some days come again...

no i won't do it again, i don't want to pretend
if it can't be like before i've got to let it end
i don't want what i was, i had a change of head
but maybe someday...
yeah maybe someday

i've got to let it go and leave it gone
just walk away, stop it going on
get too scared to jump if i wait too long
but maybe someday...

i'll see you smile as you call my name
start to feel, and it feels the same
and i know that maybe someday's come
maybe someday's come...
again!

so tell me someday's come tell me some days come again...

no i won't do it some more, doesn't take any sense
if it can't be like it was, i've got to let it rest
i don't want what i did, i had a change of tense
but maybe someday...

i'll see you smile as you call my name
start to feel, and it feels the same
and i know that maybe someday's come
maybe someday's come...

if i could do it again maybe just once more
think i could make it work like i did it before
if i could try it out
if i could just be sure
that maybe someday is the last time
yeah maybe someday is the end
oh maybe someday is when it all stops
or maybe someday always comes again...

- the cure (maybe someday)

I LhOaVtE YOU!!

Tengo miedo de verte
necesidad de verte
esperanza de verte
desazones de verte

tengo ganas de hallarte
preocupación de hallarte
certidumbre de hallarte
pobres dudas de hallarte

tengo urgencia de oírte
alegría de oírte
buena suerte de oírte
y temores de oírte

o sea
resumiendo
estoy jodido
y radiante
quizá más lo primero
que lo segundo
y también
viceversa.

-mario benedetti (viceversa)

Rostro de Vos...

Tengo una soledad
tan concurrida
tan llena de nostalgias
y de rostros de vos
de adioses hace tiempo
y besos bienvenidos
de primeras de cambio
y de último vagón.

Tengo una soledad
tan concurrida
que puedo organizarla
como una procesión
por colores
tamaños
y promesas
por época
por tacto
y por sabor.

Sin temblor de más
me abrazo a tus ausencias
que asisten y me asisten
con mi rostro de vos.

Estoy lleno de sombras
de noches y deseos
de risas y de alguna
maldición.

Mis huéspedes concurren
concurren como sueños
con sus rencores nuevos
su falta de candor
yo les pongo una escoba
tras la puerta
porque quiero estar solo
con mi rostro de vos.

Pero el rostro de vos
mira a otra parte
con sus ojos de amor
que ya no aman
como víveres
que buscan su hambre
miran y miran
y apagan mi jornada.

Las paredes se van
queda la noche
las nostalgias se van
no queda nada.

Ya mi rostro de vos
cierra los ojos
y es una soledad
tan desolada.

-Benedetti-

infatuation:

infatuation:

n object of extravagant short-lived passion
		Category Tree: psychological feature ╚cognition; knowledge; noesis ╚content; cognitive content; mental object ╚object ╚infatuation
	2	infatuation
				foolish and usually extravagant passion or love or admiration

1. A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction.

2. An impulsive, irrational, often shallow and short-term romantic love; Planned Parenthood define it as: ' Impulsive, usually short-lived, emotional and erotic attachment to another person.'. Steinberg refers to infatuated love as the emotion felt when there is passion in the absence of intimacy and commitment. Infatuation is also described as unripe love or a crush because it is usually shallow, short-lived, and based on superficial qualities such as sex appeal and physical attractiveness; if it lasts long enough, it may ripen into genuine love.


"I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being." - Edward Gibbon


"I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year." - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Another great song that gets me...

While My Guitar Gently Weeps, by George Harrison

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps.
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love,
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning,
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too.
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping,
While my guitar gently weeps.
I then look at you all,
Still my guitar gently weeps.

One by U2 (another song that cave in)

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

The Darker Days of Me and Him by PJ Harvey

Promises, promises
I'm feeling burned
You taught me a lesson
I didn't want to learn

Why did I come here?
Please tell me again
Why did you ask me?
Don't say you forget

I long for, I long for
I long for my home
I long for a land where
No man was ever known

With no neurosis
No psychosis
No psychoanalysis
And no sadness

I'll pick up the pieces
I'll carry on somehow
Tape the broken parts together
And limp this love around

Limp this love around