Quien te quiere no te hará sufrir...

"No permitas que nadie juegue con tus sentimientos, una persona que te quiere nunca te va a lastimar, te hará enojar, te hará batallar pero nunca te va a hacer daño, esto creo que es algo muy importante y sobre todo es algo que nos ayuda a marcar la diferencia de aquellos que nos quieren y aquellos que dicen querernos."

Break..

Remember when a break was a good thing?
Spring break, Coffee break
Now is break-up, break-down
It keeps getting worse
What's next?

Hip-break

Sex & the City
Episode 6
Season 6

eL beso perfeCto...

El beso perfecto

no llevó mas de dos segundos

el beso perfecto

no fue en los labios

como se hubiera pensado

el beso perfecto

fue en la mejilla

y fue mas breve

que ver una estrella fugaz

en el cielo pasar

no hubo palabras después de eso

no se si fue un adiós

o un hasta luego

no se si fue un te quiero

solo se que fue perfecto

porque al fin

despues de tres meses

llevaba un sentimiento.

-KM-
30.nov.2008

Suspiros...

Me dijeron que un suspiro

es un beso no recibido

esta noche he suspirado

como estrellas en el cielo han brillado,

hagamos un conteo,

de los besos no dados.



KM
09.Sept.08

taN soLo un eXtraCto...

[...]
podría lastimarte...
más, no lo haré
no porque no pueda
si no porque no vale la pena.

-Shâh Mât-

(poema completo no disponible en internet.)

My nickname...

So.. I didn't know what to write on my nickname on msn and then I found this lovely paragraph taken from The Sandman, written by Neil Gaiman, a british science fiction author... anyway it was too long for a nickname so here is the whole thing, I hope you like it...

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 someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so 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' or 'how very perceptive' 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 body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

The character "Rose Walker" in The Sandman

I'm going home... back to the place where I belong

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.

I'm going home.