Music: Me and I

A corner meant for me, myself and I.

Eventual tema de fondo / future background music: Horizons by Genesis.

: Favourite.

: Dedicated.

Violin Concerto in D Major, Op.35, TH 59: I.Allegro moderato from Tchaikovsky with Julia Fischer

Original image by @gretlusky

Pretty Isn't Pretty

Bought a bunch of makeup, trying to cover up my face.
I started to skip lunch. Stopped eating cake on birthdays.
Bought a new prescription to try and stay calm.
There's always something missing.
There's always something in the mirror that I think looks wrong.

When pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do?
And everybody's keeping it up, so you think it's you.
I could change up my body and change up my face.
I could try every lipstick in every shade.
But I'd always feel the same.
Because pretty isn't pretty enough anyway.

You fix the things you hated, and you'd still feel so insecure.
And I try to ignore it, but it's everything I see.
It's on the poster on the wall, it's in the shitty magazines.
It's in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys I bring to bed.
It's all around, it's all the time, I don't know why I even try.

And I bought all the clothes that they told me to buy.
I chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life.
None of it matters, none of it ends.
You just feel like shit over and over again.

Doll Parts - Hole

I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs.
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait.

Yeah, they really want you
They really want you, they really do
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love it so much, it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday you will ache like I ache

I am doll parts, bad skin, doll heart.
It's stands for knife.
For the rest of my life

I'm his girl.

When you see me walking around with him I'm not just another chick. I'm his girl.
And I can be proud that I'm his girl, because I know that I'm good all by myself.
See I don't need his love, I really want him. And he can feel good that he's my guy because he knows It don't mean that he's just mine.
I don't wanna own him, or control him. I just want our souls to be aligned.

He picked up for a walk around. He's gonna put that down again.
I'm the one he loves and trusts. He goes out on the town, I don't get jealous.
It's all about affection, not possession with us.
And I do exactly what I want, when I'm with him and when I'm not.
It's not a maneuvering just to deal with what we've got.

If you love someone let them be free.
I know I don't want no one suffocating me.
Don't settle for ownership, make it deep. If you love someone you should feel good to let them breathe.

Thank you.

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. If mountains crumble to the sea. There will still be you and me.
Kind woman, I give you my all. Kind woman, nothing more.

Cold drops of rain whisper of the pain.
Tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong. With you there is no wrong.
Together we shall go until we die.
And so today, my world it smiles.
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles.

by Led Zepellin

Sensaciones

Tuve la sensación del mundo entre las manos y de perderlo en un segundo.
Tuve la sensación de estar acorralado.
La sensación de sacarme una mochila de piedras.

Tuve la sensación marchando codo a codo.
La sensación de andar por el costado.
Tuve la sensación de estar enamorado.
La sensación de estar congelándome.

Tuve la sensación, la del campeón del mundo y la de no ganarle a nadie.
Tuve la sensación, la de la mejor flor.
La sensación de estar envenenándome

Tuve la sensación de ser el más mimado.
La sensación de ser insoportable.
Tuve la sensación, la muerte tan cerquita. Respirar profundo la vida en todos lados.

Tuve la sensación de ser abierto y puro, de la coraza, de estar petrificado.
Tuve la sensación del culo acomodado.
La sensación de dejarlo todo por amor.

Echale leña al fuego, que hay que seguir.

de Arbolito

Sé Vos

¿Por qué dejar que tus sueños se desperdicien?
Si no sos vos, triste será. Si no sos vos, será muy triste.
¿Por qué falsear?, si ser uno es ganar.
¿Por qué engañarse y mentirse?
Sé vos, nomás, y al mundo salvarás. Aunque muchos lo hagan difícil.
Sigámosnos como hasta acá, prometiéndome que lo entendiste.
Digamos "fue", si algo anda mal.
Cumple sus sueños quien resiste.
Yo sé, dirás: "muy duro es aguantar". Mas, quien aguanta es el que existe.
Si aquel se va, no llores, ni mires atrás. Aunque muchos te lo hagan triste.
La vida busca instruirte.

by Almafuerte

Sea

Tantas encrucijadas quedan atrás. Todos los altibajos de la marea. Todos los sarampiones que ya pasé.
Yo llevo tu sonrisa como bandera y que sea lo que sea. Lo que no, por algo será.
No creo en la eternidad de las peleas, ni en las recetas de la felicidad.
Cuando pase el recibo mis primaveras y la suerte esté echada a descansar, yo miraré tu foto en mi billetera.

