Posted on 21:17 by Sink
Acertada canción para un acertado momento...
ya casi sin tiempo para nada, ni para el blog...
Al menos pude disfrutar de la escueta lluvia del otro día. definitivamente caminar solo tarde y un cigarro es lo que me da un poco de calma...
Posted on 22:12 by Sink
Girl: I need space. I need the time to just figure out who I am
Ya know…and It’s not you. It’s totally not you… It’s me and the timing of it.
I’m trying to find out who I am.
And I can’t really do that If Im still trying to figure out who you are at the same time.
Boy: (To waitress) Can I get an extra plate please.
Girl: I feel like we gave it a really good go…ya know…but it’s time for us to just move on.
Boy: (nods as he dazes into her eyes words turn to nothingness)
(he reaches over picks up the butter knife and she continues to talk)
(stabbing his chest he carves a hole, reaches in and withdrawals this heart placing it on the plate)
For you. (as he pushes his heart on a plate to her)
Girl: You do realize I’m breaking up with you right.
Boy: That’s the strange thing.
It’s actually yours now.
I don’t know why it works this way, but Im never going to be able to get over you and so
from now on every girl I meet will be meticoulsy compared to you and unfortuntaley none of them will be able to measure up to the false memory of what you and I once had (gesturing quotations marks with his fingers)
Girl: Well maybe I can just keep it for a little while and use it for small things like when I’ve had areally shity day or I need someone to talk to or if I need someone to move something really heavy And then eventually I’ll give it back to you when we both find someone new.
Boy: Unfortunately it wont work that way.
Girl: Why not?
Boy: Well now that you have my heart Im pretty much an empty cavity inside. For lack of a better term “heartless” I will now treat each woman with a passive aggressive contensiousness that will ruin Relationship after relationship for many years to come
Girl: ( she looks at him in disbelief)(long pause)
I really treasure you friendship so much…hello…are you even listening to me?
Boy: (looks from window to her) No
Posted on 0:20 by Sink
En un brake de mis estudios por random aparecio en mis oidos esta cancion que ilustra perfectamente el rompimiento y la situacion de mierda de "conversar" post algo
si alguien puede encontrar (o entender la conversacion entre ellos hagalo)
Posted on 8:32 by Sink
Corto y preciso
"la marcianita" , tiene sexto sentido... intuye cuando escucho musica
suena @absolut:/media/cdrom0/The Cure - Complete Discography$ cd The\ Cure\ -\ 20\ -\ Bloodflowers\ \(2000\)/04-Maybe\ Someday.mp3
ps.- Absolut es el nombre de mi maquina
