Tal vez, Kika Edgar

Hace tiempo estoy solita,
sin tu amor, con el alma vacía.
Es verdad, es difícil,
olvidar a alguien que tanto quise.
Esta soledad, me hace extrañar,
recuerdo cuánto nos amamos.
Ya no puedo mas voy a cambiar
debo aceptar que me dijiste adiós

Tal vez, te quite de mi cabeza,
Tal vez, te borre del corazón
Y tal vez, te arranque, de mi piel.

Tal vez, haga alguna brujería,
Tal vez, las cosas sean al revés
Y tal vez, tú quieras volver, tal vez.

Me la paso, confundida,
Ya no sé si es de noche o de día,
Que más da lo, que me digan,
Bien o mal, de amar nadie se libra.

Es una obsesión, que me colmó,
Pensar en ti a cada rato,
Me hace desvariar, mejor parar,
Debo ponerle un punto final.

Tal vez, te quite de mi cabeza,
Tal vez, te borre del corazón
Y tal vez, te arranque, de mi piel.

Voy a guardarte en un cajón,
Le pondré un candado al tiempo,
Voy a vivir con ilusión,
Voy a empezar de nuevo,
Voy a intentar.

Tal vez, te quite de mi cabeza,
Tal vez, te borre del corazón
Y tal vez, te arranque, de mi piel.

Tal vez, haga alguna brujería,
Tal vez, las cosas sean al revés
Y tal vez, tú quieras volver, tal vez,
Y tal vez, tú quieras volver, tal vez.

Guided by dreams

Oh, Matt. Last year she'd hoped that he was the one she was looking for, the boy who could make her feel... Well, something more. More than the rush of triumph at making a conquest, the pride in showing your new acquisition off to the other girls. And she had come to feel a strong affection for Matt. But over the summer, when she'd had time to think, she'd realized it was the affection of a cousin or a sister.
Ms. Halpern was passing [by] trigonometry books. Elena took hers mechanically and wrote her name inside, still wrapped in thought.
She liked Matt more than any other boy she'd known. And that was why she was going to have to tell him it was over.
She hadn't known how to tell him in a letter. She didn't know how to tell him now. It wasn't that she was afraid he'd kick up a fuss; he just wouldn't understand. She didn't really understand herself.
It was as if she were always reaching for... something. Only, when she thought she'd got it, it wasn't there. Not with Matt, not with any of the boys she'd had.

Smith, L. J. The Awakening. 1991. New York: HarperTeen, 2009. Print. The Vampire Diaries 1.

This is how I find the answer to my current problem.
Which is no longer a problem, since the decision has been made.

Englishwoman

There was a time when my first destination in the world, had I had the chance to go anywhere, was London, England.
Today I realized that the best movies I've ever seen are English, and my favourite authors actually are British. I couldn't live without Wilde's fairytales and Austen's common sense. When we watched The Queen at home, I absolutely fell in love with Tony Blair. Not the actor, probably not the man himself, but the whole idea of a Prime Minister; the idea of being The Wife of the Prime Minister of Parliament in England was even more appealing to me than marrying a rock star. It's not sexy, at least not to me, but it's just... Peaceful. The peaceful idea of being respected, the status... And not giving a damn about it. Just caring about your husband. I think holding him in my arms after a hard-day's work is the only nice thing about marriage.
I love the way the English people are... I don't know many, only two or three handfuls, but I like them all anyway. At least at my age, before all women (whether married or not) become spinsters.
Colin Firth, Alan Rickman (even though he's not actually English), Hugh Grant, who DOESN'T ABSOLUTELY love them?
I love the culture, I love some of the accents... But please, don't take me as one of those retards that melt for a certain accent. What kind of crap is that? "I love the British accent!" There are over a dozen English accents, it's retarded to say "the," and it's even more stupid to make a fuss about someone because of their accent. An accent only tells you where they are from, but that doesn't guarantee that he's not going to be a jerk, just like all the other pigs in the world.
Some English accents are really nice, smooth. American accents are just too annoying for me. I don't like "the Australian" or "the Sout-African" one either. A neutral accent would technically be much more interesting, because it tells you that, more than likely, this bloke speaks more than just one language.
I love the idea of having cloudy skies most of the year. I love cloudy skies, lightning and that warm feeling that you get inside whenever it rains. It's not melancholy, it's the feeling that something exciting might happen in the rain. A kiss, an adventure, saving someone... Who doesn't love walking out in the rain? I have never had the chance to walk in the rain until I become soaked all the way from my head to my feet. I've been pretty damn close, though.
Driving on the left side of the car would be interesting, I like variety in my life.
I drink milk with my tea, I haven't ever tried lemmon in it... But I HAVE tried lemmon tea and quite a broad amount of different sorts of teas. I think I drink as much tea as I drink coffee. I don't have a "tea time"... I usually always drink it between 6 and 7pm.
I am an old-styled person. I still think that men should be polite to women and that women should respect men. But there is this thing about the Spanish, the French, the German and the English cultures that is really interesting: They know that women are equal to men, so there is no need to keep on proving it or keep on reminding them about it. I'm talking about society in general. Walk into a Church in any of these countries and say, "I'm pro-choice" and I assure you that they won't think of "pro-life" in that moment. They'll impale you. All hail the Dark Ages!
Their passports are quite nice as well, at least the coat-of-arms is. I must say, the colour of our passport is much nicer. I prefer my dark green to their light red.
I love the idea of having to remove the snow from the entrance... Imagine all that snow, and looking at it and saying, "Not again!" Instead of, "It's a miracle!" Five freaking centimeters of snow is just pitiful.
Please someone take me to England... I want to have a flat there, with huge windows and, why the crap not? A gas stove, so that it takes AGES to get the water ready. A bathtub, a rug, a HUGE, beautiful rug in the living room. And a thousand heavy blankets. After a year or two I hope to have lost all the words that I acquired during those two years in the US.
You know what would be even better? I just realized, that regardless of where I stood, it would be so easy and fast to get to London and go to a decent concert. English music is the best... Rolling Stones, Robbie Williams, and I must admit: I love Dido. The Von Bondies, Oasis... I don't know much. It just doesn't reach us over here.
Are there many discotheques with electronic music? I love electronic music, I just wish I could listen to something more than just NIKO and Cascada...
That's all I have to say for now. I'll keep on dreaming of getting there somehow, sometime, somewhere... Why the hell not? With someone.
Cheers.