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To Arthur Manolo, Martin, pests, or no one ... Chaos

What else is love, pain
distant relative,
that you and I were not touched
hast not known, nor have wanted, nor could you
why not with me ...

word I am woman ... and words through them I define and relief, I explain and try to make sense of what happens. And I like to look like a jewel, choose them carefully to make sure I will express the right message. I am especially cautious with the words that bound the people around me. Shoot the entire shipment: "I love you, I miss you, think of you, I'm not going to hurt you" is just chatter ... is music of wind that we escape motivated by profit, child and unoriginal, the child with toy again.

am a woman also looks, to look beyond the apparent. I pay attention to detail: cuando la gente sonríe, pero sus ojos reflejan tristeza; cuando las voces suenan serenas, pero uno sabe que, por dentro, gritan de dolor y piden auxilio; noto y agradezco una palmada o un sopapo juguetón, cuando quieren expresar cariño o adhesión. Pero también me doy cuenta cuando la gente dice algo, pero lleva una intención distinta. A veces tardo un poco más, otras no, dependiendo de la habilidad para el "performance", de la persona en cuestión. No sé si los años, o la experiencia (o una combinación de ambos) me han proveído de una herramienta, muy útil para sobrevivir en medio de tanta gente enmascarada y para tratar, en la medida de lo posible, de anticiparme a las incongruencias.

Because we do not know and nor do we want,
because I've never looked, or wake up next to me.
Because I do not know if like me you like the chicken
because I do not know where you live or how the dressings.
Because you might miss enthusiasm antagonist, because it can
moralizing and you're on PAN

And that experience tells me that when someone comes up with cliches, of "tragic poet," what's behind it is really a great pretender ... a daffodil or, at best, a pathological liar who, lying to others, believed to be deceived or can escape himself.

Because we knew and we lost time

each person lived his hand, but each one separately, because it can
off what ever is on, because it can
be healthy so you never have to ...

"Do not fall for me I do not want to label it I do not know how long it will last or when we will finish," are phrases adolescent courtship. Are discursillos of someone does not dare to ask, what you really want: a comfortable relationship, transition, without compromise, limited by the exclusive space of a bed.

Because even understand my exhaustion, my hobbies,
because you gave you the same as falling into the abyss,
this love despise because they never searched me, where I
had not been, nor I would love ...

"You're my balm" is a corny phrase and selfish of someone who is convinced that their problems are more important and, moreover, we wrapped in a shield that protects you from interest or step into the shoes of others. There is an argument is an excuse for not being responsible for his emotions. Is the output of an obsessive addict and codependent relationships. They are stingy words, instead to seek a professional therapy and make emotional spending involves taking charge of your emotions and accept the consequences of their mistakes, they stick as hindrances to people who look strong and whole, and dehumanize: first ignoring it, however strong they are, they also have things to change, then doing a tantrum when, if they have a bad day, they are unable to listen to your tragedies ... no, the focus must always centered on the cheap.
"I really want to follow you", then drop an "I've changed in two weeks and I have no clear" could be true, but to me it sounds like bipolar disorder, especially if you previously gave him the opportunity to go, with the sincere desire to have a good life, and did not benefit.

What else is love, pain
distant relative,
that you and I were not touched
you could not, or you wanted, or you could
why not with me,
so ... I'm not with you.

One of my very dear friends, whom he professed a profound admiration, says that for an enduring relationship building scaffolding must go. I agree with it, except in cases where the ground is unstable, or the owner is a hoarder. I was also told this person that language can rise and insulates us from those who need a "recipe" to justify their emotional deafness. Personally, I am too lazy to deal with such people, especially if we consider that, if poorly paid, the teaching profession is a paid activity. Educators do not live only on the vocation and, as far as possible, avoid being "masters" of the people that have an emotional tie beyond the classroom (ie, family, friends or dis-pairs), by that of objectivity and detachment, and healthy emotional distance.

Mala, do not love me, bad, because I do not touch;
because you have bad mouth, bad when it suits you.
Bad as the lie, bad breath and constipation

However, as I am a woman of words and this is a case of consistency, survival, and to consider the special needs of other I'll make an exception, for once, to pass la receta, explicándola con manzanas...

Mala como la censura, como rata pelona en la basura.
Mala, como la miseria; como foto de licencia;
mala como firma de Santa Anna ,como pegarle a la nana.

Mis afectos son duraderos. Yo no puedo dejar de querer de la noche a la mañana, lo cual no significa que asuma que que vaya a sufrir por ello, eternamente. Después de todo, si pude sobrevivir al Metro de Tokyo, puedo hacerlo en el lugar, situación o con la persona que la vida me presente. Si dejo una puerta abierta, y una pregunta en el aire, espero que me la answer and not to slam the door shut, especially when a tantrum because, at that time and as usual, wanted to talk to me in correspondence to how much I had to hear the other person. do not expect either to be slipping away, like thieves, on tiptoe and quiet.

Mala, such as Trichinella. Bad, bad, and murderous.
Mala, like spiders, bad and all the tricks.
Bad as the order, decency, and good conscience. Mala
where the look.

I do not lie, and do not know if it is a virtue or flaw. When I say "I do not look for the mouth, because I do not usually keep quiet, not a threat, it is a fact. I am a woman of words used to it. Me nobody has to guess, because I argue and try to be the same no matter the mood in which I stand. I look forward, at least, what I give, respect and clarity, consistency and empathy.

Mala, as a root canal, poor, such as nail
flat wrong, as Czech film, bad, like cold broth.
Bad as end of the century.

So I have every right to change his mind, according to what life I present. If I say I can be friends for life, and above all circumstances, I'm serious. However, I can not be friends with who does not know what happened and thinks I'm like those soups that just add water, soften and increase their volume to satisfy the hunger of those who consume. On the other hand, fortunately I have many friends, as she said Sabina, "as down payment, never missing kisses me." So, while friendship is nourished by many things and friends that we choose to represent the family, holding in his arms when our wings are broken, not want to be friends with whoever comes close behind its friends or its problems, to show my heart pieces, like a trophy that fed the illusion that they are worth what they get and not what they really are.

Mala by nature, from head to toe.
Bad, bad, bad, bad.
But ... What the hell nice!

To vary: I AM STRONG, I understand and can do everything.

Liliana Felipe Thanks for these songs: "A Nobody" and "Bad"