El que quiera creer, que crea. El que no, su razón tendrá.
Yo suelto mi canción en la ventolera y que la escuche quien la quiera escuchar.

by Jorge Dexler y Mercedes Sosa

Zona de Promesas

Mamá sabe bien. Perdí una batalla.
Quiero regresar solo a besarla.

No está mal temer que el río sangre y calme al contarle mis plegarias.

Mamá sabe bien. Pequeña princesa.
Cuando regresé, todo quemaba.
No está mal sumergirme, otra vez.
Ni temer que el río sangre y calme.

Razón de Vivir

Para decidir si sigo poniendo este sangre en tierra.
Este corazón que bate su parche Sol y tinieblas.

Para continuar caminando al sol por estos desiertos.
Para recalcar que estoy vivo en medio de tantos muertos.
Para decidir, para continuar.
Para recalcar y considerar.
Para aligerar este duro peso de nuestros días.
Y esta soledad que llevamos todos, islas perdidas.

Para descartar esta sensación de perderlo todo.
Para analizar por dónde seguir y elegir el modo.
Para aligerar, para descartar. Para analizar y considerar.
Para combinar lo bello y la luz, sin perder distancia.
Para estar con vos sin perder el ángel de la nostalgia.
Para descubrir que la vida va sin pedirnos nada, y considerar que todo es hermoso y no cuesta nada.

Para combinar, para estar con vos.
Para descubrir y considerar.
Para no temblar cuando el tiempo indique que ya no hay tiempo y abrazar la luz, que siembra en nosotros su amor inmenso.

Para florecer junto a la esperanza del hombre nuevo.
Para imaginar que no hay imposibles y alzar el vuelo.
Para no temblar, para florecer.
Para imaginar y considerar sin recular.

Ella Es Un Ángel - Papo

Ella es como un Angel
Que vuela al ras
No tiene inocencia
Ya la dejó de usar
Ella vino a buscar
Nada más que a encontrar
Su amor
Y es increíble cómo maneja su plenitud
Ella está sola
En alas de papel
Y atraviesa la espesura

Ahora está sola
En la multitud
Y está escuchando
Johnny B. Goode
Ella vino a buscar
Nada más que a encontrar
Su amor
Y es increíble cómo maneja su plenitud

Gracias a la Vida

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me dio dos luceros que, cuando los abro, perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco; en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado; y en las multitudes, el hombre que yo amo.

Me ha dado el oído, que en todo su ancho graba noche y día grillos y canarios; martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos; y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.

Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario. Con él, las palabras que pienso y declaro: madre, amigo, hermano y luz alumbrando la ruta del alma del que estoy amando.

Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados. Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos; playas y desiertos; montañas y llanos; y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.

Me dio el corazón que agita su marco cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano; cuando miro el bueno, tan lejos del malo; cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros.

Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto. Así yo distingo, dicha de quebranto.

cover by Joan Baez

Que No Me Pierda - Diego Torres

Que no me pierda en la noche
Que no me duerma en el vino
Que no me pierda en el camino
En el abrazo de la gente que
Tiene el corazón frío

Que no me pierda en la bruma
Que no me duerma en el ruido
Que no me encuentre confundido
En el canto del que adula y que
Sólo juega conmigo

Que no me pierda
En el aplauso indiferente
De esa gente que aparenta conmigo
Que no me pierda
En un mundo que no entiende
Que ha vendido ya su alma y sentido

Que no me pierda en la tarde
Que no me duerma vencido
Que no me pierda en el aire
Cansado de respirar

Que no me pierda en la sombra
Que no me duerma en el brillo
Que no me pierda en el cariño
Del que jura que calcula y que
Nunca ha sido mi amigo

Que no me pierda en la duda
Que no me duerma rendido
Que no me pierda convencido
En el llanto del que miente y que ya
Empeñó su destino

Mujeres Fatal

Hay mujeres que arrastran maletas cargadas de lluvia.
Hay mujeres que nunca reciben postales de amor.
Hay mujeres que sueñan con trenes llenos de soldados.
Hay mujeres que dicen que sí cuando dicen que no.

