Cuando yo me vaya

Cuando yo me vaya, no quiero que llores,
quédate en silencio, sin decir palabras,
y vive recuerdos, reconforta el alma.

Cuando yo me duerma, respeta mi sueño,
por algo me duermo; por algo me he ido.


Si sientes mi ausencia, no pronuncies nada,
y casi en el aire, con paso muy fino,
búscame en mi casa,
búscame en mis libros,
búscame en mis cartas,
y entre los papeles que he escrito apurado.

Ponte mis camisas, mi sweater, mi saco
y puedes usar todos mis zapatos.

Te presto mi cuarto, mi almohada, mi cama,
y cuando haga frío, ponte mis bufandas.
Te puedes comer todo el chocolate
y beberte el vino que dejé guardado.
Escucha ese tema que a mí me gustaba,
usa mi perfume y riega mis plantas.

Si tapan mi cuerpo, no me tengas lástima,
corre hacia el espacio, libera tu alma,
palpa la poesía, la música, el canto
y deja que el viento juegue con tu cara.
Besa bien la tierra, toma toda el agua
y aprende el idioma vivo de los pájaros.

Si me extrañas mucho, disimula el acto,
búscame en los niños, el café, la radio
y en el sitio ése donde me ocultaba.

No pronuncies nunca la palabra muerte.
A veces es más triste vivir olvidado
que morir mil veces y ser recordado.

Cuando yo me duerma,
no me lleves flores a una tumba amarga,
grita con la fuerza de toda tu entraña
que el mundo está vivo y sigue su marcha.

La llama encendida no se va a apagar
por el simple hecho de que no esté más.

Los hombres que “viven” no se mueren nunca,
se duermen de a ratos, de a ratos pequeños,
y el sueño infinito es sólo una excusa.

Cuando yo me vaya, extiende tu mano,
y estarás conmigo sellada en contacto,
y aunque no me veas,
y aunque no me palpes,
sabrás que por siempre estaré a tu lado.

Entonces, un día, sonriente y vibrante,
sabrás que volví para no marcharme.

Carlos Alberto Boaglio

Give me love- Ed Sheeran

Give me love like her, 'Cause lately I've been waking up alone.  
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt, Told you I'd let them go.  
And that I'll fight my corner, Maybe tonight I'll call ya,  
After my blood turns into alcohol, No I just wanna hold ya,
Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,  
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My my, my my-y oh give me love,  
My my, my my-y oh give me love,
My my, my my-y oh give me love
Give me love like never before, 'Cause lately I've been craving more.  
And it's been a while but I still feel the same,  Maybe I should let you go
You know I'll fight my corner, And that tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood, is drowning in alcohol, No I just wanna hold ya,
Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,
 All I want is the taste that your lips allow,  
My my, my my-y, oh give me love  
Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out  
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
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Zahara- Con las Ganas

Recuerdo que al llegar ni me miraste,
fui solo una más de cientos
y, sin embargo, fueron tuyos
los primeros voleteos.

Cómo no pude darme cuenta
que hay ascensores prohibidos,
que hay pecados compartidos,
y que tú estabas tan cerca.

Me disfrazo de ti.
Te disfrazas de mí.
Y jugamos a ser humanos
en esta habitación gris.

Muerdo el agua por ti.
Te deslizas por mí.
Y jugamos a ser dos gatos
que no se quieren dormir.

Mis anclajes no pararon tus instintos,
ni los tuyos, mis quejidos.
Y dejo correr mis tuercas
y que hormigas me retuerzan.

Quiero que no dejes de estrujarme
sin que yo te diga nada.
Que tus yemas sean lagañas
enganchadas a mis vértices.

Me disfrazo de ti.
Te disfrazas de mí.
Y jugamos a ser humanos
en esta habitación gris.

Muerdo el agua por ti.
Te deslizas por mí.
Y jugamos a ser dos gatos
que no se quieren dormir.

No sé que acabó sucediendo,
sólo sentí dentro dardos.
Nuestra incómoda postura
se dilató en el espacio

Se me hunde el dolor en el costado,
se me nublan los recodos,
tengo sed y estoy tragando,
no quiero no estar a tu lado.

Me disfrazo de ti.
Te disfrazas de mí.
Y jugamos a ser humanos
en esta habitación gris.

Muerdo el agua por ti.
Te deslizas por mí.
Y jugamos a ser dos gatos
que no se quieren dormir.

