So far away

Walking and looking

Expecting and forgetting

Escaping and feeling dissappointed

Running into a new empty place

Ventanas sin salida

Una ventana que no abre para ningun lado.
Una historia sin principio ni final.
Un nudo que no une dos lazos, una niña, que sigue caminando

Into the wild

No eches raíces, no te establezcas. Cambia a menudo de lugar, lleva una vida nómada… No necesitas tener a alguien contigo para traer una nueva luz a tu vida. Está ahí fuera, sencillamente.

Please stay

Culpa

Juro que esta vez no tuve la culpa, fuiste vos, el que busco los mil y un caminos que nos unian, mientras encontrabas mil y dos que te unían a ella, fuiste vos el que dejo la puerta abierta, aun sabiendo que ibas a entrar por la puerta de ella, esa a la que yo no llego, que ni siquiera veo. Elegiste aquella puerta y te entiendo, o te respeto, pero vos respetame, vos entendeme, vos no la sigas, no me busques, no hagas que me pierda, no me confundas, no te confundas, cada vez se hace mas dificil dejar todo atras.
Por que no dejamos que sea solo esa original /divertida /anecdotica aventura? Por que no dejamos que quede un lindo recuerdo? ahh cierto, vos me lo pediste, vos me buscaste, vos quisiste jugar nuestro juego, sin dejar de jugar el de ella, o tengo que decir el de ustedes?

Cosa linda

Cosas buenas tiene el hombre, y a veces no las sabe disfrutar,
y se amarga por la voces, que le dicen que no puede progresar,
y se siente lastimado, por lo poco que le importan los demás,
y se siente defraudado, si no tiene a quien jusgar.
Cosa linda me trajo la vida, que no necesito más,
no le importa si tengo plata o si no, y no deja de cantar.

una mas, una menos

Y cada vez se vuelve mas dificil...

I'm lying on my bed like a dead buddy. I can hardly hear my heart, everything is melting around me

Day 19

A talent of yours

Y volviste, te llegó el dia. Ahora juntos en la India somos dos extraños, pasó tanto tiempo...
Africa para mi cuando para vos Europa no se si era mejor, pero estaba acostumbrada, es mi lugar.
Aunque acompañada pueda conocer el mundo, se que a donde siempre vuelvo es a mi Africa,
ese lugar de donde no te puedo considerar parte, porque aunque lo supimos vivir juntos, para mi sos el clasico europeo, ese dandy desalineado.
Vos alla y yo en Africa, asi era nuestra historia.
Un correo anticuado y kilometros de distancia, asi era nuetra relación.
El Mediterraneo era el mejor mediador, silencioso y esperanzado,
pero decidimos dar un paso al costado, ahora entre Holi y el Ganges pasa nuestra vida.
Cada mañana pienso en mis niños de piel café que dejé atras, pienso en resignarte, solo para poder regresar

Day 5

Your favorite quote

my things

I wanna burning soul

I got it, but now's going

And we couldn’t wait to grow up.

Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up.

Courage, we all suffer, keep going

Just what i needed to read now.

In the middle of this entire happiness, I can recognise that what I try to cover, appears
What we hide is still there
And no one understood

They didn't get that I just didn't want
I didn't feel like
it didn't make me happy.
And for once, just once
I had decided to look for my happiness

before yours

Being blue

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

So I'm starting

NO ONE IS GOING TO LOVE YOU IF YOU DON'T LOVE YOURSELF

A Big Step

A peaceful silence was dominating the entire house during that night, a clock was running endlessly, for hours and hours, every second was followed by another one and it kept repeating incessantly. Her room was invaded by that creepy darkness, but there was only one window which could bring some white and clear light to the room. Even though it was not enough, it could illuminate her messy closet and some random clothes scattered on the wooden floor. The light was also reflected on the rectangular mirror, and through it you could see that shiny window and the trees that abounded outside, next to it, there were tons papers and books spread on her desk. Suddenly a sharp sound howls every corner of her room, and there she was, Candace, waking up, starting a new day, different from any other.


Goodbye everybody. She took that plane from Argentina to US, that plane that broke the bubble where she was locked, where she couldn’t grow and she let herself be influenced by the others. That flight left so much behind and opened big doors, opened her mind. It came for a purpose, to let her grow. But to accomplish it she had to forget about things that were not going to help her do it. She forgot about how much she had in Buenos Aires. She forgot about those routine week days, going to school by car with her lovely grandma and her cousins. Those extremely freezing or hot morning in school having so much fun with her classmates while they were in class, or the happiness that awaked her after the bell rang, the first break on Monday mornings, and going out of class with her friends, to some breakfast and talk about stories of that Saturday or Sunday night. She forgot about those awesome girls that made her happy everyday and helped her every time she asked for it. She forgot about those crazy evenings where she had laugh with them for so much time and couldn’t find anything that stop them. She didn’t remember about that great summer in the country side with them, sleeping in that huge tent next to the river and staying awake until they could see the beautiful sunrise. Or that habitual Sundays, having barbecue or empanadas with her family and cousins after mass.


Those were things that she had forget, while she was in Washington, so that she could go out of that big bubble, and have a great opportunity to change herself and appreciate everything that she was going to have. But she kept some memories, memories that make her be how she is, she does remember those Sundays mornings that smelled of fresh grass and the wind of those summers days that shacked thins and giant trees, the sound of the water that run through the river, she does remember getting up, and having breakfast with her family and a sweet voice that told her every morning “Today is going to be a great day”.


The alarm clock was going to ring for the second time when she woke up. 7.45, fifteen minutes to do everything, her dad was going to pick her up at 8 to go to school. First day of school and being nervous was making her sick, she didn’t really know what she was going to find in there. Was she going to be the only one from another country? Was there somebody who can speak Spanish with her? Was she going to understand every single English word? She didn’t know if all that was going to happened, but she was very sure about one thing, this experience was really going to make her change in so many ways that she was going to be a different person, but still with the same qualities that make her be Candace.

c.j.

So dreaming lets you know that reality exists.

Sometimes you need to go faraway, you need to escape, the reality is so tiring that you look for a door, a window maybe that lets you go far.
Somedays while looking, you find the place, that small piece of earth where you are what you want, you do what you feel, you smile, and you breath deeply.
But them reality is calling, the every day routine shouts your name, you go back to he reality, waiting to escape again.

IN MY HEAD