Hay mujeres que bailan desnudas en cárceles de oro.
Hay mujeres que buscan deseo y encuentran piedad.
Hay mujeres atadas de manos y pies al olvido. Hay mujeres que huyen perseguidas por su soledad.

Hay mujeres que tocan y curan, que besan y matan.
Hay mujeres que ni cuando mienten dicen la verdad.
Hay mujeres que exploran secretas estancias del alma.
Hay mujeres que empiezan la guerra firmando la paz.

Hay mujeres envueltas en pieles sin cuerpo debajo.
Hay mujeres en cuyas caderas no se pone el Sol.
Hay mujeres que van al amor como van al trabajo.
Hay mujeres capaces de hacerme perder la razón.
Hay mujeres que compran a plazos un nicho en el cielo. Hay mujeres que cambian abrazos por ramos de azahar.

Hay mujeres veneno, mujeres imán.
Hay mujeres consuelo, mujeres puñal.
Hay mujeres de fuego. Hay mujeres de hielo.
Mujeres fatal.

Reina del Caos - Rebeca Lane

A quien conviene el orden que se mantiene?
Perdonen, pero el optimismo ya no me sostiene.

Hago lo que puedo, pero no es suficiente.
Aunque intente no entiendo al resto de la gente.
¿Qué más da? Si igual no me entiendo a mí.
Vivo en conflicto y no sé a dónde ir.
Si no me hace reír prefiero no seguir.
Si no me vibra el corazón prefiero huir.

No encuentro la respuesta, o no recuerdo la pregunta.
Quiero claridad, pero solo encuentro penumbra.
Pero el dolor alumbra y mis cicatrices brillaran con cada mirada que amor le apunta.
Reina y señora del caos que me habita.
A veces tirana a veces proscrita.

Soy - Miss Bolivia

De madre guerrera.
Abuelos inmigrantes.

Infancia heavy.
Síntomas que aún perduran.
Siempre rozando la locura.
Siempre supe que el amor todo lo cura.

Salió animal, única, lúdica, musical y pensante.
Vivo la vida a cada instante.

Dicen que soy rara.
Me gusta estar sola.

Soy como un grano de arena
Soy lo que parió mi vieja.
Soy lo que yo inventé.
Soy cada lágrima que derramé.

Me ensucio en esta , como si fuera lodo.
Lo pruebo, le doy, y si falla, me jodo.
Voy siempre fiel a mi destino, codo a codo.
Me lleva el norte, el norte es mío.
Lo imprimo cada mañana, es mi desafío.
Y entonces conspiro y suspiro.
Y cuando llega la noche.
Miro la luna y sonrío.

Cada vez que me muero de pena, cierro los ojos. Conozco el camino de vuelta al mar.

Run Of The Mill

Everyone has choice, when to or not to raise their voices.
It's you that decides, which way you will turn
while feeling that our love's not your concern.

No one around you will carry the blame for you.
No one around you will love you today and throw it all away.
Tomorrow when you rise...
Another day for you to realise me.
Or send me down again.
As the days stand up on end you've got me wondering how I lost your friendship.

Though I'm beside you, I can't carry the blame for you
I may decide to get out with your blessing.
Where I'll carry on guessing.

How high will you leap?
Will you make enough for you to reap it?
Only you'll arrive at your own made end.
With no one but yourself to be offended.
It's you that decides.

by George Harrison

Gold Dust Woman

Rock on, Gold Dust Woman.
Take your silver spoon, dig your grave.
Heartless challenge.
Pick your path and I'll pray.

Wake up in the morning.
See your sunrise, loves to go down.
Lousy lovers pick their prey.
But they never cry out loud.

Did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now? Do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home.

by Fleetwood Mac

The Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's ok

That's why the lady is a tramp

by Frank Sinatra

The Lucky One

She had it in her own time
To get away and try to find
Somewhere to go, to run
She saw the world through open eyes
And never let a soul inside
Don't come too close, so close
Baby thinks she's smart, but what about her heart?

