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sabato, maggio 27, 2006

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!

Bueno, tanto tiempo sin escribir que se me pasó felicitar a mi blog...

Un día, como hoy (27 de mayo) estaba al borde la euforia de los blogs, y un amigo, Miguel, vino a mi casa a crearme el blog, y así lo creó y empezé a postea. La verdad no tenía ni idea de que esperar o quéponer en este blog, sigo sin tener algo fijo en qué temas tratar.

Y vaya, cuántas cosas han cambiado desde hace 1 año y puede ser corto el tiempo, y vaya que muchas cosas cambiaron, y muchas personas cambiaron. En fin, deseenle Feliz cumpleaños y me retiro...


¡Feliz Cumpleaños Querido Blog!

martedì, maggio 02, 2006

Where'd You Go?

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.

She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...

Una de varias canciones que me gusta de este grupo "Fort Minor", me hace recordar algo en que simplemente pienso mucho, y creo que pocas personas o nadie sabrá de qué hablo, pues nunca me expreso en lo absoluto, y eso llega a hacer algo estresante.
No sé a quién extraño, a quién quiero de vuelta; me siento tan "Numb" como un amigo diría, trato de acoplarme, pero no puedo; quiero gritar, golpear, llorar...

"Comfortably Numb"

Carlos

Don't make a big deal about this, I'll get through this... Thanks for reading, if you care so.