de 2009
Simplicidades.
Hablan todos de valentía y cobardía,
Pero no tienen si quiera el valor para aceptar,
Y ni pensar para confesar.
Hablan todos de verdades y mentiras,
Y sin embargo, invenciones son sus verdades,
Y mentiras sus teorías.
No entiendo el punto,
Ni logro asimilar,
Como hasta el amor pueden victimizar.
Siendo aracnidos tejedores de inexistencias,
Dando importancia a exterioridades menores
Y olvidando lo màs simple, la misma simplicidad.
Hablan de principios y filosofías,
Pero hablar no es vivir,
Ni pensar, ni existir.
No entiendo el punto,
Ni logro asimilar,
Como hasta el amor pueden victimizar.
Siendo aracnidos tejedores de inexistencias,
Dando importancia a exterioridades menores
Y olvidando lo màs simple, la misma simplicidad.
La simplicidad de no mostrar,
No exteriorizar, no querer y solo actuar.
La complicada simplicidad de vivir.
Hablan todos de valentía y cobardía,
Pero no tienen si quiera el valor para aceptar,
Y ni pensar para confesar.
Hablan todos de verdades y mentiras,
Y sin embargo, invenciones son sus verdades,
Y mentiras sus teorías.
No entiendo el punto,
Ni logro asimilar,
Como hasta el amor pueden victimizar.
Siendo aracnidos tejedores de inexistencias,
Dando importancia a exterioridades menores
Y olvidando lo màs simple, la misma simplicidad.
Hablan de principios y filosofías,
Pero hablar no es vivir,
Ni pensar, ni existir.
No entiendo el punto,
Ni logro asimilar,
Como hasta el amor pueden victimizar.
Siendo aracnidos tejedores de inexistencias,
Dando importancia a exterioridades menores
Y olvidando lo màs simple, la misma simplicidad.
La simplicidad de no mostrar,
No exteriorizar, no querer y solo actuar.
La complicada simplicidad de vivir.
jueves, 17 de septiembre de 2009
- I want to go somewhere where nobody knows me and people don't have bad ideas about me before I've even done anything. But I don't know if I can do it.
- Why not?
- People. People drag you down.
- Who? - I asked, thinking he must mean the teachers, or his brother Eyeball, or maybe his parents.
But he said - Your friends drag you down. They're like drowning guys who are holding on to your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.
- Why not?
- People. People drag you down.
- Who? - I asked, thinking he must mean the teachers, or his brother Eyeball, or maybe his parents.
But he said - Your friends drag you down. They're like drowning guys who are holding on to your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.
lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2009
♥
For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through through it all
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
~I'm everything I am
Because you loved me~
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through through it all
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me
~I'm everything I am
Because you loved me~
martes, 8 de septiembre de 2009
~PLASTIC BODIES IN AN EMPTY SOCIETY~
Hasta que punto alguien puede ser considerado importante? o admirable? o respetado?
Vamos con un ejemplo, en estos momentos, muy oportuno:
Una mina que muestra las tetas y tiene a muchos a su alrededor (sobretodo hombres), es respetada?
es realmente deseada? es admirada?
No... es pajerismo... pajerismo puro...
Un pibe, ojitos claros, metro 80, cuerpo trabajado (no, no estoy hablando de mi) y tiene muchos a su alrededor (sobretodo mujeres), es respetado? es realmente deseado? es admirado?
No, es calentura pura...
Muchos se acercan a ciertas personas por su apariencia fisica, por mas que sean los pelotudos mas grandes de la historia...
Por que? porque son pateticos, pero POR LO MENOS son amigos "de"...
El ser "amigo de" les proporciona cierto "respeto" que no existe, simplemente es para conocer gente que les habla solo porque conocen a ese "icono"...
No es lo mismo ser Marlene Dietrich a ser Luciana Salazar... a ver si me explico...
tambien pasa por el tema de la sensualidad...
y ahi las "mujeres" pasan por una confusion terrible...Una mujer que tiene culo grande y bien formado o tetas grandes piensa que es sexy... pero NO, simplemente tiene atributos fisicos que cumplen con el esterotipo calenturiento...
Uuna mujer sexy te seduce aunque este vestida hasta el cuello con un mameluco amarillo patito...
La seduccion entra, por sobretodas las cosas, por el oido...
Vamos con un ejemplo... muchos le "dan" a Wanda Nara (que es sumamente horrible, pero bue, ces't la vie...) pero... cerremos los ojos... y escuchesmola...
No dan ganas de matarla a cuchillazos?
Pero que pasa, muestra el culo, muestra las tetas, tiene un videito semi-p*rno (si eso es p*rno, yo soy Rocco Sifredi...) y entonces es "ADMIRADA", "RESPETADA", "QUERIDA" y blah... blah... blah...
Lo peor es que ella se cree importante... y cree que tiene amigos, y demas idioteces...
Pero, LO ES REALMENTE?
No... es solo una simple pelotuda que calienta pelotudos... lisa y llanamente... tiene dos dedos frente y pero culo y tetas grandes...
Admirable? no, no tiene nada subrayante...
Respetada? no, solo tiene su sequito de pateticos hipocritas que saca provecho...
Deseada? no, solo superficialmente, una vez usada no es mas que un trapo de piso mas...
(el que me quiera tildar de put*, que lo haga que me chupa bien los huevos...)
No hablo de que las minas dejen de usar escote ni que dejen de apreciar su figura, pero si se la creen por eso, ahi esta el error...
Con tener onda no basta...
Hay que tener personalidad... estilo propio... y por sobretodas las cosas: C-E-R-E-B-R-O!!!!!
Eso es ser grosso... no necesitar de lo superficial para ser especial... unico... distinguirse de los demas... no ser uno mas del rebaño...
Es patetico y lamentable ser una mancha mas en este mundo... (suena soberbio...)
y la pregunta es... y a vos que mierda te importa?
Me importa, porque muchas personas, que lamentablemente tratan de ser alguien en la sociedad por un lado mas intelectual, quedan opacados ante la mierda de sociedad en la que vivimos y estaria barbaro que "muchos" dieran vuelta la mirada hacia otro lado y miraran cosas realmente interesantes...
Porque si seguimos confuendiendo a Barbara Feldon con Karina Jelinek, entonces señoras y señores, estamos condenados a una sociedad totalmente consumida por ShowMatch...
si seguimos siendo superficiales, entonces nunca estaremos totalmente seguros de quien realmente nos aprecia y quien simplemente nos usa...
La gente es como es...
Una vida superficial es lo mismo a la muerte...
"Por Daniel Simonetta"
lunes, 7 de septiembre de 2009
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