Like a wild bird of prey, like a thief in the night
You can take what you want, and you don't think twice
Cause the world's in your hands, you got all you want
And you won't change a thing, you're the lucky one

Her soul was strong, her heart was tough
And when she felt she had enough
She tore herself away
Love in the dark is all you see
Get what you want, not what you need
You look the other way
Never letting on to what it's all become

by Laura Branigan

Head Over Heels - ABBA

She has a personal style.
Some people like it. Others tend to go wild.
You hear her voice everywhere and with no trace of hesitation, she keeps going.
Head over heels, breaking her way, setting the pace.
Pushing through unknown jungles every day.
She's a girl with a taste for the world.
Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace.
She's extreme, if you know what I mean.

Woodstock

I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
I asked him, "Tell me, where are you going?"
He said, "I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm
Gonna join in a rock 'n' roll band
Got to get back to the land
Set my soul free"

Well, then can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog
I feel myself a cog.
In something turning.
Maybe it's the time of year.
Maybe it's the time of man.
I don't know who I am.
But life is for learning

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon
We are caught in the devil's bargain
We've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Yo No Quiero Volverme Tan Loco

Yo no quiero volverme tan loco.
Yo no quiero vestirme de rojo.
Yo no quiero morir en el mundo hoy.
Yo no quiero ya verte tan triste.
Yo no quiero saber lo que hiciste.
Yo no quiero esta pena en mi corazón.
Escucho el beat de un tambor entre la desolación, de una radio en una calle desierta.
Están las puertas cerradas y las ventanas también ¿No será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor en la era del color. La televisión está en las vidrieras.
Toda esa gente parada que tiene grasa en la piel, no se entera ni que el mundo da vueltas.
Yo no quiero meterme en problemas.
Yo no quiero asuntos que queman.
Yo tan solo les digo que es un bajón.
Yo no quiero sembrar la anarquía.
Yo no quiero vivir como digan.
Tengo algo que darte en mi corazón.
Escucho un tango y un rock y presiento que soy yo, y quisiera ver al mundo de fiesta.
Veo tantas chicas castradas y tantos tontos que al fin. Yo no sé si vivir tanto les cuesta.
Yo quiero ver muchos más delirantes por ahí, bailando en una calle cualquiera.
En Buenos Aires se ve que ya no hay tiempo de más. La alegría no es solo brasilera.
Yo no quiero vivir paranoico.
Yo no quiero ver chicos con odio.
Yo no quiero sentir esta depresión.
Voy buscando el placer de estar vivo.

by Charly García

Rhiannon

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night.
Wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight.
Who will be her lover?

She is like a cat in the dark.
Then she is to darkness.
She rules her life like a fine skylark.
When the sky is starless
You've never seen woman taken by the wind.

Dreams unwind, love is a state of mind.

by Fleetwood Mac

Me And I - ABBA

Sometimes when I'm mad, there's a part of me that seems to be a little sad.
Sometimes when I scream, there's a voice in me that says "You shouldn't be so mean".
Part of me is acting while the other stands beside.
I am to myself what Jekyll must have been to Hyde.

We're like Sun and rainy weather.
Sometimes we're a hit together.
Gloomy moods and inspiration.
We're a funny combination.

Layla.

What will you do when you get lonely?
Nodoby's waiting by your side.?
You've been running and hiding much too long.
You know it's just your foolish pride.

Darling, won't you ease my worried mind?

Make the best of the situation, before I finally go insane.
Please, don't say we'll never find a way or tell me all my love's in vain.

Encanto's song that hit home.

I just made something unexpected. Something sharp, something new.
It's not symmetrical or perfect, but it's beautiful and it's mine.
What else can I do?
What could I do if I just grew what I was feelin' in the moment?
What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect?
It just needed to be? And they'd let me be?
Palma de cera fills the air as I climb and push through.
I wanna feel the shiver of something new.
I'm so sick of pretty, I want something true, don't you?

You just seem like your life's been a dream since the moment you opened your eyes.
(How far do these roots go down?) All I know are the blossoms you grow, but it's awesome to see how you rise.