Me moriré de ganas de decirte
que te voy a echar de menos…
Y las palabras se me apartan,
me vacían las entrañas

Finjo que no sé, y que no has sabido.
Finjo que no me gusta estar contigo…
Y al perderme entre mis dedos
te recuerdo sin esfuerzo

Me moriré de ganas de decirte
que te voy a echar de menos.

Me Myself and I- The Gift

I tried to kill those ghosts inside of me
That voice you spoke is yelling in my ears
And I don't believe in love fools...
I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss
Wishing something
I wish I had that voice you want to hear
I believe in
And I don't believe in love fools
Do you feel something
This feeling is so hard that I can't breathe
Wishing something
I wish you'd touch my hair when I'm asleep
And I don't know
And I don't believe in love fools
I'm tired of this
The words you wrote are putting me away
I'm tired of that
I know that love was for somebody else
And I don't know... me, myself and I
You and I know
You and I try
You and I ran
Leaving old stories far behind
And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...
I tried to kill those ghosts inside of me
The voice you spoke is yelling in my ears
And I don't know
And I don't believe in love fools...
I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss
Wishing something
I wish I had that voice you want to hear
I believe in...
And I don't believe in love fools
I believe in me... me myself and I... me, myself and I
You and I know
You and I try
You and I run
Leaving old stories far behind
And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...
I'm tired of this... I'm tired of that...
You and I know
You and I try
You and I ran
Leaving old stories far behind
And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...

BASTILLE-MAHONY SESSIONS

Bastille- Pompeii

I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles around us

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Bastille- Flaws

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one
Wonderful part of the mess that we made we pick ourselves undone
All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they lie there hand in hand
Ones we've inherited, ones that we learn, they pass from man to man

There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
And there's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them out, let's finish what we started
Dig them out, so nothing's left untouched

All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they may have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed

There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
And there's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them out, let's finish what we started
Dig them out, so nothing's left untouched

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted (x2)

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them out, let's finish what we started
Dig them out, so nothing's left untouched

All of your flaws and all of my flaws, they laid out one by one
Look at the wonderful mess that we made we pick ourselves undone

Malvina Reynolds - Little Boxes

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same,
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there's doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same,
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.                         

Sigur Rós - Ára Bátur

You tried everything
Yes, a thousand times
Experienced enough
Been through enough
But it was you who let everything
Into my heart
and it was you who once again
Awoke my spirit

I parted, you parted

You stir up
Emotions
In a blender
Everything in disarray
But it was you who was always
There for me
and it was you who never judged
My true friend

I parted, you parted
(hopelandic)

You sail on rivers
With an old oar
Leaking badly
You swim to shore
Pushed the waves away
But to no avail
You float on the sea
Sleep on the surface
Light through the fog

(hopelandic)

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

Amélie: [whispering in theater] I like to look for things no one else catches. I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old American movies.  

Amélie Poulain: At least you'll never be a vegetable - even artichokes have hearts. 

Narrator: [Amélie has found Nino's photo album and his "lost" posters] Any normal girl would call the number, meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants. 

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: So, my little Amélie, you don't have bones of glass. You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. So, go get him, for Pete's sake! 

Narrator: Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.

The Sacré-Coeur Boy: Only a fool looks at a finger that points to the sky.


Gina: Absence makes...
Nino Quincampoix: ...the heart grow fonder.

Natalie Walker - Waking Dream

Pinch me
Is this real
This feeling of release
I’m floating in your heaven
In the corners of my dreams

Tasting life
Numb again
Close my eyes
It begins…

I cannot stumble here
I am safe inside my head
When I wake up Ill forget
I’ll come back to my mess

I will not leave
Stay asleep
Slip further in
My ecstasy

¡¡¡ Viva México !!!

Huapango de José Pablo Moncayo

A 100 años del nacimiento de José Pablo Moncayo!!!! Magnífico compositor mexicano!!!

Julia Stone - Where Does The Love Go

Love comes and goes like he knows what he wants to do
Its here, then its there, doesn't really seem to care if I'm in or out with you.
We're lovers today, then it changes it the blink of an eye
And I would stand here forever if I believed I could ever feel the same way again in time

Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Go, go?

Love come and goes like he's got somewhere else he needs to be.
And he rushes out the door before I get a chance to ask love why he wants to leave.
You're standing over there with my father, on the wrong side of the room.
And something inside me dies,
And I wish I could feel the way I used to,
But I don't.

Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Go, go, go?

