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he's
the beautifulest
fragilest
still strong
dark
and do I know
.

You're gonna have to ask nicer than that

You almost always pick the best times 
to drop the worst lines,
You almost made me cry again this time.
Another false alarm,
red flashing lights.
Well this time I'm not going to watch myself die.
I think I made it a game to play your game
and let myself cry,
I buried myself alive on the inside
so I could shut you out
and let you go away for a long time.

~

Las tazas sobre el mantel,
La lluvia derramada,
Un poco de miel
Un poco de miel
No basta.
El eclipse no fue parcial
Y cegó nuestras miradas,
Te ví que llorabas,
Te ví que llorabas,
Por él.
Té para tres.
Un sorbo de distracción,
Buscando descifrarnos.
No hay nada mejor 
no hay nada mejor 
Que casa.
Té para tres.

Soda Stereo.

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Lucero Lange es una blogger que conocí gracias a uno de mis hermanos postizos Tomás, porque su forma de escribir le recordaba a la mía. 
Lo que sigue es un fragmento de su última entrada.


"Los lentes los uso todo el tiempo porque tengo miopía. Alguna vez, miti en chiste, miti de verdad, dije que mi miopía era una continuación de mi forma de ver al mundo: nada tiene límites claros, no hay líneas divisorias, es difícil ver dónde termina algo y dónde empieza otra cosa, no existen blancos y negros. Pero la mayor parte del tiempo tengo que usar los lentes, sino me pisaría un auto en cada esquina, no reconocería ni a mi vieja en la calle, me perdería de acariciar perros, me asustaría con cada bolsa de basura que esté tirada...

Cuando llueve y voy caminando por la calle no me queda otra opción que sacarme los lentes. Vuelvo a ver al mundo con mis ojos como lo veo en mi mente.

Así como a veces me saco los lentes y veo con mis ojos al mundo de otra forma, a veces mi mente no puede analizar como antes, los grises se agotan y necesito definirme por blanco o negro. Las decisiones más importantes, los posicionamientos más personales, esos exigen blanco o negro.

Sentada en ese café, me saco los lentes ante la mina de los tatuajes. La quiero ver sin vidrios en el medio. Le digo, ya sin rodeos, lo que quiero decir. Y es eso, que necesito un blanco o un negro, que ya no puedo soportar ser la persona que se violenta ante quien ama. Y la única forma de dejar de sentir eso es cortar la relación. ¿Por qué me violento? Porque me sentí abandonada. Y remarla, meterle onda, laburarla o cualquiera de esas expresiones no pueden hacer nada al respecto. El abandono siempre deja cicatriz. Y para que cicatrice algo, hay que no tocarse la herida, no sacarle la cascarita. Seguir la relación sería sacarle constantemente la cascarita. Una relación no es una lastimadura, ya lo sé. Pero duele. Y más, mucho más. Pero más duele dejar de amar de a poco y recuerdo esa frase que tanto amaba en mi adolescencia que decía que es preferible arder que apagarse lentamente." 

(http://asiquesoslesbiana.blogspot.com.ar/2012/05/sigo-prefiriendo-arder.html)

Creo que está de más decir que me siento más que identificada, muchas veces incluso siento que habla por mí. 

Y eso que tengo astigmatismo hipermetrópico, no miopía.

Take The Pill

Take the pill that makes you weaker,
Take the pill that makes you sick,
Take the pill or you’ll be sorry,
Take this bloody pill and make it quick.

Take the pill that kills your sex drive,
Take the pill that makes you cry,
Take the pill that burns your insides,
Take the pill that makes you want to die.

Be careful what you say,
Today could be your day.

You no longer rule your body,
You no longer own those rights,
You will wake up when we say so,
You will sleep when we shut out the lights.

Enjoy your stay,
‘Cause you can’t run away.

Get back in line, get back in line, get back in line.
Get back in line, get back in line, get back in line.

You’ll be just fine.

Take the pill that keeps you quiet,

Take the pill that keeps you blind,
Take the pill that wipes your memory,
Take the pill that’s fucking with your mind.

That’s all you have to lose,
That’s funny.

Best that you’re not procreating,
Best that you don’t multiply,
Better still, let’s sterilize you,
Take this pill, the Doctor’s standing by.

Pull up your skirt,
And yes, it’s going to hurt…

Don’t you wanna be sedated?
Don’t you want to ease this pain?
If the pills are not effective,
Then we will electroshock your brain.

We are not happy with your progress,
You’re not yet considered “sane”,
If these pills are not effective,
We’ll electroshock your brain.

Don’t even think of spitting out,
We know your tricks, we’re on to you;
We will check underneath your tongue,
We know exactly what you’ll do.

Your accusations are a joke,
Your credibility is shot,
Just keep your eyes down and your mouth shut,
That’s the only choice you’ve got.

So you’re a Doctor and I am just a crazy little girl…
Who would you believe?
Well he’s a Doctor and you are just a crazy fucking bitch…
Who would you believe?

We’ve filled your prescription, you’ll never run out again.
We’ve filled your prescription, the drugs are your only friend.
We’ve filled your prescription, you’ll never run out again.
We’ve filled your prescription, the drugs are your only friend.

Now, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill,
Take it, take it, take it, take it,
Take it, take it, take it, take it,
Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow,
Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow.

Emilie Autumn

Daughter of the rain and snow ('cause it's burning in the bloodline, it's coming down the family tree)

Ellos siempre me van a hacer mal, de ahí salí, de ahí vengo, del caos.

Absolutely sane and coherent under the given circumstances

If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving?
If you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer 
and they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer 
and forget you, mister, then you'll miss me won't you? 
Won't you miss me? Won't you miss me? 
WON'T YOU MISS ME?

Nod, nod.

No don't go round to see him tonight,
he's already made such a mess of your life.
Find something else to do with your time,
and do it quickly while you've still got the chance.

You're not his mother,
you're not sister and brother.
He's not even your lover.
He's just a piece of luggage you should throw away.

Nü

She can't see the landscape anymore,
It's all painted in her grief,
All of her history etched out at her feet.

Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place,
Echoes and warning, mountains of tenderness.

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together,
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.
'Cause it's burning through the bloodline,
It's coming down the family tree,
Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me.

She wants the silence but fears the solitude,
She wants to be alone and together with you.
So she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see,
She's sober at the lighthouse and then washed out to sea.

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together,
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.
'Cause it's burning through the bloodline,
It's coming down the family tree,
Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me.

I wanna give you back the open sky,
Give you back the open sea,
Open up the ages, darling, for you to see.

You put the gun into your mouth to die, 
You put the lid and spit out,
'Cause it's running in the family,
Oh the rich and... 

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together,
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.
Cause it's burning through the bloodline,
It's coming down the family tree,
Rolling in the landscape, darling, in between you and me.

Florence + The Machine