What can you do when you are deeply, madly, truly in the moment?
What can you do when you know who you wanna be is imperfect?
But I'll still be okay.

I Love Me.

Flipping through all these magazines, telling me who I'm supposed to be.
I'm way too good at camouflage. Can't see what I am, I just see what I'm not.
I'm guilty about everything that I eat. Feeling myself is a felony.
Jedi level sabotage. Voices in my head make up my entourage.

I'm a black belt when I'm beating up on myself, but I'm an expert at giving love to somebody else.

Why do I compare myself to everyone?
And I always got my finger on the self-destruct.
Why am I always looking for a ride or die?
Mine is the only heart I'm gonna have for life.
After all the times I went and fucked it up.
I wonder when I love me is enough.

Haters that live on the internet, live in my head. They should be paying rent.
I'm way too good at listening. All these comments are fucking up my energy.

by Demi Lovato

All Of The Girls You Loved Before.

When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone.
Wake up in the morning with someone, but feeling alone.

A heart is drawn around your name. In someone's handwriting, not mine.
We're sneaking out into town, holding hands, killing time.

Your past and mine are parallel lines.
Stars all aligned, they intertwined and taught you the way you call me baby.
Treat me like a lady, all that I can say is:
All of the girls you loved before made you the one I've fallen for.
Every dead-end street led you straight to me.
Now you're all I need, I'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before.

When I think of all the makeup, fake love out on the town.
Crying in the bathroom for some dude whose name I cannot remember now.

Secret jokes all alone. No one's home, sixteen and wild.
We're breaking up, making up, leave without saying goodbye.

Just know that it's everything that made me.
Now I call you baby, that's why you're so amazing.

Your mother brought you up loyal and kind.
Teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye.
Every woman that you knew brought you here.

by T.S.

Pretty Girl.

I can swear, I can joke, I say what's on my mind. I keep up with the guys.
And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world. Fuck your ribbons and your pearls.
I'm a daughter and a sister.
Sometimes it's hard for me to show that I'm more than just a rumor.

Some days I'm broke, some days I'm rich.
Some days I'm nice, some days I can be a bitch.
Some days I'm strong, some days I quit.
I don't let it show, but I've been through some shit.

I'm more than just a number.
I'm a hater, I'm a lover.
Sometimes it's hard for me to show.

by Maggie Lindemann

Hace tiempo este tema es parte de mis raíces. Me resulta bonito recordar que esta batalla la gané.

Hall Of Mirrors - Siouxsie and the Banshees

She stepped into the hall of mirrors, where she discovered a reflection of herself.
Sometimes she saw her real face. Sometimes a stranger at her place.

Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass.
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass.

She fell in love with the image of herself and suddenly the picture was distorted.
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass.

She made up the person she wanted to be and changed into a new personality.
The artist is living in the mirror with the echoes of himself.

Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass.
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass.
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass.

Body - Julia Michaels

Sorry I'm a bitch to you. I know that I'm the reason that you're so insecure.
Think that I know better, as I get a little older.
Think I learned my lesson, because now I'm feeling empty.

And you say: "Why do you talk to yourself like that?"
I say: "I don't know why."
You say all of these things are just in my mind.

You said I harp on you too much. So you put a sweatshirt on because you gave up. Watch TV, still in your makeup.
You stayed in it until you waked up. And you wiped it off when we made up.

I wanna love my body like you love my body.
I wanna look in the mirror and tell it that it's beautiful, like you do.
And I don't see what you see, but I want to.

Dying On The Inside - Nessa Barrett

You should take it as a compliment. If I were you, I would be more confident. You're lucky that you're pretty, why are you obsessed? I don't wanna hear it, you're fine.

It's been my best kept secret for a while now. No one ever sees it but it's all around. It's the dinner conversation no one talks about. Don't know how much longer I can keep this down.

Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade.
Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything. Honestly it's eating me alive.
Did you change your hair? Did you lose a bit of weight? You should keep it up cause it really looks great.

I wish I could break the mirror that makes me feel like I should fucking disappear.
And drown my demons in a bathtub filled with tears. No matter what I try they always seem to come back to life

What if I didn't do this to my body? What if I quit, and then you don't want me?