"Hate To See Your Heart Break"

There is not a single word in the whole world
That could describe the hurt
The dullest knife just sawing back and forth
And ripping through the softest skin there ever was

How were you to know?
Oh, how were you to know?

And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before

Love happens all the time
To people who aren't kind
And heroes who are blind
Expecting perfect scripted movie scenes
Who wants an awkward silent mystery?

How were you to know?
Well, how were you to know-oh-oh?

And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before

For all the air that's in your lungs
For all the joy that is to come
For all the things that you're alive to feel
Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal

Oh, how were you to know? (How were you to know?)
Oh, how were you to know?

And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there before...

-Paramore-

Soy una llorona. Depende del día. Hoy, por ejemplo, lloro si se acaba la leche, lloro si veo a un perro en la calle, lloro si me hablan por teléfono, lloro si el café no lo preparan como me gusta, lloro si le piso la cola al perro, lloro si escucho a mi grupo favorito, lloro antes de dormir... Lloro, lloro y lloro. Yo creo que ha de ser el clima o mi SPM.

¿Porqué? ¿Porqué no les caigo? Si en verdad fuese como creen que soy ni siquiera tendría amigos. No, nadie entiende, ni creo que lo hagan. Sus ojos están   vendados y sus mentes cerradas. No soy una amenaza, tampoco soy de quien se deben cuidar, no soy la causante directa de sus dramas. No soy esa mala mujer, no lo soy.

-

“Se rompieron el corazón de mutuo acuerdo. No pueden estar juntos. No quieren estar juntos, porque si en verdad lo quisieran lo intentarían todo, pero no. Ambos son sensatos, realistas y demasiado románticos como para arriesgarse a perder todo “sólo” por intentarlo.”

— Mayra Zepeda

“Das merkwürdige Kätzchen”

Una abuela dormida, una prima fastidiada, un amigo enfermo, un amigo concentrado, una multitud consternada y una película de un gato que resulto ser el único "normal" (y un Nino, claro, bello, bello).

Mein Herz brennt... 

Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht

Esto me pone muy triste