Love comes and goes like he's got another home away from me.
Got a spare set of keys and a house on the beach,
I know, I know.
Well love he gets tired and he decides to run away,
Run way, run away, run away.
Leaves me standing here with your broken heart
What can I say, what can I say,
But

Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Where does the love go?
Go, go, go?

Sóley - Pretty Face

I see my pretty face in his old eyes

I listen to our blood run side by side
I throw my hands to you and run away
It´s so cold so dangerous that I can't stay

I run away from you
Into your dream and who the one
That I was in when you took me
That I could never meet my friends again

I thought I touched them but I can't feel I´m in your dream
They want to take me but I will hide from them
Tonight I take your life and throw it far away
I'll use my pretty face to find my way to him

I run away from you
Into your dream and who the one
That I was in when you took me
That I could never meet my friends again

Will you be my friends in my dream
Just take that pretty face I´ve shown me
Will we ever have that baby
Just take that pretty face I´ve shown me
Are you my friend

Will you be my friend in my dream
Just take that pretty face I´ve shown me

Ron Pope- A drop in the ocean

A drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven.

I don't wanna waste the weekend,
If you don't love me, pretend
A few more hours, then it's time to go.
And as my train rolls down the East coast,
I wonder how you keep warm.
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on.

Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't see what you don't need, from me.

Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven.

Misplaced trust and old friends,
Never counting the regrets,
By the grace of God, I do not rest at all.
and New England as the leaves change;
The last excuse that I'll claim,
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl.

Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep,
Don't see what you don't need, from me.

Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
Heaven doesn't seem far away.
Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
Heaven doesn't seem far away.

A drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven.
You are my heaven

"The Second Sex"-Simone de Beauvoir by Elsa Sánchez Navarrete

When I read A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen during high school I was totally moved by Nora´s final decision, for a person who has grown up in a traditional family, having a mother leave their children was a total shock, but as time passed it has been easier to realize that life is more complicated, it isn't about good or bad, it's about situations, actions and its consequences. Henrik Ibsen once said "A woman cannot be herself in modern society, with laws made by men and with prosecutors and judges who assess female conduct from a male standpoint". I guess even thought Henrik Ibsen was a man, he understood more about the female world than myself, ironically me being the woman. When The Second Sex first came into my hands, I wasn't moved by the idea of actually reading about existentialism. Even thought I do not agree in every aspect that the "The Second Sex" contains, I do admire Beauvoir for expressing out loud what she really thought, saw and lived. Her book demanded a lot not only in the intellectual field but personal as well, she had the courage to confront all the retaliations and also to continue living by her own ideals, even thought they were not approved by the majority. At the beginning of my reading, I took the book and gave it a quick look and by my amazement I got caught in the introduction:
"If herfunctioning as a female is not enough to define woman, if we declinealso to explain her through “the eternal feminine,” and if neverthelesswe admit, provisionally, that women do exist, then we must facethe question: what is a woman? . . . The fact that I ask it is in itselfsignificant. A man would never get the notion of writing a bookon the peculiar situation of the human male. But if I wish to definemyself, I must first of all say, ”I am a woman”; on this truth mustbe based all further discussion."
What is a woman? I've never asked myself that question and yet I thought I was actually living as such, funny it is cause my role in society was defined by the "eternal feminine" not by the radical suggestion, introduced in this quote, that a “woman”does not, in fact, exist as an immense category and that men andwomen alike should always be defined primarily as humans. Beauvoir recognizes that she cannot define herself without first defining herselfas a woman. Her effort to find out what it means to be a woman,then, is also an effort to make sense of her experience on earth.
“Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.” Thus by not realizing what I really am, I cannot improve my skills and abilities.
“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.” I am a woman but as Beauvoir, to define myself as one it is necessary to go beyond genetics
“Art, literature, and philosophy are attempts to found the world anew on a human freedom: that of the creator; to foster such an aim, one must first unequivocally posit oneself as a freedom. The restrictions that education and custom impose on a woman limit her grasp of the universe...Indeed, for one to become a creator, it is not enough to be cultivated, that is, to make going to shows and meeting people part of one's life; culture must be apprehended through the free movement of a transcendence; the spirit with all its riches must project itself in an empty sky that is its to fill; but if a thousand fine bonds tie it to the earth, its surge is broken. The girl today can certainly go out alone, stroll in the Tuileries; but I have already said how hostile the street is: eyes everywhere, hands waiting: if she wanders absentmindedly, her thoughts elsewhere, if she lights a cigarette in a cafe, if she goes to the cinema alone, an unpleasant incident can quickly occur; she must inspire respect by the way she dresses and behaves: this concern rivets her to the ground and self. "Her wings are clipped." At eighteen, T.E. Lawrence went on a grand tour through France by bicycle; a young girl would never be permitted to take on such an adventure...Yet such experiences have an inestimable impact: this is how an individual in the headiness of freedom and discovery learns to look at the entire world as his fief...[The girl] may feel alone within the world: she never stands up in front of it, unique and sovereign.”
The distinction between genres is done since childhood, women are supposed to be target to the "reproductive" idea; toys as dolls, strollers, household items are what a girl should be playing with while boys are represented by the "productive" idea, toys that focus on occupational abilities rather than family. Through the beginning of woman's education ideas about naturalism prevailed.

