"I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person had their own… specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because… It hurts too much! Even getting laid… I actually don’t do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I’m obsessed with little things. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and… will always miss"

Es tan difícil dejar ir...

El problema debe ser que lo asocio con cosas que me gustan mucho, con canciones hermosas o películas perfectas. Capaz si empezara a hacer memoria y recordar todas las cosas que me recomendó o nombró como favoritas y a mi me parecieron un escándalo, dejaría de extrañarlo tanto y pensar que, sin él, el mundo es algo bastante parecido a un domingo triste.

Remember me… try your best

Clementine: Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.

Joel: I remember that speech really well.

Clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I?

Joel: You had the whole human race pegged.

Clementine: Hmm. Probably.

Joel: I still thought you were gonna save my life... even after that.

Clementine: Ohhh... I know.

Joel: It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round.

Clementine: Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can.

...said the lady to the man she adored

Juan siendo el píxel más lindo del condado.

There's no end in sight

Te amo

Lo siento por el resto de las personas porque me acaparé al hombre más lindo del universo

Enamoradita

Me acabo de dar cuenta que acomodo todos mis horarios amiguísticos de acuerdo a los horarios de trabajo de él.

Scarlett...

Lamento decirte que estoy enamorada y no precisamente de vos.






Bueno, de los dos.

Now that I've got my motives straight and I am thinking clearly

I never really thought it would be like this
I know it's kind of hard but I'm glad that it is

I'm glad

I will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light in the window

your records

your books

our morning coffee

our noons our nights

our bodies spilled together

sleeping

the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg

your arm my arm

your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.

Charles Bukowski

Anoche tuve fiesta en una muestra de arte.

Jugamos a la botellita, como en el secundario, y confirmé que nos sigue dando pudor el beso impuesto. Cómo cargamos cosas de significados que no tienen.

Yo puse un tema de Pulp. Lo canté con ganas y bailamos tantísimo.

Antes tuvimos reunión en lo de Pedro, cumpleaños, risas, comida y todo lindo.

Obviamente cuando llegué a casa, 3 am, le escribí a Pibito.

Old habits die hard.

And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you

Why do you sing with me at all?

You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details...

de Mendoza

no tengo fotos

de turista

de tu casa sí.

records keep the quiet away
up all night and sleep all day
he said it right from the start
these sorts of things fall apart

You're a shadow of the old and I want something new

Let's not spill the truth it's easier being alone

Let's take this for what it is you tell me you have changed

It all comes down to this I'm an ocean, you're the rain



You've quit dreaming again I can see it now clear

But I'll wake up every morning with the big black

and the blue...

No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?

He had to leave though I begged him to stay
Left me alone when I needed the light
Fell to my knees and I wept for my life
If he had of stayed you might understand

If he had of stayed you never would have taken my hand

It's been so long
Since you spent the night
Did I hold you too late?
Did I have it too tight?

And we look alike
So don't go away
You were the only one

Meet me anywhere... but meet me.

Ya lo dijo Neruda, "es tan corto el amor y tan largo el olvido"

Empiezo ese largo camino y me obligo a que esta noche sea pura y real catarsis.

Pero antes te recuerdo que sos mi todo y que nunca (pero nunca) me va a importar dónde...

pero encontrame.