Queria crear un blog nuevo porque siento que ando en una metamorfosis constante y prefiero empezar de cero a hacer una mezcolanza de capas incoherentes que terminan formando algo muy guachafo....pero opte por lo guachafo porque me dio flojera crear otro.
Ahora solo quiero escribir como hablo....que fluyan las palabras, sin editar, sin hacer esto algo muy tedioso de leer, sin copiar y pegar trabajos de universidad o poemas de hace 3 anios, sin hacer trampa....(se acaba de meter mi distraccion al MSN)
En fin, es raro como ando en una introspeccion constante y sigo sin conocerme. Me sorprendo....me amo, me odio, me aburro....quiero dejar de escribir porque a quien le va a interesar esto :S
Mejor sigo otro dia....
pd - Gracias Andrea, por alzarme el animo xq asi me animaste a escribir....solo que parece q otra vez bajaron :S
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
Goodbye
ESTA ES LA CANCION #4 QUE ESCRIBI PARA "BONES PARADE", LA BANDA EN LA QUE CANTO - WWW.MYSPACE.COM/BONESPARADEROCK - A VECES SE TIENE Y NO SE QUIERE DECIR ADIOS.
GOODBYE
VERSE 1
Lost inside your eyes baby, made me an appendix of your life,
Love was at first sight and never on my side.
Gave you all I had to give, strive to make you understand,
Had me weak all through the week best to be numb to feel alright.
PRE-CHORUS
The dream is over
Windows shut, curtains closed, doors locked.
Silence and darkness
In your eyes, in your touch, let me go.
Don’t make it longer,
‘Cause it’s hard, as it is, baby.
Not one last kiss,
It’s goodbye, and you chose, what it is.
CHORUS
Time to pack our bags
Walk and don’t look back,
Reach the greener grass.
You out of my mind.
VERSE 2
Begged me once I thought it true i longed the words you said to me,
Must have forgotten that your love was never on my side.
Gave you all I had to give, strive to make you understand,
Had me weak all through the week best to be numb to feel alright.
PRE-CHORUS
The dream is over
Windows shut, curtains closed, doors locked.
Silence and darkness
In your eyes, in your touch, let me go.
Don’t make it longer,
‘Cause it’s hard, as it is, baby.
Not one last kiss,
It’s goodbye, and you chose, what it is.
CHORUS
Time to pack our bags
Walk and don’t look back,
Reach the greener grass.
You out of my mind.
SOLO
CHORUS
The dream is over
Your eyes are gone
Goodbye my love
Goodbye.
Goodbye (x4)
CHORUS
Time to pack our bags
Walk and don’t look back,
Reach the greener grass.
You out of my mind.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Love Desire
Love Desire
I’m inspired by your love tonight,
Your bright soul emancipates the anger inside.
Hard times go, hard times come;
Time goes by and I’m still alone,
Craving for your soul to bring
The pain abroad.
Set me free,
Unchain me,
Release the pain I feel tonight
…for not having you in my arms.
Lady of the Night
Lady of the Night
Lady of the night
I can hear your smile.
I can sense your soul
Sleeping in the cold.
You thought you got rid of the noise
Just by hiding from it all,
But everything came back to you
When you found yourself alone.
No comfort inside,
No shoulder to cry on.
A search for peace of mind
and nothing to rely on.
You seek help with a laugh,
Human contact to feel alive.
Too many worthless tries,
You feel you are going to die.
Lady of the night,
I love you,
So tell me what to do
For the darkness not to consume you.
We could trick the shady night,
Forget about time
By staying up all night
Until the sun comes up;
Hold hands and jump,
Slide.
Kiss hello, not goodbye,
And dance.
Natalia García Morales-Bermúdez
23 Agosto, 2007
1:22AM
Entre Gritos Desesperados
Entre Gritos Desesperados
Entre gritos desesperados escucho tu silencio,
Aquel silencio que me enamora,
Silencio que dirige mi atención a tus ojos,
Ojos que reflejan tus verdades más íntimas,
Verdades descubiertas que me impulsan a amarte una vez más.
La batalla terminó en tus brazos,
Y en ellos encontré razón.
El regocijo desvaneció el tiempo,
Y al separarnos el amor nos traicionó.
Y ahora que no estamos ni somos,
Necesito más que nunca de tus besos;
Aquellos besos cálidos de amantes ocultos
Que se encuentran de noche en un rincón
Escondiéndose entre el fuego y la pasión.
Llevo tu corazón conmigo,
Y aunque estés muy lejos
Y lleves contigo el mío,
El recuerdo permanecerá siempre vivo.
Y entre gritos desesperados escucho tu silencio,
Aquel silencio que me destruye,
Silencio que dirige mi atención a la soledad,
Soledad que refleja mis verdades más íntimas,
Verdades descubiertas que me impulsan a llorar una vez más.
Natalia García Morales-Bermúdez
23 de Agosto del 2007
4:58pm
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Pulgas
Pequenias pulgas escabullidizas, husmeando entre mis sabanas en busqueda de un cuerpo inmovil que respira. En jaque esperan pacientes, saboreando ya el metalico gusto que les aguarda. Excitadas y en deleite carcomen el denso y deslizante metal intravenoso; oxidado y cansado del dia a dia.
Un signo de alabanza? Anhelan mi fortaleza y la toman, y derrumbandome bruscamente escupen sobre mi sangre derramada. Satisfechas se van y olvidan sus debilidades conmigo. Al extraniarme vuelven mas tarde, malacostumbradas a mi gran capacidad de reciclaje sanguineo. Mi cuerpo confundido, cansado, e inmovil las deja pasar sin recordar el dolor una vez sufrido.
Un signo de alabanza? Anhelan mi fortaleza y la toman, y derrumbandome bruscamente escupen sobre mi sangre derramada. Satisfechas se van y olvidan sus debilidades conmigo. Al extraniarme vuelven mas tarde, malacostumbradas a mi gran capacidad de reciclaje sanguineo. Mi cuerpo confundido, cansado, e inmovil las deja pasar sin recordar el dolor una vez sufrido.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Labyrinth's End
Note to Reader: Things aren't always autobiographical. Sometimes they are just stories. Thanks and enjoy if you are able,
Natalia.
Natalia.
It is haunting me. It is coming, I know it is. I have seen it outside standing by the front door: static but ready, decided but dubious; you see it?
It had been warning me all along: it was everywhere. I don’t know why I acted so irrational when it finally consumed me, leaving nothing but dust behind, I mean, I had seen it coming since the day I was born, you know?
I worked so hard not to think of it that it defeated the purpose: the more I tried not to, the more I thought of it, just like every memory you want to forget badly enough as to end up turning it into a constant reminder. It was these unwanted, constant reminders that dragged me down Insanity Rd. and into the dark gap of the brain where all disturbing memories fall. I was lost in a vast, pitch dark hole surrounded by all the resented memories of my cruel life. I gathered them all, one by one; I embraced them, brought them out of the hole with me and practiced them with others as to not be ashamed of myself: all except for the one that terrified me the most, the one I worked the hardest not to think of, and even though I tried to bury it for good, I was still horrified of it on my better days, and I must admit that, on the worse ones, I still craved it, but my body resisted to invite it anyway.
Experiencing new things was always my main interest; you know, exploring the unexplored, seeing the unseen, hearing the unheard - those sorts of amazing events that only happen if you are or seek to be in the right place at the right time. You can distinguish their superb magnitude because you and your body react to it frenetically and simultaneously.
It’s easy to recognize the moment your body finds something (or someone) fascinating: your heart starts pounding, your jaw drops - and you know you can’t fight the feeling, - I mean really, sometimes you can’t control the way your body responds. And you recognize you, [insert your name and last name here], have found something fascinating because you stare at the object of your excitement, study it, and enjoy it in silence, shameless, without any bodily interruptions.
What I’m trying to say is that new experiences cause in me, as they may in you, simultaneous mental and physical fascination: my ultimate, most desired pleasure. Dazzling happiness reflected in an astonished smile, shock and satisfaction spilling out my furiously-pounding heart - is what I’m talking about. Why didn’t my mind and body react this way to a potential new experience? The thought of it certainly didn’t cause any pleasure in me; it didn’t excite or fascinate me, I mean, it did make my body react but not in a pleasurable way: it didn’t meet any of the characteristics experiencing something new causes in me, not before and not at the time it happened; maybe and most likely because I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what would happen after, when the action was completed, or how to take advantage of that experience after it was over.
Oh, you mystically tempting and frightening evil force! Laughing at the lonely fools you get to terminate. You know I dreaded you like the majority of us sane ones, so why did you take me with you? How could you invade the privacy of my home? But I guess it’s too late for questions now, I must rest in peace, and don’t you people worry for my soul, for it will be haunting you like death was me.
I am coming, you know I am. You have seen me outside, standing by the front door: static but ready, decided but dubious; you see me?
It had been warning me all along: it was everywhere. I don’t know why I acted so irrational when it finally consumed me, leaving nothing but dust behind, I mean, I had seen it coming since the day I was born, you know?
I worked so hard not to think of it that it defeated the purpose: the more I tried not to, the more I thought of it, just like every memory you want to forget badly enough as to end up turning it into a constant reminder. It was these unwanted, constant reminders that dragged me down Insanity Rd. and into the dark gap of the brain where all disturbing memories fall. I was lost in a vast, pitch dark hole surrounded by all the resented memories of my cruel life. I gathered them all, one by one; I embraced them, brought them out of the hole with me and practiced them with others as to not be ashamed of myself: all except for the one that terrified me the most, the one I worked the hardest not to think of, and even though I tried to bury it for good, I was still horrified of it on my better days, and I must admit that, on the worse ones, I still craved it, but my body resisted to invite it anyway.
Experiencing new things was always my main interest; you know, exploring the unexplored, seeing the unseen, hearing the unheard - those sorts of amazing events that only happen if you are or seek to be in the right place at the right time. You can distinguish their superb magnitude because you and your body react to it frenetically and simultaneously.
It’s easy to recognize the moment your body finds something (or someone) fascinating: your heart starts pounding, your jaw drops - and you know you can’t fight the feeling, - I mean really, sometimes you can’t control the way your body responds. And you recognize you, [insert your name and last name here], have found something fascinating because you stare at the object of your excitement, study it, and enjoy it in silence, shameless, without any bodily interruptions.
What I’m trying to say is that new experiences cause in me, as they may in you, simultaneous mental and physical fascination: my ultimate, most desired pleasure. Dazzling happiness reflected in an astonished smile, shock and satisfaction spilling out my furiously-pounding heart - is what I’m talking about. Why didn’t my mind and body react this way to a potential new experience? The thought of it certainly didn’t cause any pleasure in me; it didn’t excite or fascinate me, I mean, it did make my body react but not in a pleasurable way: it didn’t meet any of the characteristics experiencing something new causes in me, not before and not at the time it happened; maybe and most likely because I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what would happen after, when the action was completed, or how to take advantage of that experience after it was over.
Oh, you mystically tempting and frightening evil force! Laughing at the lonely fools you get to terminate. You know I dreaded you like the majority of us sane ones, so why did you take me with you? How could you invade the privacy of my home? But I guess it’s too late for questions now, I must rest in peace, and don’t you people worry for my soul, for it will be haunting you like death was me.
I am coming, you know I am. You have seen me outside, standing by the front door: static but ready, decided but dubious; you see me?
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