"The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project”

Reproduction is seeing as a finality and not as an objective which is entirely different, because an objective can or cannot be accomplished while a finality must be fulfill. Is the reproductive system the whole essence of a woman?, does our complexity rely only on an uterus?, to think this is to reduce a woman into a less elaborated specie, animals seek reproduction for keeping their genes alive, while humans seek for transcendence. Intelligence and free will makes them free, it gives them the opportunity to choose upon circumstances, situations, time and above all convenience.
“It is not in giving life but in risking life that man is raised above the animal; that is why superiority has been accorded in humanity no to the sex that brings forth but to that which kills.” Women are not based upon pure naturalism, it is more complex, there is a choice between whether or not embrace maternity, circumstances are essential, priorities can be made according to personal goals and achievements, women are allowed to look for happiness, in a sense that maternity is not an obligation, it is a personal decision, there is not a time limit as there is no rule about it, it can be embraced differently, adoption can be an option. Reproduction is a personal choice and Beauvoir points it out that it is possible to do so.
“Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with absolute truth.” Men and woman have coexisted since the beginnings of times, trough different societies there has always been women. Thus, men and woman need each other to survive, otherwise this bond should had never kept maintained. Yet woman have been treated differently, always as a subordinate not as a partner. The "eternal feminine" doesn't define a woman, because if it had it wouldn't have change through the pass of time, through this I may say that Kierkegaard was right: "What a misfortune to be a woman! And yet, the worst misfortune is not to understant what a misfortune it is". This is because I do not think it relies within men to understand women, but it is women obligation to stand for herself, to make herself be understood. To define herself trough her actions and to show each other what can be achieved. It takes an active attitude towards the world, not a passive position, in which woman have so comfortably accustomed to. In the final pages of The Second Sex, Beauvoir makes an exhortation for woman to take charge of her own destiny.

“And without a doubt it is more comfortable to endure blind bondage than to work for one's liberation; the dead, too, are better suited to the earth than the living.”

Women should not excuse themselves upon the idea of the "eternal feminine" rather than continue struggling for achieving personal accomplishment, it is not a choice to be born as a woman in gender but it is a big responsibility to actually being one, because a woman is not define merely by pure physiology, genetics, society roles, a woman is defined by herself, this is because only a real woman can know what it is to be and become a woman. To get out from the "comfort zone" is the key, it is less demanding and less exhaustingto abdicate all responsibility for one’s future to a man. It is incoherent to fear departing from societal norms and venturing into thewilderness of liberty, women are not suppose to be parasites, as humans, abilities must be develop.
"Womanenjoys that incomparable privilege: irresponsibility." Many womenrefuse the opportunities granted to them; like their forebears, these woman don't want to realize that the “privilege” of irresponsibility isactually a curse, in love and in life. As contrary to what many believe, Beauvoir is not against love, but she exhorts women to understand that only as equals love can take place, this is to say that any successful relationshipbetween two parties grows from mutual liberty. Being two as a couple is a choice, which can be modified if one of the parties has drown into unhappiness, cause love must search exaltation of spirit and only trough real liberty a person is capable of comprehending this humongous life premise.
“Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise."
As a conclusion, women are capable of modifying their personal situations, a definition of a woman can only be achieved if a woman has conscience about being a woman, reproduction is a personal choice, no woman should be entitled entirely by this decision. Irresponsibilityis a function of mutilation and incompleteness, of dependency andenslavement. Women should not stay in “immanence" but as men they should look upon “transcendence” and together as partners both are obliged to create a better society reflecting in a better world, a world based upon understanding.

Parachutes - Paper Birds

How I Met Your Mother - season 7 ep 17

Florence and The Machine - Shake It Out

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around

And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a final mess but it's left me so empty
It's always darkest before the dawn

Oh woah, oh woah...

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah